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A/N: Okay. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed! Here's the next chapter!!! Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for the beta. I don't own the chapter title either. That belongs to La Roux and much thanks to Axellia for the chapter title! I was drawing a blank.

Chapter 28.

In for the Kill

When Lindsay awoke the next morning, she was still a little sore, but very content. Ryan had awoken a couple of times during the night to feed. She felt the bond strengthening between them with every slight tug on her nipple as he suckled. She stroked his dark hair softly, marveling at the perfection. The first time he had opened his eyes, she was startled by the fact that his eyes were the exact shade of Don's and wondered if they would stay that color or slowly change more into her chocolate colored eyes.

She had just settled him back into the plastic cot when there was a knock at her door. She smiled widely as Mac and Stella poked their heads in. "Hey," she called softly.

Mac and Stella walked in with big smiles on their faces. "Sorry we missed the show," Stella said.

Lindsay just shrugged. "I understand. I'm just glad Sid was there. He made me feel so much more at ease."

Mac smiled as he set the flowers that he was holding on the table, while Stella made her way to the cot to gaze that the sleeping baby. "Oh, wow. He's so small," she muttered as her hand automatically moved to run it over his downy black hair. "He looks like Don," she observed.

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, and you have to admit that's not a bad thing," she said cheekily.

Stella laughed. "What's his name?"

"Ryan Phillip."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Not Donald Flack, III?"

Lindsay shook her head. "No, Don vetoed that immediately. He said that he knows how hard it's been for him to live up to his dad's name and reputation and he didn't want that for his son."

Mac nodded. "I think that was a good choice then." He looked at Stella briefly. "As much as I hate to do this. We really have to go. We have some tough questions for a possible suspect in our case and she is in this hospital as well."

Lindsay nodded. "I understand. Do you know if Danny and Cory are going to come up here? Don and I want them to be the godparents."

Mac pursed his lips a bit before answering. "Danny might, but Cory's actually in London right now." Lindsay's eyes opened wide and Mac held up a hand to forestall her. "It's a long story."

"Okay," the new mother said. "I'm sure a lot of people are going to be up here today. Don's parents are going to come up. I'll see you guys later," she said as the two senior CSI's turned to walk out of the door.

As Stella and Mac made their way to the ICU, Stella turned to question her boyfriend. "All right. What's going on with Danny and Cory?"

Mac looked at her and temporized, "What makes you think something is going on?"

Stella just gave him a look. "I have eyes, too. Neither of them was willing to make eye contact during the conference yesterday. Hence, something is going on."

Mac sighed. "Look, I was told in confidence and I'm not going to break that."

Stella nodded her understanding as the elevator doors opened up to the ICU. "Okay, I won't push you on it," she replied as they walked up to the nurse's station.

Mac pulled out his badge. "Detectives Taylor and Bonasera here to see Nadezhda Pasternak."

The nurse consulted the charts in front of her. "I'm sorry, Detective, but Mrs. Pasternak has been transferred to a private hospital per her request."

Mac grew serious. "What hospital?" he queried.

The woman rummaged through the papers on the desk. "Give me a moment," she said as she searched. "It's been a crazy morning. Oh, here it is. North General Hospital in Harlem," she said triumphantly as she produced the transfer paperwork.

Stella smiled at the woman. "Thanks, can we get a copy of that?" she asked sweetly, wondering why a woman from Russia would want to be transferred to a hospital in Harlem.

The woman hesitated. "Well, I'm not really supposed to, but seeing as you're detectives and all, I'll let it slide if it will get you out of here. We've admitted five new patients in the last two hours and we're understaffed."

Stella nodded. "It will and we truly appreciate it," she said as the woman moved to make the copy. As soon as the documents were in hand, Stella and Mac turned in tandem to go back to the elevator. As soon as they were out of earshot of the accommodating nurse, Stella mused, "She's running. I can feel it."

Mac nodded. "I'll call Hawkes and have him get over there and talk to her," he said as he pulled out his phone.

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Cory awoke at noon, knowing that she needed to get as much done as possible. After arranging for some fruit and tea to be brought up to her hotel room, she decided to make a quick call to Lydia, knowing that even with the time difference her workaholic protégé would be in the office. Lounging on the bed, she quickly dialed the other woman's number.

"Hey Cory," Lydia answered.

"Hey, yourself. Has anything important come up?" Cory queried.

"Nope," Lydia responded. "I did get the extra info to Derek and he's going to see if his team can possibly figure out what Etienne's next move is going to be. I tracked down every thing I could to see if he'd left the city, but I got nowhere."

