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Mac and Hawkes were outside in a matter of seconds and charging full speed at the man Stella had pointed out. The man saw them and ran but not quickly enough; Hawkes had hold of him seconds later and was wrestling him to the ground.
"Give it up." Mac shouted as he attempted to cuff the struggling man.
"Not a chance, Detective." The man sneered, freeing his hand and throwing his fist at Hawkes.
"Damn it!" Hawkes cursed, wiping the blood from his nose and steadying himself against a car.
Mac was now pinning the man to the ground avoiding being hit by the man's flaying legs while struggling to close the cuffs around his wrists.
Suddenly the man stopped struggling and instead, began laughing hysterically.
"What's so funny?" Mac asked, hauling the man to his feet with Hawkes' help. The man continued to laugh.
"I asked you a question." Mac spat angrily.
"They are no safer than they were before."
"Why? Because we have Jason Barrow in custody or because both Detective Bonasera and Detective Monroe are currently under the protection of New York's finest?" Mac asked, raising his eyebrow.
"There is someone else."
"Oh, you mean Matthew Finley?" Hawkes asked him, a smile forming at the edge of his lips. "We'll have him as well soon; he won't get very far with every cop from here to Chicago on the look out for him. If was you, I would have stayed in Chicago, you'd have lived a little longer.
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"What did Mac say?" Danny asked as Flack entered, not looking away from Lindsay.
"They arrested someone called Nick Stopford outside the lab and patrol picked up another guy called Matthew Finley. Mac and Hawkes are about to start interrogating them." Flack said, standing beside him.
"How's she doing?" He asked gesturing to Lindsay through the window.
Danny sighed. "CT scan was clear; she should be awake by now."
"She's probably just tired; it's been a long couple of days. Maybe you should take a leaf out of her book and get some rest."
"Do you know what happened in Chicago?" Danny asked in attempt to change the subject.
"What do you mean? Stella already told us what happened." Flack asked, confusion evident on his face.
"She wasn't telling us everything."
"What makes you think that?" Flack asked still clearly confused. Danny ignored Flack and ran from the room.
"Danny?" Flack called after him, following him into the hospital room and over to Lindsay.
"It's ok Lindsay." Danny told her, taking her hand to try and calm the panicking woman.
"Stella? Where's Stella?" Lindsay asked hoarsely, trying to sit up.
"She's okay, Linds. She's at the lab, you're both safe now." Danny reassured her, letting the woman's head fall against his chest.
"But Matthew Finley and Nick Stopford are still out there." Lindsay told them, lifting her head up.
"Stopford was arrested outside the lab and Finley was arrested trying to catch a flight back to Chicago and is on his way to the precinct. Like Danny said, you're both safe now." Flack told her with a reassuring smile.
Lindsay nodded "Can I go home now?" She asked, fiddling with the IV in her arm.
"It's four in the morning and you've only just regained consciousness. I think you should get some sleep Montana." Flack laughed at Lindsay's confused reaction until she hit him.
"What? Danny calls you it all the time!" Flack exclaimed, trying to look hurt, earning him a death glare from Danny.
"He's allowed to; you on the other hand, are not." Lindsay told Flack, flashing him a smile.
"Okay, okay." Flack laughed, raising his hands up in surrender. "I get it. I'm going to grab a coffee." He told them as he left the room.
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"I'm going to ask you one more time, Jason. Were you involved in the death of CSI Ashleigh Waring?" Hawkes asked, leaning closer to him.
The young man said nothing and continued to stare at Hawkes.
"Okay, what about the deaths of three men at the Renaissance hotel? Did you kill them?" Hawkes asked, already knowing that he wouldn't get an answer.
He was right; the man didn't utter a word
"I'm going to take your silence as a sign of guilt." Hawkes said sitting back in his chair.
"What about Detectives Bonasera and Monroe? Was it you who was responsible for gassing them as well as Detective Monroe ending up in the river?" Again the man was silent.
"Look, Jason. You're already going down for what happened to Detective Monroe, if you don't cooperate you'll end up on death row for the murder of a Chicago cop and three other people along with the attempted murder of two other police officers." Hawkes said getting up. "Think about it." He said before leaving the room.
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"Time's up Stopford." Mac said, looking away from the clock which told him it was quarter to six in the morning. "Tell me what happened."
The only sound came from the ticking clock, counting away the seconds on the wall behind the suspect.
"So you're going to let Jason get away with his part in the murders?" Mac asked.
"What do you mean? Nick mumbled for the first time throughout the interrogation.
"Jason told us that it was you who killed them." Mac told him.
"You're lying. Jason doesn't know anything."
"Believe what you want. It isn't going to make your current situation any better." Mac spat as he stood up and left.
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"Why the hell do they make it so hard for themselves?" Hawkes sighed, still watching Nick Stopford through the glass.
"I take it you didn't have any luck with Jason?" Mac asked as he entered the room.
"No, he didn't say a word." Hawkes confirmed. "Maybe we'll have more luck with Matthew Finley."
"We might, but it's looking unlikely. Is there any word from the hospital?" Mac asked.
"I called Flack about thirty minutes ago. Lindsay regained consciousness but she and Danny are both asleep now."
"And how's Stella?"
"Asleep at Flack's desk. I checked on her about ten minutes ago."
"We'll interrogate Finley later." Mac told Hawkes. "We need to get some sleep."
"Detective Taylor?" A young officer, who neither man recognised burst into the room. "Something's wrong at the hospital."