So, long story short, I got booted off my desk... and out of the office, into the nightclub to work on a handbook for the bars. And seeing as I'm at work on my laptop, I can update an extra chappy for ya!

Trizzy - I can't believe I'm converting D/L shippers! It amuses me too much! I hope you get your computer fixed soon! I know I can't live without mine!

Volonta forte - he didn't visit because I'm still trying to decipher what ship I am when it comes to Mac. Besides, he's trying to find the guys who mowed her down.

RK9 - Maddy would hunt her down. I really need to create an OC for Hawkes though. Because you've made me realise the consequences of that would be hilarious! And I'm glad you like Taylor! (:D)

sparkyCSI - hahahaha, I hadn't even thought what the song was. I may have to research fish songs. I haven't had any time at all this week, so hopefully there will be something for you this weekend!

demolished-soul - it's not a problem. I quite like writing a chirpy Nixon. Thanks for letting me run with it!

TBD - It's not Sunday - it's Friday. (:D) So an extra update this week! Glad you've enjoy, and I'm glad you're still reading! I'm finding my ship again...!

meadow567 - Glad you liked (and in this story, she's staying with him!)

Swede85 - Hello, Dr Cox! Flack can see Maddy and Aiden, but that's it. And let me know when that law is written! lol

daytimedrama - hope you had a good vacation! Sorry to confuse you. I've been having, um, what's the phrase... second thoughts (maybe??) about D/L - it suddenly hit me!

Spoilers for 3x08: Consequences... eventually.

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 126: And of all a sudden there stood a shiny demon

It took the CSIs and the O.C.C.B. exactly a week to make some arrests, with everyone, including Taylor, practically living at the lab 24/7. Ellis was still in ICU but he was doing better. Stella had been released from hospital. The day after was Eirik's funeral.

It was a full police affair, like Aiden's had been, with the sun beating down on them. For the most part, Taylor was resting against Flack's shoulder, watching the proceedings. He like the other CSIs and the O.C.C.B. was wearing their dress uniforms.

Danny was sitting just in front of them, Nixon at his side, who was clearly uncomfortable in the sombre suit she was wearing, but had also clearly worn it for Danny's benefit. She had even toned down her makeup, although Taylor was certain the eyeliner was in her pocket, ready to come out when the service was over.

She was right. After the service, the group headed to the local cop bar for a few drinks to celebrate Eirik's life. Nixon had disappeared into the bathroom, minutes after getting there, leaving Taylor by herself as Flack and Danny had gone to the bar.

'You know who Stella came to the funeral with?'

Taylor arched an eyebrow in the direction of her dead friend. 'Maddy. It's a funeral. It's not a date.'

Maddy shrugged. 'You can find love in the strangest places. Look at Danny and Nixon. She's hilarious, by the way.'

Taylor took a breath and turned. 'They've been dating two weeks. It's hardly love. And Ikaia lives two blocks over from Stella, and considering she can't drive, it was very thoughtful of him.'

'Well you're no fun,' Maddy scowled, sliding in the booth opposite.

'Maddy, I've just been to a funeral.'

'So have I. You'd be surprised how many people want to go to their own funeral.'

'It was quite nice,' said Eirik, appearing next to them with Aiden. 'Shame Ellis wasn't there to lighten the mood with his inappropriate jokes.' He turned to Aiden. 'I really wish you'd have hopped into that coffin and rapped on the lid. Now that would have lightened the mood.'

Taylor stared in disbelief. 'Oh my God, you're the male version of these two. It was a funeral. Your funeral.'

'Yeah, but if you can't have fun at your own funeral, when can you?' Eirik asked her.

Taylor's mouth flapped open and closed as she struggled to find the words.

Next to him, Aiden shrugged. 'I told you she wouldn't approve.'

'You didn't think I'd approve?' Taylor hissed. 'You wanted to knock on the lid of a coffin at a funeral! I wonder why I don't approve?'

'Man, I wish I was sticking around,' Eirik sighed, glancing around the bar. 'I'm going to miss this. And I'm going to miss Zena.'

'You two were dating?' Taylor asked.

Eirik shook his head. 'Nope. But she was the one who was always "arresting" me. We could play off each other pretty well in front of the gang members.'

'You need me to pass on a message?'

'Nah. But you can do something for me.'

Taylor nodded. 'Sure. What?'

'There's a document on my email account. Password's tunafish. Get it for me, before they delete my account from the PD server.'

'What do you want to do with it?'

'That's my baby girl that my mother is holding. Make sure my mom gets that to give to her.'

Taylor looked over at the little girl. She was sat there, clearly not understanding what was happening as she played with her toys. 'Of course,' Taylor agreed.

'Anyway,' said Eirik. 'Her mom is waiting for me. I should go. I just wanted to say thank you. And whatever happens – don't give up.'

'Don't give up? Don't give up what?' Taylor demanded sharply. But the three of them disappeared.

