Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY or 'Missing' by Evanescence.

AN: Wikipedia is wrong. It places Reed's birthdate in 1983. However, to be 23 around 2008, it would make more sense if he was born in late 1984 to early 1985. So, Wikipedia is wrong and I'm making this as close to canon as possible. So, this could fall at some point during season 5.

Second AN: I am planning a sequel to Taxi remade.


Please, please forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe someday you'll look up

And barely conscious you'll say to no one

Isn't something missing?

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At least the hype's dying down. Reed Garrett noted that as he saw no reporters standing outside his apartment when he got back from the dinner he had with Mac. He checked the hallway unconsciously and then opened the door.

Ever since the Cabbie Killer, Mac and the team had been setting up a routine to ensure Reed got home okay every night. He had a ten minute delay between where he was coming from to his apartment. If he didn't call within ten minutes, someone went over to see if he was there. Checking the hallway was something he did after he got caught without paying attention.

He started playing the messages as soon as he got in. There were still a couple of newspapers that still wanted interviews and his boss wanted to see him first thing in the morning about changing his blog. Changing my blog? Right, is that code for going to fire my ass? He noted the meeting and called Mac, letting him know he was safe and at the apartment.

He went to the kitchen and was about to grab a bottle of pop out of the fridge when a hand covered his mouth. A cloth saturated with chloroform separated the hand from the mouth and after several seconds of struggling, Reed was out. The assailant had prepared for the extra weight, shifting so the unconscious Reed slipped to the floor. Flipping him on his stomach, the assailant took out a roll of duct tape and proceeded to bind his hands and feet. Two wraps around the mouth and the assailant was ready to drag the victim out to a waiting car.

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The media had a bad habit of naming people. In this case, they had named the assailant the Extra Sweeper. The assailant went after those that were overcrowded, according to the e-mails sent to the stations, the papers and the blog site . The Sweeper kidnaps people that are in overcrowded jobs. That's why it was a cab driver that was kidnapped first. His family had been willing to pay the money that the person was asking for. That's why he had been let go. The lawyer that had been taken was not so lucky. No family, no close friends and it didn't matter that he had won several cases for the firm he worked for. The firm wasn't willing. They could always find someone to replace him, someone that could outdo him.

Some had turned the idea of the assailant into a Jigsaw type of person from the Saw movies. The e-mails mentioned the Sweeper was trying to find someone that cared for the Extras. If the person he kidnapped proved to have someone go to the limits to get the victim back, then the victim was returned. It was like Jigsaw in getting people to care about someone, in this case, it was the victim. In the movies, Jigsaw had been trying to make his victims think about life and being thankful for life. They had similar goals, so some had started calling him the Extras Jigsaw.

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"Fourteen victims and we're now just connecting them!" Mac Taylor roared at Chief Sinclair as he looked at the eight new cases he had just been handed. Enraged that they had just connected fourteen people to the same culprit had pushed him over the edge. When they had been going over old evidence in new lights, they could have been talking to victims that had escaped the maniac.

"This wasn't brought up until recently when one of your detectives noticed the pattern between the live victims and the dead ones," he pointed out. Neither of them could get very far, as Stella came in with a short note, breaking up the fight. Sinclair waited until she was farther away from the office before asking, "What was that about?"

"Another victim. There's a personal item along with a website address." Mac started moving out of the office and down to the lab where the items were going to be.

Stella and Adam were using the plasma in the large screen to get a clear image on the website, which wasn't coming up. "Is the address right?" Stella asked.

"I've checked it the last five times when I got the error message," Adam responded.

"Error message?" Sinclair asked, following Mac into the lab. Stella and Adam exchanged looks with Mac.

"Chief Sinclair, unless you are licensed to handle evidence, I would suggest…"

"You'll suggest nothing, Taylor. I'm the one that runs this lab and being an officer still allows me to be here."

Mac decided to ignore his presence and motioned for the personal item that Stella had by her side. "Cell phone, latest model Blackberry. Pulled up the address book. Check out the Mac listed in there." He slipped on gloves and pulled the phone out and opened the address book. The number listed under Mac was his.

"All right, let's not jump to a conclusion just yet."

"Mac, I called as soon as saw it. It's his."

"You know the victim, Detective?" Sinclair asked, taking an interest. Mac ignored him. "Detective, do you know the victim?"

"Why would you need to know, Sinclair?"

"If you're personally connected to the case, you will be removed."

"Umm, boss, I hate to interrupt, but the website's up," Adam broke in. Everyone turned their attention back to the screen. There was a framed player. The frame was bones and the player was loading. After a minute, it started playing.

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Something about being kidnapped before tends to wake you up very fast. Moving his arms and legs made Reed realize that his arms were bound to separate chair arms. His legs were bound together and to the chair. Breathing through his mouth, or trying to, made him realize that his mouth was taped. He couldn't tell from blinking his eyes if it was dark or if he was blindfolded.

"You're up," a voice stated. He jumped at the sound and turned towards it. The voice continued, "Reed Garrett, born December first, 1984 to a Claire Conrad. Adopted by the Garretts on January fifteen, 1985. Graduated from high school in May, 2003. Then, graduated from college in May, 2007. Landed a job at the news blog site . That must have been a proud moment for you, wasn't it?" A finger ran along the edge of his jaw, making him shudder at the touch.

