Author's Note: Ok, I couldn't do it. I had to give you the next chapter! Just because I couldn't leave you with such a cliff hanger while I went to Kentucky and had fun knowing you all were waiting to see what happened to poor ole Mac!

CSI: New York – Barely Hanging On

"That should teach you a lesson," Casey growled. Mac barely understood his words, the pain in his side taking most of his attention.

He heard Casey walk out and he didn't even raise his head to watch him. His vision blurry, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, closing his eyes against the pain and struggling to hold on to consciousness between the drug Casey had given him and the severity of the gunshot wound.

"Detective Taylor?" That was a softer, more worried voice and he felt a hand lay gently on his arm.

"Madeline?" Mac asked, squinting in an attempt to make out the image of her kneeled beside him clearer.

"What'd he do to you?" Madeline asked, looking over the detective with concern and horror showing in her eyes.

Mac let out a somewhat deep breath, almost sighing. He closed his eyes again, trying to hold on to the conscious world and keep his thinking straight.

"Drugs…shot…"Mac barely managed to get the words out and he winced as he did.

Madeline gently moved his hand out of the way to reveal a second gunshot wound on the detective and her free hand shot to her mouth and her horror deepening.

"You have…to…get out…of here," Mac said, looking up at her.

"No…I can't leave you," Madeline said, dragging her gaze away from the injury to meet her eyes with his.

"You have to!" Mac said, his voice firm. He winced and had to look away from her for a moment, swallowing hard and tasting blood in his mouth again. "It's your only chance of making it out alive with your child," he said.

Upon seeing the little bit of shock in her eyes, he explained, "You're pregnant, Madeline…you need to get…you need to get out of here."

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation – Tracking the Truck In To Vegas

"Catherine!" Nick called, jogging down the hall towards her.

Catherine turned to him and stopped so Nick could reach her. "Did you get anything?" she asked.

Nick nodded. "Yeah. We've got proof of an 18-wheeler like they found in New York coming in to Vegas about four hours ago," he reported.

Catherine nodded. "Plates?"

"We tracked it as far as we could. The good news is that we managed to track it to a warehouse not too far outside of the city. And the driver was Casey Steele."

"Did you alert Brass?"

"Yeah, we're all heading out there now, you, Brass, and me," Nick replied.

Catherine nodded. "Alright, we gotta move fast. We have a pregnant girl out there and a detective for the NYPD, I told Langston we'd find them. Both of them."

CSI: New York – Unrest In New York City

Don paced as Hawkes tried yet again to calm him down. "Don, it's not your fault!"

"He's gone!" Don said, stopping and looking at Hawkes with worry sparking in his blue eyes, his dark black hair a little disheveled.

"Yes, and we're going to find him and he's going to be fine," Hawkes said calmly, his hands up and almost like he was prepared to defend himself if Don snapped.

Don sighed and plopped himself down in the nearest chair. They were the only two in the conference room of the spacious New York City Crime Lab. "I'm just worried sick about him. It wasn't too long ago that we all got shot at," he pointed out. "That took its toll on him," he reminded Hawkes.

Hawkes sighed and nodded. "It took its toll on all of us. He'll be alright, he's strong," he said as he took a seat beside Don.

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation – Startled

"LAS VEGAS POLICE!" Brass yelled as him, Catherine, Nick, and a few officers entered the warehouse.

Silence greeted his words as the large group started to fan out. Nick and Catherine headed for the rear, Brass with them. They proceeded with caution, not sure what they would find.

Then, out of the blue, a young girl raced out in front of them. "Help me, please!" she begged.

Catherine, Nick, and Brass had at first been startled. Catherine was the first to recognize her though. "Madeline?" she asked gently.

"Help me, please! They shot him!" Madeline pleaded, motioning for the three of them to follow her. She then took off back in the direction she came, Nick, Catherine, and Brass following her.

Madeline led them back to where she'd found Mac and raced back to his side, checking for a pulse again with adrenaline and worry racing through her.

"Oh my God," Catherine exclaimed. "Brass, get us an ambulance or helicopter out here now!" she said as she kneeled down beside Madeline at Mac's side.

"Detective Taylor?" Catherine asked as she looked over his injuries. "You still with us, Detective? Help is on the way, ok, just hang on," she said.

Nick turned to Madeline, gently helping the girl to her feet and taking her out of the room. "I hate to ask, Madeline, but do you know what happened?"

"Not really, there was two of them, Casey Steele and another man. The man…he…he took me out of the room and I listened…Casey hurt Detective Taylor…I don't know what he did!" Madeline said, running her hands nervously through her hair before she wiped the tears from her face.

Mac struggled to get as far away from Casey as he could, fear showing in his eyes, if not terror.

"Please…Don't do this!" Mac begged. Then there was his back to the wall and Casey was right in front of him and all Mac could do was close his eyes and wait for what was next.

"It's ok, alright? You're safe now," Nick tried to calm her down.

Madeline looked at Nick. "He's going to be ok, won't he?"

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation – It's A Waiting Game

"Ray, I've got good news and I've got bad news," Catherine had gotten ahold of Ray as soon as they'd gotten Detective Taylor and Madeline Briggs in to Desert Palm Hospital.

"What's the news?" Ray asked her.

"We found Detective Taylor and Madeline Briggs," Catherine said. "The bad news is that Detective Taylor is suffering from two gunshot wounds and we think he was drugged. He lost a good deal of blood and they have him in the OR right now."

There was a moment of silence between him and her.

"Ray…It's not looking good. He took a round to the shoulder and a round to the stomach. We don't know how bad it is, but the doctor promised he'd give us news as soon as he could."

Ray sighed. "We'll be there. Detective Stella Bonasera and I just got off the plane at the airport. I'll tell her."

"I'm sorry."

"I know…I am as well. I'll see you soon," Ray said and then the call ended.

Catherine sighed and put her phone away. That was a pretty big hit for Ray to take as well as Detective Taylor's team. She was praying that Detective Taylor was strong enough to pull through this.