DISCLAIMER: WHO THE HELL STARTED THIS? IF SOMEONE NAMES THEM AND I EVER MEET THEM THEY ARE GONNA END UP IN THE HOSPITAL. CEPT I DON'T OWN CSI NY.

Chapter 4: How much does she mean to you?

Previously on 'A Chance At Tomorrow'

"Glad to see you to Flack." Tyson growled "And I'm just giving you a friendly warning that whatever is going to happen is going to be your fault."

Everyone started dumbfolded at him and fear settled in Sheldon's stomach. He knew what the irish gang was capable of. They could be very dangerous.

Tyson smirked and turned to another men "Kiko, train your gun on them." And another masked man lifted his rifle and pointed it at Mac. From behind one of the desks he pulled out a chair, turned it around and sat on it facing them. "Now I know all of you have questions so I'm gonna give you the short version of the story. I'm here for revenge. You sent my brother to jail. I want the drugs back. Now you must be wondering that all of you were here during that day but why did I also take your pretty little detective Angell. I mean she was'nt here. So I'll also answer that, You" he said pointing at Jessica "are here for leverage." He smirked "I know Donnie boy here would do anything for you."

"What are you talking about, we are just partners." Jess asked and Don nodded although he knew what Tyson was telling was true. Jess meant a lot to him and losing her would not sit well with. In the time they had been partners she had been there for him when he needed it and they had each other's back. He had more than partnerly feelings for her.

"Oh are you?" Tyson smirked and reached for a brown envelope he had placed on Flack's desk. From there he took out a stack of what looked like photographs and proceeded to show them. They all kept straight faces as the photo's were shown to them. Some of them consisted of Flack and Angell at various crime scenes, Flack and Angell at the bar, walking together at night, and there were some in her home. Sometimes they went to each other's houses for irish coffee and some conversation and more than once the had both fallen asleep on the couch together. Those pictures showed Flack holding Jess tightly around her waist while her head rested on her chest. Both had contented expressions on their faces and smiles.

Danny gave a low whistle "Now tell me you guys are not a couple."

Tyson smirked and put the pictures back in the brown envelope and went behind Don's desk and turned around a framed picture from his desk and showed it to them. It was a candid shot of both of them at a crime scene. Danny had taken that candid and Don had asked for a copy.

"Yeah tell me your just partner's now." Tyson taunted.

They all stayed quiet. Stella and Lindsay was curious. Jess had talked to them about her growing feelings for her partner but she had not told them that they were that close.

Flash back

Stella, Lindsay and Jess were in Sullivan's bar having some much needed girl conversation.

"Danny just keeps pushing me away. I know he's hurting after Ruben Sandoval's death but just letting him know I'm there for him is'nt helping much. I just wish I could do something more." Lindsay said watching the surface of her martini.

Jess internally sighed she was glad Lindsay did'nt know about his affair with Rikki Sandoval. If she was so hung up on his behavior but if she knew the reason then it would tear the younger woman apart. Lindsay was like a small sister to Jess and Stella and they were not going to let her be hurt if the could prevent it.

Stella sighed "Listen we all know that he's hurting. Ruben told him he was the closest thing to a father he had. And he keeps blaming himself but he'll open up to you when he feel's like it." She said lifting her glass of wine to her lips.

"But what if it's to late. I have fallen in love with him and now I need to know how to let those feeling go."

Jess put her hand on Lindsay's shoulder as a few tears slipped through the country girl's defences "Listen Linds, if you love him and if he loves you, you have to trust that it's strong enough to hold you together. And if he doesn't turn around soon we'll have Don and Mac knock some sense into him."

To distract them from the dire situation Lindsay smiled and said teasingly "Don?"

Stella quickly caught on and went along with her "How come you call him by his first name?"

Jess blushed "I call you guys by your first names."

Lindsay shook her head "Not buying it,"

Jess sighed and put her hands up in defeat "Okay, I don't know where I stand with him. I mean suspects and other people think we are a couple. If someone flirts with him I get, I don't know jealous and possessive."

Stella and Lindsay gave knowing glances at each other as Jess looked at her traditional bottle of beer.

End of Flashback

"How the hell did you get a visual inside my apartment?" Jess asked in an angry but embarrassed voice.

"Air vents are very helpful." Wilder said in a sickly voice.

"You do realize in minutes forces are going to be swarming around here?" Stella asked breaking the air.

"You don't think I planned it all out? Do you think im stupid" he said in an angered voice and pointed his glock at her.

"No, I mean …….." Stella stuttered.

"What are your plans?" Mac finished for her.

Stella shot him a look that clearly said Are-you-out-of-your-mind? In reply Mac squeezed her hand.

"Get the drugs, get out and rough you up while at it." Tyson said "Now back to business." He rushed forward and grabbed Jess by her long brunette tresses. As she whimpered in pain Flack's hand shot forward and grabbed Jess's wrist.

Tyson pulled Jess while Flack shouted "Stop it, your hurting her."

As everyone else watched in horrified fascination Tyson pulled out a knife and held it to her neck and said "Oh will I? Then answer this…." He held Jess pressed to his chest. "How mush does she mean to you?"

SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT SCHOOL AND OTHER ACTIVITIES HAVE HELD ME UP. AND BY OTHER ACTIVITIES I MEAN HOME WORK, BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE IM GOING TO THE SCHOOL PICNIC!!! FOCUSING ON THE STORY, SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER BUT HOW DO YOU LIKE IT SO MUCH. IF YOU'RE A HATER OF FANFIC, CSI NY OR F/A THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU READING THIS STORY. REVIEWS ARE APPRECIATED BUT ONLY THOSE THAT ARE CONSTRUCTIVE OR APPRECIATIVE. IF NOT AND YOU JUST LIKE TRASHING, THEN I HAVE A PIECE OF ADVICE FOR YOU. GET A LIFE.