1A/N - Nothing belongs to me. I don't won CSI: NY, and I don't own the song "Over my Head" it's by The Fray, and belongs to them. This is the long awaited chapter, with a big reveal. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review and let me know what you think. If you give me story ideas they will probably end up in the story somewhere. Was this what you expected? Please let me know! I love to hear from you!!!

Chapter 3 - Over My Head

I never knew

I knew that everything was falling through

That everyone I knew was waiting on a clue

to turn and run

When all I needed was the truth

"You're sure?" Mac Taylor asked solemnly.

"Positive. I triple checked with two samples." Adam Ross informed them.

"Has anyone called him?" Mac asked, turning to the window.

Stella, Danny, Mac and the lab tech, Adam, were all gathered in Detective Taylor's office discussing the DNA results.

"He's coming in, but I didn't tell him why." Stella said softly from the couch.

Mac stared out at the skyline for a moment before turning to face them. "Did you tell anyone else, Adam?"

"No, sir. Danny was waiting for the results so I only showed him." Adam responded nervously.

"Okay. Danny go gather the team. Adam, I'm sure you have got some evidence to process." Both men nodded. "And Stella, you can stay here. It'll probably be easier with a friend here."

She nodded absentmindedly. Danny looked down at her and rubbed her shoulder as he exited the room.

20 minutes later as he approached Mac's office he could see the team had gathered. The room was filled with somber faces as he walked in, and all eyes were on him. Lindsay moved from her spot on the couch and motioned for him to sit down, but he shook his head.

"What's going on, guys?" he asked.

"Flack, this morning we got called to a scene in Brooklyn. A small house that hadn't been rented in a year was found to have a large pool of blood inside. And shreds of cloth covered in blood. We got a partial DNA match to your internal control sample." Mac explained.

Everyone was quiet, waiting for his response.

"What do you mean 'partial match'?" Flack questioned. He stared at Mac and waited for an answer. He didn't know what they were talking about, it seemed like some kind of dream.

"The blood had one alil in common with yours, on 13 lo-si." Stella explained, handing him the results. But he just looked at her cluelessly.

"A close female relative of yours. Most likely your mother or sister."

Don stared at her. His mind not fully comprehending what he was being told.

"I need...I need to..." He couldn't say it. He stood there for a moment before briskly walking out of the office and into the empty locker room.

He sat on the bench and ran his hands over his face, it was too early for this.

Reluctantly he un-clipped his cell phone from his waistband and began to dial.

Half and hour later Danny walked into the locker room to check on his friend.

"Ma, are you sure?" Don spoke into his phone. He waited for a moment then put his head in his hands. "No, Ma...Yeah I'm sure. Okay...yeah. Keep callin'. Let me know. You too. Bye." Danny watched from the side as his friend put his phone down and closed his eyes, tears overflowing.

"You okay, Man?" Danny asked after a moment.

"What?" Don's head shot up and he quickly wiped the tears from his face. "Yeah...oh. Yeah. I'm alright." he stood and walked toward Danny.

"Find anything out?" Danny's face was filled with concern.

"Yeah." Don said patting Danny's shoulder as he left the room.

As he walked back into Mac's office everyone went quiet and looked at him. It was obvious to Stella that he knew something, and that he had been crying.

"I called my sisters and my mother." He said, looking down at his hands. "They're all okay. Except I couldn't get a hold of my youngest sister, Maggie, and Ma hasn't seen her since Saturday. But she was supposed to be at a friends' working on something for school. She's just 17."

Lindsay sharply drew in a breathe and Stella went pale, while Sheldon Hawkes looked at the floor and Danny closed his eyes. But Flack's face was stone. No reaction. Like it was all just another case.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photo. Slowly he unfolded it. He glanced at it, smiling to himself he said "That's her. In the middle." He tapped the photo as he placed it on Mac's desk. "Last year at her birthday."

The picture showed a happy group of people laughing and blurred young children running in the foreground. In the middle sat a teenage girl with dark brown hair with gleaming blue eyes laughing and throwing birthday cake at the man next to her, Don. It was a candid shot of the Flack family. With the mother giving cookies to the grandchildren with their parents sitting off to the side, unaware, as Don, Sr. Looked on at the scene smiling and obviousily very amused.

Don flinched a little as he looked at the picture and his mind flashed to his baby sister tied up somewhere. He clenched his jaw and blocked the image from his mind.

He flipped the picture over and scribbled down a few things on the back. "Here's her home address and phone number, I think she has a call too, that might help. Ma'll be able to give you her friends address." he dead panned.

Mac nodded and picked up the picture.

"I need some air." he muttered and headed for the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle and turned around.

"Mac." Mac looked up. "Find her."

Mac nodded and Flack walked away. Everyone waited a beat then sprang to their feet and headed to various lab areas to start work. No one needed orders or directions. This was Flack, this one was personal.

Mac and Stella watched at the team went to work and smiled at each other. Without words the two got their coats and headed out to visit Mr. and Mrs. Don Flack, Sr.