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What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 125: I feel so alive for the very first time

When Flack awoke the following morning, it was to a half empty bed. He shot upright and looked around wondering where on earth Taylor was. Yanking back the covers, he dashed out of his bed and into the living room, practically skidding to a halt when he spotted Taylor at his computer, cursing it under her breath.

'Taylor? What are you doing?'

Taylor turned, 'Don, you have got to get DSL or broadband, or… anything other than this dial-up!'

'I don't use it much – if I need anything I use my computer at work. That one's not very good.'

'You think?' she muttered in surprise, 'I'm convinced this is running because mice are inside it, running around on a wheel to power it.'

Flack walked over. 'Aside from insulting my computer, what are you doing up? And what are you doing on here?'

'Nothing,' Taylor told him. 'Other than restraining myself from kicking that piece of junk.'

Flack eyed her suspiciously. 'Alright, what were you trying to do?'

'I was trying to research.'

'Research what?' Flack asked her as he perched on the arm of his couch.

'The Brooklyn Bullets and the Døds Forbannelse,' Taylor told him calmly as she shut his computer down.

Flack took a breath, 'Taylor-'

'Don't worry, Don. As you pointed out last night, and as Mac likes to tell me all the time, I'm not a cop. But I am a journalist, and I'm going to do what I do best – research. And then I'm going to hand over all the information and go and see how Stella is doing.'

'I think I would prefer it if you skipped to the visiting Stella part.'

'I know you would,' Taylor told him, placing a kiss on his cheek, 'but I have to do this, because I can't do anything else. That and the fact there are five ghosts standing in that corner who haven't left since three this morning.'

Flack glanced hesitantly over his shoulder and started when he spotted Maddy waving to him. 'And you can see five?'

Taylor nodded solemnly.

Flack sighed. 'Promise me you will hand that information over.'

'I will even hand it to you personally,' she told him.

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Taylor walked into the Crime Lab and headed straight for Mac's office. He was pouring over piles of papers and looked like he hadn't slept all night. She gently rapped on his door and walked in.

'Morning Taylor,' he greeted her wearily.

Taylor opened her mouth to greet him back, but stopped, and slowly turned her head, distracted that a badly recorded song which was playing from above her head.

'What's the matter?' Mac asked her.

'You put the guard fish up?' she asked him suspiciously.

Mac pursed his lips and stared at the wiggling, singing fish. 'Oh yes, thank you for that present.'

'You didn't like it?' Taylor pouted.

'Not as much as,' he broke off. 'Yes. Thank you.'

Taylor beamed. 'I knew you would like it.'

Mac sighed. 'What can I do for you, Taylor?'

Taylor walked over to the desk and took a seat. 'Alright. Before you tell me what my job is, I know. But Stella is my friend and I want to help and whether you want to believe it or not, I have four ghosts haunting me, including the agent who was shot yesterday, who want to help too.'

'Taylor-'

'You also look like you haven't slept. I know I haven't, and I doubt the others have either.'

'Taylor-'

'Considering the chaos that scene was in yesterday, you probably have Lindsay and Sheldon working around the clock, you've taken Danny off the case, and I figure you could do with all the help you need. So let me help. I can read and read and read.' She sat and stared at Mac who stared back.

'Are you done now?' he asked her, finally.

Taylor nodded.

'Good.' He picked up half the files on his desk and handed them over. There's more in the file room on the fourth floor.'

Taylor's jaw hit the floor. 'It was that easy?'

'You're right,' Mac told her. 'I haven't slept, and I need all the help I can get considering I'm two down on my team.'

Still in shock, Taylor rose to her feet, 'I'm getting out of here before you change your mind,' she informed him, scooping the files. She headed to the door and pulled it open, staring up at the fish which had burst into song again. 'I knew getting you was a good idea.'

'Taylor,' Mac called after her.

Taylor turned. 'Yeah?'

'If Danny turns up, keep him away from the files.'

Taylor nodded and left.

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A couple of hours later, Taylor was buried behind piles of files in the small computer lab, the computer whirring behind her as she had set the task of running everything in the New York Daily's database.

'What are you doing down there?'

Taylor looked up from her position on the floor and pulled the pen she had been chewing out of her mouth. 'Research.'

'On what?' Danny asked her.

'The Brooklyn Bullets.'

Danny stared at her. 'Mac okayed that?'

Taylor nodded. 'It's all because of the Magic Guard Fish.'

Danny pulled a face. 'Did you hit your head at some point?'