'Who are you talking to, Nancy Drew?' Nixon as she bounded back into the seat opposite, looking more like her usual self.

'No one,' Taylor sighed. 'And how are you so cheerful?'

Nixon shrugged. 'It's a funeral. You're supposed to be.'

'Huh, what now?' Taylor stared at her, unsure if Nixon actually understood what a funeral was for.

'You're celebrating a great life and a transition into the next one,' Nixon explained, before glancing to the bar. 'How long does it take Blue Eyes to buy a drink?'

Taylor laughed, 'you ever going to call him Danny?'

'Probably not,' Nixon admitted. 'Only if he's been a naughty boy.'

'Okay, that just conjured up some mental images of Danny I really didn't need,' Taylor muttered, grateful as Flack and Danny returned and sat down.

They sat drinking their drinks in silence, until Nixon spoke. 'Scoot over Blue Eyes.'

Flack looked at her. 'Me?'

Nixon laughed. 'You're not Blue Eyes.' Flack stared at her. 'You're BFG.'

'What on earth does BFG stand for?' he asked the chirpy woman as she got out of the booth.

'Big Friendly Giant,' she told him before bounding away to the jukebox.

'Where did you find her?' Flack muttered to Danny as he sat back down.

'I like her,' Danny smiled.

'You look happy,' Taylor nodded. 'But what about Lindsay?'

'What about her?' Danny asked. 'She broke up with me. And it's not like I haven't introduced her to Nixon.'

'Introduced me to who?' Nixon asked as she returned.

'Lindsay,' Danny told her. 'I was explaining how you're helping me get over her.'

Taylor actually choked on her drink whilst Flack stared in amazement.

Nixon shrugged at them. 'If I'm the rebound girl, that's fine. But if grows into something more, that's better.' She squished the end of Danny's nose.

'That's…' Taylor trailed off, unsure of how to respond correctly to that statement.

'Refreshingly honest?' Danny suggested.

Taylor nodded. 'Yeah.'

'What's the point in keeping secrets?' Nixon asked. 'It only hurts more when they come out in the end.'

Flack pricked his head up and frowned. 'What is this?' he asked, refering to the song.

'Journey,' Nixon grinned at him.

'Journey?' Flack repeated.

Nixon glared at him. 'Do not insult the Journey.'

'But Journey…? So, what are you two doing tomorrow?' Flack asked.

'I'm taking Danny to see Disturbed,' Nixon informed them.

'Disturbed?' Flack repeated. 'Since when do you listen to Disturbed?'

Danny shrugged, 'She's coming to a baseball game next week.'

'I'm starting him small. I want him to come see Snog, but I'm going to have to introduce him to various types of music before he can fully appreciate Snog.' Nixon laughed, 'you can come if you like? Maybe I can get you to broaden your music tastes.'

'Actually,' said Taylor, 'I wouldn't mind. But Don has tomorrow off, and gho- good weather,' she quickly corrected herself before Nixon could notice, 'permitting, we can go view some apartments. We haven't had chance yet.'

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By the end of the weekend, Taylor was exhausted. She and Flack had tried to cram as many viewings in as possible, through fear of being either disturbed by a ghost, or Flack not having another convenient day off for a while. Whilst Taylor hadn't had any visits from something without a pulse, neither had they found an apartment that they both liked.

They went their separate way after meeting with the realtor – Flack had had a call, and Taylor headed back to her apartment.

She settled down in front of her computer and pulled up the NYPD email Flack had saved on her computer and logged on as Eirik. She spotted the email straight away and downloaded the document. The first part was her (or whoever found it) instruction for getting the letter to Ceder, his daughter. The second part was a very moving letter to Ceder, explaining what he did, and how much he loved her. It was actually really sweet.

She printed it out and followed the instructions, popping both letters into an envelope for mailing the following day.

She was braving a packet of Easy Mac when the temperature dropped. 'I knew you were going to turn up,' she muttered into the microwave. 'Just answer me this, if I turn now, am I going to want to eat?'

'I'd say probably not,' Maddy told her.

Taylor sighed and put the macaroni down, and turned to face the latest visitors. 'Visitors' was probably the right word. Taylor let out a yelp and jumped backwards and into the counter. 'You have green blood!' she cried.

'Find him. Before it's too late.' The latest ghost told her, pointing upwards.

'The ceiling? The people above me?' Taylor asked, confused, staring at the man in a helmet – his face hidden by dark glass. She turned to Maddy. 'Seriously, are they trying to see how hard they can make it?'

Maddy shrugged at her. 'I-'

'Can't answer that,' Taylor finished. 'Never mind. I'm getting my jacket.'

Alright guys, I need your help!!!

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I would have called myself a diehard D/L shipper. Now, in the space of a week, I'm not sure. Do y'all want Nixon to stick around, or should it be Lindsay? Because I really don't know any more! (:s) Well, I think I have my ship back, but I figure y'all should have a say! (:D)

Please help!