Cory sighed. "I'm not surprised at that. When Alistair finally got me in to see him, he gave me some background on him. He worked for both the KGB and InterPol and is very familiar with both organizations. I'm going back up there today and we are supposed to work on gathering more information about whatever organization he is involved in."

"Sounds like a plan. Anything else going on?"

Cory bit her lip, but refrained from talking about her problems with Danny. She knew that it was something that she had to address to him in person. "Not really. How's Derek doing?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

Lydia smiled. "Good. It's almost like we never stopped dating. I'd forgotten how much fun we had while we were dating and this is like starting over."

Cory smiled. "That's good to hear, because if he breaks your heart, he's gonna have to answer to me, ya know?"

Lydia laughed. "I'll be sure to warn him, but he might not take your threat seriously."

Cory giggled. "He'd better," she responded as there was a knock on the door. "I'd better go; my breakfast is here."

"Okay. When do you think you'll be back?"

"A couple of days. Honestly, I don't think that there will be too much information that I can get here that I can't get when I'm back at home," she responded as she climbed off of the bed and grabbed her wallet to grab a few pounds so that she could tip the server. "I'll talk to you later." She flipped her phone closed as she opened the door and let the server in.

Forty-five minutes later, she was walking into InterPol; she smiled at the Iron Maiden as she walked up to the desk. "I'm here to see Alistair Murphy," she said pleasantly as she stood there. "He's expecting me."

The woman looked skeptical, but responded professionally, "Name, please?"

"Special Agent Corrine Reid."

The woman looked at her list before picking up a visitor's badge. "Here you go, Ms. Reid. He's expecting you."

"Thank you," Cory responded with a slight smirk before accepting the badge and walking to the elevators. When she got to Alistair's office, she knocked on the open door before walking in.

Alistair looked up from his computer and waved her in. "Good afternoon, Corrine. I trust that you slept well?"

"Yes, I did. Did you?"

"After Molly reminded me that I am meant to be semi-retired and she thought I was done with being at the office to all hours of the night, yes."

Cory giggled. "You have a very understanding wife," she said ignoring the pain in her heart when she thought about Danny. "So, what I want to do is see if we can somehow pinpoint what Etienne's plans are. I know from what Mom has told me, he's trying to destroy America, but I don't know why."

Alistair motioned for her to sit as he thought about the situation. "I'm not sure. He never displayed any anti-American sentiments when he was here, but that doesn't mean that he didn't have them."

Cory tapped her lip as she sifted through all the information that she knew about her nemesis. "Okay, he watched his parents get killed when the Soviets invaded the Czech Republic in '68. So, why does he go work for the KGB?"

"My guess, Corrine, is that he realized it would be easier to attack the country he hates from the inside, rather from the outside."

"Okay, so he hates the USSR, but then why doesn't he attack it? And has he somehow transferred that hate from them to us? If that happened..." Cory trailed off, not wanting to vocalize her fears.

"If that has happened, then we need to find him. Etienne is a very dangerous man. There is a reason as to why the KGB isn't as prevalent and affluent as they once were."

Cory looked at Alistair in shock. "Really? So what happened to the KGB? It wasn't just the fall of the Curtain that curtailed their activities?"

"That was part of it, but not all. What happens when you employ some of the most twisted minds in the world?" Alistair answered.

"You could say that the concentration of that many psychopaths would be detrimental to the organization, couldn't you?" Cory theorized.

"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it," Alistair quoted.

Cory nodded. "Einstein was ahead of his time in so many ways," she agreed. She sighed. "So, the psychopaths that were employed by the KGB where responsible for its downfall. How does that help us catch Etienne?"

"Sometimes it takes a psychopath to understand a psychopath, Cory," Alistair told her. "Since I heard that Etienne was on the rise again, I've had my feelers out for any source of information. A contact came through, and we arrested a man who once worked with Etienne in the KGB. Maybe it would be beneficial to talk with this man and see if he can enlighten us as to Etienne's intentions?"

Cory fought the urge to grit her teeth, knowing that Alistair was just now interesting in sharing information and it had taken putting her relationship in jeopardy to get him to help her. She shook her head, forcing herself not to snap at him, but raised an eyebrow. "I trust that he is truly vetted this time?"

"He was also inducted by me in the same way Etienne was. It was through Etienne's help that he eluded custody all those years ago."

"So, he was one of the men that y'all wanted to bring in to gather more information about the KGB. If Etienne has been helping him, then why would he want to help us?"

Alistair looked awkwardly at his hands. "I'm afraid that's something you're better off not knowing, Cory.'

"Uh-uh. I am not taking that answer, Alistair. I've had enough of you withholding information from me. It's already cost fifty children their lives and I will not let that happen again," she shot back venomously.