Taylor grinned. 'Let's just say it was a trick I learnt in Las Vegas.'

Danny sat down heavily in the chair at the computer and glanced at the screen. 'I can't believe Mac is letting you work this case, but not me.'

'That's because you have a dodgy past,' Taylor told him matter-of-factly, putting the folder she was reading on the 'read' pile and grabbing another.

'My brother has a dodgy past. I'm dodgy by association.'

Taylor looked up at him. 'That changes things how?'

Danny frowned. 'Does Mac know you have a dodgy brother?'

Taylor arched an eyebrow. 'You kidding? Mac seems to know all,' she frowned, 'except when it comes to relationships.'

Danny nodded. 'Well, he met Nixon yesterday.'

Taylor stared at him in disbelief. 'Hang on. You were with Lindsay for months and he never found out, yet you go on a couple of dates with Nixon and Mac's already met her?'

Danny shrugged. 'He was at the hospital. Met her there.'

'And what about Lindsay?'

Danny sighed and sank back into his chair. 'They'll meet at some point. I was going to see how it was working between me and Nix before I introduced them.'

Taylor put the folder down. 'Danny, you need to tell her.'

Danny nodded. 'May as well do it now. It's not like I can do anything else.'

Taylor frowned. 'Don't you have your own case you should be working on?'

'Do you want me to tell her, or are you trying to get me to put it off?'

Taylor rolled her eyes. 'Go.'

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'How's it going?' Flack asked her as he sat down in the seat Danny had occupied many hours previously.

'Fine,' Taylor told him. Or at least that was what he thought she said as she still had a pen between her teeth.

'You have a pen stain on your cheek.'

'Uh-huh.'

Flack rolled his eyes and placed a Subway sandwich on the papers she was reading.

Taylor blinked and looked over at him. 'What's this?'

'Lunch,' Flack frowned. 'Well, dinner.'

Taylor glanced up at the clock. 'It's 6pm? Already?'

Flack nodded. 'I figured you'd still be here. Find anything?'

Taylor nodded. 'Enough reading to keep me busy for months. Zena Britannia from O.C.C.B. dropped by with more information.' She jerked her chin at a pile balanced precariously on the side as she took a bite of her sandwich. 'They're struggling in O.C.C.B., what with being a man down too.'

'Speaking of,' said Flack. 'I got the Captain to agree to give me a break. Stella has visiting hours soon. I'm guessing you haven't left that spot all day?'

Taylor thought about it and shook her head. 'Might explain why my back aches.'

The two finished up their sandwiches and headed over to the hospital.

'Hey guys,' Stella beamed at them as they walked in.

Taylor handed over the chocolates they had bought on their way over. 'Someone's popular,' she indicated to the enormous bouquet of daisies near Stella's head.

'They're from Detective Ikaia. He called in this morning before he went to visit Ellis.' Stella sighed. 'They got hit pretty bad. Lost an agent, another, Ellis, is in ICU. Makes me feel lucky.'

'So it should,' Flack told her. 'And if it was luck that kept you here, I'd take luck any day.'

Stella blushed. 'You're sweet. Thank you.'

Flack shrugged. 'I mean it.'

'So,' Stella changed the subject slightly. 'How's the case going? Have you found who did it?'

'Stell, you should be thinking about getting better, not work.'

Stella arched an eyebrow. 'It's going to take weeks to get out of this cast, and no amount of positive thinking is going to speed that up. Which is why I would like to know how the case is going.'

Flack sat forward. 'We have some suspects, but nothing concrete so far. We're working on it Stella. You know that none of us are going to give up until the people behind yesterday have been arrested.'

Stella groaned. 'How on earth did you manage to be confined to a hospital bed for so long? I'm going mad and I'll be back on desk duty in a week.'

'A week may be a little optimistic, Stell,' Flack told her. 'You were involved in a hit and run.'

'Trust me, I am well aware of that,' Stella told him dryly.

'At least you will get to go on desk duty soon,' Taylor reminded her. 'Don had to wait months for that.'

'I was in a coma,' Flack pointed out.

'See,' Taylor shrugged.

'You're right,' Stella admitted. 'But I get bored so easily in here.'

'Well, I tell you what, Stell, next time I come, I'll drop off my Playstation. That will keep you entertained.'

Taylor shot him a disbelieving stare. 'You're willing to give up your Playstation?'

Stella laughed. 'And in the meantime, I know the nurses have a Monopoly board. Fancy a game?'

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