Toasty here,

Ah my loves, I am so sorry I haven't updated in ages, I really meant to but didn't- huge apologies! Anyways, I'm going to stop rambling and start writing so you can all have this quicker.

Disclaimer: CSI New York isn't mine- clear and to the point, faster I write, faster you get it! That's the idea anyways.

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"I've got something!" Adam rushed into Mac's office where the CSIs were gathered deep in conversation. As Adam entered the room, all heads turned and all eyes flew to him- a piece of paper clutched to his chest. Mac nodded and gestured for him to continue, the room suddenly deathly silent.

"Well, you know Sid and I found out this 'dress maker was Thomas Harland, well the obvious thought came to me, why not check his credit card record- we could find out where he's been and try and map it across the city!" Adam smiled happily, Don and Jess looked curious where as Stella and Mac looked happy yet somewhat suspicious of this.

"And?" Mac inquired, his gaze trailing off out the window, focused slightly on the bright yellow taxis which littered the streets below.

"Oh right! Yeah! Well, he isn't as smart as he seems to think he is, he's been shopping in the same store for virtually all his essential needs, and it's all tracked. I mean it's not solid or anything… but its something," Adam passed Mac the sheet of paper, watching his expression as he scanned over it.

"Good work," Mac praised, frowning as he read over the paper again, his eyes flicking from left to right. Adam took his cue to leave and shuffled nervously out the door, the thud of the door shutting snapped everyone back into reality.

"Maybe we should stake out this shop- find out what's going on?" Stella suggested as she peered over the top of the paper, reading the words as Mac read them for a third time. Jess leaned back over the desk, stretching her back the way a cat might- catching Don's eye as she did so, smiling slightly.

"That seems like a good idea, from what we already know he is tall and has dark hair, now obviously we can't arrest anyone with that description but keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour," Mac put the paper down on his desk and rubbed his temples slowly as if banishing a storming headache.

"I think Jess and I should do it," Stella sighed, running a hand through her tangled curly hair, her entire demeanour screaming how much her body ached for a few seconds sleep. Mac looked over at the two of them, taking in their tired expressions and their bruised exteriors. In his own head the idea of Stella even near this guy was too much to bear and clearly from Don's expression he was in agreement, however he knew there were no better to do the job then the two of them- both insanely driven to capture Thomas Harland and stop him once and for all.

"If you two are willing, then I'm fully prepared to let you…" Mac struggled internally with the words, knowing Stella would push herself when she really needed to rest, yet he also knew better then no other she would not rest until she felt in her heart she'd done her best. At least if she did this she may feel some what more productive. After a week with nothing everyone was starting to feel as if all efforts were in vain.

"You can't be serious!" Don gave who he would consider a long time friend a serious look, one which voiced what he didn't need to, conveying a pure simple message- there is no way in hell my fiancé is going anywhere near him. Mac would usually be inclined to agree with Don's logical thoughts but this time he knew this was exactly what Stella and Jess needed. After Don had been shot, Jess hadn't been in work at all- though Mac had made sure of that- therefore she felt her duty was to return to proper work immediately though there had been nothing, causing her to bathe in a feeling of uselessness.

"It is, of course, up to detective Angell and Bonasera to decide that," Mac replied wearily, the day mounting up on him- slowly but surely pushing him to his limits and then some.

"I want to do this," Jess proclaimed suddenly, leaning forward with interest, ignoring Don's angered expression. Stella nodded but said nothing, resting her head on Mac's shoulder. Jess noticed the subtle shift in Mac's expression and glanced at the door.

"Don and I probably need to talk things over, speak to you later," Jess heard Don mumble something along the lines of 'probably?' before he followed her to the door and followed her out into the corridor.

Mac turned his head to Stella slightly and sighed as she ran her fingers down his back. "You don't have to do this you know, don't have to prove yourself or anything," Mac murmured as Stella leant back over his shoulder, her hair tickling his neck.

"I know, but I need to do something Mac, and this is just that," He didn't need to say another word and neither did she, both knowing more then could ever be conveyed in simple words.

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"Jessica, what the hell are you thinking?" Don didn't even bother to keep his voice down and nor did he bother to check if anyone was coming, he just blurted it all out like there was no other option.

"Do you mind, we're supposed to hate each other here?" Jess whispered at him harshly, her head whipping from side to side as she checked for anyone walking down the halls.

"For god's sake Jessica! We're supposed to be getting married- how in hell can we do that if you don't want to even be seen with me? How can we ever do this?" Don couldn't help shouting, she made him so incredibly furious sometimes but that only made him love her more. She flinched at his words and he instantly regretted them.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was desperate, begging him for an answer. How could she know what to do? How could she know how to react? What could she possibly do otherwise?

"I don't know Jessie, I just don't know," and with that, Don crushed her small frame against his, taking comfort in the sound of her heart beating and feeling content in the way her love for him pulsed around his blood like his did to her.

"We'll figure it out… somehow…"

Toasty here,

so I tried to write this as best as I could, I just hope you like it xxxxx