EIGHTEEN WEEKS LATER...

When the word broke that Danny Messer had been murdered in the line of duty, news stations around the country covered the story as if it were a terrorist attack. His murder was watched vigorously; the NYPD had tips coming in daily with people trying to help find his murderer. There was a National watch for Derek Harris and a hundred thousand dollar reward for anyone that could bring him to justice.

The weeks following his death were the longest, the days seemed to melt together until no details were seen. The team worked feverishly to solve the case, but when leads dried up, they worked on hope. With Derek still at large, none of them could sleep.

"Detective Daniel Messer was taken from his home, tortured and shot before Police found him on September twentieth. Unfortunately he bleed out in the ambulance before even making to the Hospital. His abductor is Fifty-six year old Derek Harris of New Jersey, he evaded capture and is considered armed and very dangerous. He is said to have grey hair, blue eyes and about two-hundred, twenty pounds. Police are asking anyone with information to step forward. This man needs to be brought to justice." The reporter finished her nightly review as patrons at 'Fisher's Irish Grill' watched on. Men sat around the old oak bar ignoring each other as the news spoke it's ugly truths.

Looking up at the old dirty TV above the bar, he smiled at himself. Picking up his pint he drank down what was left of the cold golden liquid, finishing with a loud belch.

"How sweet." He heard from behind as he laid his cash on the bar, paying his tab.

"Oh ya like that do ya?" He said turning around as he stood up. Two very familiar faces stared back at him as he looked at the angry faces before him. "Took ya long enough." He said as he stumbled a few steps back, clearly drunk.

"Did you miss me?" Flack said staring at the old drunken man before him.

"You could say that." Derek said with a hiccup.

"Derek Harris you are under arrest for Murder, Kidnapping, Assault and conspiracy." Mac said as he pulled his cuff off of he belt.

"Now really Detectives, what took you so long to find me?" He asked with a cocky grin as he sat back down on his bar stool.

"With all of the millions of rats in New York City, one of them was bound to bite at some point." Flack said as he grabbed his coat and threw him painfully against the bar. "Thanks Betty." He called to the bartender.

"Any time Don." She replied as she poured another beer.

As Mac read him his rights, Derek began to laugh. He laughed hysterically, as if there was nothing left of his sanity. Leading him out of the bar, the light snow on the ground crunched beneath their feet as they made it to their car.

"I knew I'd see your sorry-ass faces again." He laughed again. "Too bad all it took was a funeral to get us together!" He continued to laugh, even after Flack drove his fist into his stomach with every ounce of strength he had. Air left his lungs, but he continued to laugh.

"Flack, come on." Mac said pulling him off of him. "Drive. I'll sit with him." Flack hesitated as he stared at the mad man before him.

Flashback

"V.P. falling 80/50." The Medic announced as Danny's hand dropped off of the side of the gurney. Blood dripping from his fingers to the metal floor of the ambulance.

"Come on Danny." Flack said to himself as he watched.

"I'm intubating!" The medic yelled to the driver.

"What do you want me to do?" Flack asked looking at the situation unfolding before him.

"Take this, when I get the tube in I want you to bag him." She said as Flack took the balloon from her. Flack watched her struggle as she placed the tube down his throat, he felt sick, his shirt was soaked in blood. He knew he wasn't going to make it, he just didn't want to admit it. The tube was in, Flack moved out of her way as she place the bag on the end of the tube. "Here." She said as she moved back around his side in the small ambulance.

"Go faster, I'm loosing his pressure." She called out as Flack felt the ambulance speed. "Oh damnit!" She said under her breath.

"What? What is it?" Flack asked, looking at her worried face.

"He's bleeding out, I need to get his pressure up, or- Shit!" She was cut off by the machines attached to his chest began to go wild.

"Help him!" Flack called out. "Do something!"

"Lost his pulse, charging to 200." She said taking the paddles from the crash cart. "Clear!" Flack let go of the bag for a second as the electricity pulsed through Danny's body. "Nothing. Charging to 300. Clear!" She shocked his heart again, the monitor still screamed with no result. "Charging again."

Flack felt his own heart stop as he watched his best friend bleed to death in front of him. "Clear!" She shocked him once again.

End of Flash back.

"Flack!" Mac yelled in his face to get his attention. "Drive, I will sit with him." He repeated as he pushed him in the direction of the front of the car.

"Yeah." He said with an empty heart as he got into the car.

Walking through the Police station, every cop turned to see the man walking through the door. With Mac and Flack on either side as he drunkenly walked through the station. A sense of accomplishment came over them as people began to clap and cheer their victory.

"Oh yeah, keep laughin' you punks!" He slurred as they brought him into the back into an interrogation room. Sitting him down in the cold room Mac took the cuff off of his wrists.

"We'll be back." Mac said.

"I got nothing but time Pig!" He yelled as Mac turned and left the room leaving his prisoner confused and trapped.

Shutting the door behind himself as he left the room, he found Lindsay running towards him.

"Is it him? Did you get him? Mac, is it him?" She was out of breath. Her eyes were wide as Mac put up his hand to stop her from entering the room.

"It's him Lindsay, we got him." Mac held her shoulders, making sure she wouldn't go in the room.

"Is... does..." She couldn't find the words.

"We're going to talk to him before taking him to central booking. It's over, we got him." He explained before pulling her in for a hug.

"We got him." She said as she rest her head against his chest. As Flack turned the corner to see the display in front of him, a tear fell from his eye.

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