"Of course, the biggest problem was becoming the story. Getting kidnapped by the man himself surely wasn't part of your plan." The finger traveled down to his neck, the nail coming back up by his main artery. Wait, nail? There's a high voice, too. Whoa, couldn't be? It's a woman. His thoughts pushed back into his mind when a bright light came on. He squinted for a minute before seeing there was a camera in front of him. The red light was blinking.

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Mac impulsively balled his fist at the sight of Reed taped to a chair. Stella noticed and placed a hand on his arm to calm him down. "To the detectives investigating, I give you your next victim. Reed Garrett, reporter. A profession that has too many people working in it already," a synthesized voice introduced.

"Adam, is it possible to separate the voice from the changer being used?" Stella asked.

"I began recording the feed as soon as the site was up. I'll work with the audio after. It's possible that we may also be able to pick up any unique sounds on the outside," he explained with a tinge of hope.

The voice started again, "I hope there is someone out there for this young man. I would hate to have to kill another. The media is already running this story. Anyone who cares for Reed, stay on this site for more information. You have twelve hours." The video stopped and the main webpage came up with several links.

"Stella, get with Flack and take the latest files of the kidnap victims on my desk. Interview them and see if they remember anything on the place that they were being held. Adam, keep a sharp eye on the website and see if it's possible to trace it back to where the Sweeper's broadcasting," Mac ordered.

"Detective Taylor, if you believe for one second that you're still working on this case…" Sinclair threatened.

"Sinclair, did you notice any problem with my working the Cabbie Killer a few months ago?"

"No," he shortly answered.

"Then you should have no problem with my working this case," he countered, walking out of the lab and bringing out his phone. He pulled up Danny's number.

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Lindsay Monroe was rocking carefully in the chair next to the window. She looked over at Danny, who was sleeping on the couch. She smiled at the sight and rubbed the five month fetus that had started showing. The morning sickness had passed a month ago and Danny was helping with the stemming blood flow to her feet by rubbing them every time he was at home.

She was about to drift off into sleep when she heard Danny's phone going off. She lifted herself up and found the phone underneath a few napkins on the table. She noted the number and answered. "Hey Mac, what do you need Danny for?" she answered.

"Danny's going to process a victim," he said.

"This has to do with the Sweeper, doesn't it? Do you need me in also?"

"If you don't mind, Lindsay. I could use all hands. I don't want you out in the field, but you could help in getting and processing all trace off of anything we bring back?"

"I'll get Danny up and we'll be there in thirty minutes," she ended. She moved over to Danny and shook his shoulder.

Danny grumbled something unintelligible and rolled around. She shook him harder. "What?"

"We needed. You're processing a victim and I'm doing trace. Get dressed."

"I am dressed."

"How about a different shirt and pants? Get up." She hit him a couple of times with a spare pillow until he was sitting up. She went to her bedroom to pick out some clothes. Danny snuck his arms around her halfway down the hall and started kissing her neck lightly. "Danny, let's not start something right now. Wait until the case is over."

"I'm going to hold you to that, Montana." He walked off to the bathroom, leaving Lindsay with a bright smile and somewhat happy thoughts going through her head.

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"Mary Robell?" Flack knocked, waiting for someone to answer the door. Stella was there in more of a supportive roll for the victim than a CSI, but she still brought her case. A male face opened the door. "Mr. Robell, Detective Flack, I'm one of the detectives working the Sweeper cases."

"Sweeper cases? Mary's kidnapping case?" he asked. "I'm not Mary's husband. I'm her brother; she kept Eddie's name after he died. Dan Moust." He stuck out his hand.

Flack took it and gave one shake. "Could we talk to your sister? She may be able to help us."

"Help with what?"

"There could possibly be something that she remembers now that she didn't when filling out her statement," Stella elaborated, bringing up her badge. "Detective Bonasera, Crime Scene."

"It's okay, Dan. You can let them in," a voice called from the back. Mary stepped into view, wearing jeans and a pink sweater. "Would you like something to drink, Detectives?"

"That's okay, Ms. Robell. We really need to get to the questions."

"What's the rush? Does she have another victim?"

"She?" Stella asked.

"Yes. She's a she. She has long nails; sometimes they were painted. Her main perfume was lavender based. It was a deep voice, but I could still tell it was a woman." She sat down and started hugging herself. Her brother sat beside her and held her loosely. "She used a voice modifier whenever she talked to Dan or anyone else." She looked at Stella. "She knew everything about me. My parents, my brothers, when I graduated from school and how long I've been working. She even knew that I was adopted, who my biological mother was and when my parents adopted me."

"Adopted? What was the agency that your parents went with?" Stella asked.

"This small place out of Chicago, I can't remember the name of it."

"It wouldn't happen to be Saint Augustine's, would it?"

She got a far off look in her eyes. "Yes, it was."

Flack gave Stella a confused look. "Thank you for your time." She left with Flack trailing behind her.

"Okay, what was that about?"

"Saint Augustine's was the place that Claire gave Reed to."


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