"Amongst other things, the man is a war criminal, a key player in the Rwanda genocides to name his most recent monstrosities. There are numerous countries that would be fighting for his extradition. For his assistance, maybe we could offer him an alternative which doesn't come with torture and a death penalty. Or at least, a more refined death penalty."

Cory thought about him. "This is the part of the job I hate. Bargaining." She finally shook her head. "When faced with the alternatives," she conceded thinking about her visions, "then I think I may be able to work something out. What would he like for his cooperation?"

Alistair failed in biting back a dry laugh. "A presidential pardon."

Cory snorted. "Ain't gonna happen, Alistair. I don't have that kind of power."

"No, but maybe an alternate coming from you would be better than coming from me. You're probably much closer to his type than I."

Cory's eyes grew big for a moment. "Are you seriously asking me to prostitute myself out for this?"

Alistair shook his head. "No, not at all," he told her, horrified at the thought. "I am merely saying that you would have a better time at persuading him to accept another reward to giving us the information we need."

Cory sighed. "God. Maybe tell him that I can get the death penalty taken off the table, but if he's a war criminal, then he's going to have to go to a tribunal in Warsaw. Part of the Geneva Convention, sweetie. Exactly which countries are after his hide?"

Alistair cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Put it this way, there's probably a country for every letter in the alphabet. And that's just the beginning."

"Okay. Get me a list and I'll take it to my boss to see if he can put something together. Do you have him in custody right now?"

"How do you fancy seeing the country?" Alistair asked her

"I've always wanted to take a drive through the countryside," Cory said slyly.

"Good, because we're heading to the heart of Yorkshire."

"Am I dressed appropriately?" Cory asked as she gestured to her business suit and heels.

"Whilst I hate to comment negatively on your attire, unfortunately Full Sutton is a Category A prison, and the shortest sentence in there is four years. Most of these men haven't seen a woman in years and they're all in for some of the worst crimes you can imagine."

Cory smiled. "Okay, can we make a stop at my hotel so I can change into some slacks?"

"Certainly, my dear. It's a four hour car journey, so I suggest we leave right now," Alistair answered her.

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When Hawkes pulled up to the hospital, he smiled. This was the hospital that his father had worked at when he was a child and it brought back good memories of his dad telling him about how everyone deserved good medical care, no matter how much money they made. He walked towards the reception area, smiling when he recognized the receptionist as an old classmate in high school. "Carla, how are you doing?"

The pretty black skinned woman smiled at Hawkes as he leaned on the desk. "Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. What are you doing here?" she said with a wide smile.

"Working, unfortunately," he responded as he withdrew his badge. "I'm here to see a patient that was transferred here today. Nadezhda Pasternak."

Carla looked up at him, confused. "Doc, we haven't had any transferred patients in the last week. Are you sure that she was transferred here?"

"Yeah."

Carla shook her head. "I'm sorry, Doc. She's not here."

Hawkes shook his head, trying not to sigh in exasperation. "Okay. Thanks, Carla," he said as he turned to leave.

Carla shook her head. "Hey, Doc? You wanna have a coffee something?" she called after him.

Hawkes stopped and turned around. Thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded and pulled out a business car on which he wrote his cell number. "Give me a call and I'll see if I can get free long enough to do that."

"Bye, Doc."

AN: Okay. I am so sorry for the wait, but my muse decided to leave me and I've had some things going on in RL that have prevented me for writing. Thanks to everyone who voted for me in the Fanfiction Awards!!! Also, much thanks goes to Axellia for channelling Alistair for me and making this chapter so much better on paper than in my head!!!!

Soccer - No worries. I haven't been online either, so don't worry about it!

Maddy - I finally found her. She's been hiding out with Aphina (who kept trying to email her back to me, but she refused to leave!) I hope that your muse showed up! I loved that chapter on so many levels. Most of all because I got to create backgrounds for the Pasternak's and I love creating backgrounds. They just come to me. :p Really? It's for sale? Maybe if we pool our money (counting out the change in my wallet), nevermind, I'm poor. If you do, I'd gladly stay there, even though just standing outside of the place last time made me sick to my stomach. I will never have Marty go bad in my story. That just hit me upside the head when they did that. And you can try to knock some sense into them, but I'm not sure if it will work with them 3000 miles apart. lol. Maybe keep that for when Cory finally crosses the pond again. I totally can see Mac saying that, but not in my story since he's never been with Peyton. :p Maybe I'll have to use that someday though!!!

Aphina - I'm glad you're caught up! Speaking of COD, I'm really going to have to reveal that, aren't I? I know what it is, but it will be very intriguing. Maybe in 29, since the case is coming to a close. :p

Angelbaby - Here you go!!! I'm so glad you love this!!! It makes my day. :D