Lozzarooni - you have no need to worry on the reviewing front. I'm just really happy to hear that you're still reading. I've now watched all of S4 thus far, and other than the Mac storyline (I don't want to give too much away) I'm loving it. Even the theme music has grown on me. The bunnies wont leave me alone (plot bunny and real ones) I have so much in store. Which worries me, because I think I may have to end this story at some point!

Thoren - no it didn't, and thank you very much! Sorry to have kept you waiting!

demolished-soul - Maddy's fine. She's just in the doghouse with TPTB.

RK9 - don't apologise for the madness! It still gets me laughing! I didn't intend on writing the angst. It just happened (:s)

sparkyCSI - all I can do is continue to thank you! Hopefully we'll all be online tonight, for once

Trizzy - you know, I watched Danny in that harness, and all I could think was "why the hell isn't he wearing a helmet?". Not that it would do much good if he plummeted to his death... clearly, I have my priorities in order (!) I want a cat! One I can train to live with fish and rabbits!

meadow567 - sorry it took so long, but here you go!

Aphina - well, thats because I had some great help on them!

miss wizard of oz - very well, I shall accept the new ship! lol. Glad you found it funny!!

Um, still spoilers for 3x08, consequences. And big thanks to sparkyCSI and Aphina because they really helped with this chapter!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 130: I never ever can remember all the things that go bump in the night

'Let it be known, Danny hits ladies,' Taylor declared as she and the man in question joined Stella and Flack (still play-fighting with each other, of course).

'You're no lady,' Danny scoffed.

Taylor glared at him, hands on hips. 'You wanna repeat that, Messer?'

Stella stuck one of her crutches between them and pushed them away from each other. 'I tell you, it's like looking after children,' she muttered in Flack's direction.

Taylor froze when she actually realised Flack was in there, and he was glaring at her.

'Do I want to ask?' Flack asked Danny, pointedly ignoring Taylor – something that the rest of them picked up on instantly.

'Taylor's getting visits from aliens,' Danny told him.

Taylor nodded, staring at the ghost of Kym – still looking like an alien, who had appeared behind Flack.

'Find him, before it's too late. Please.'

'Look, he's telling me to find him. He even asked please. I think it's getting desperate now,' she told the three, chewing on her lip.

Danny nodded and handed the picture of their suspect to Flack and Stella. 'Trina Roubian.'

Flack frowned. 'I think I talked to her.' He pulled his memo book out and flicked through it.

'Nice,' said Danny. 'And?'

Flack nodded finding his note. 'She's the one who said…' he trailed off and glanced at Taylor. 'Who said she was abducted by aliens.'

'Oh look, that came from a ghost,' she muttered, although she was glaring pointedly back at Flack.

'Danny, we're going paying this nut job a visit,' Flack informed Danny, still glaring at Taylor.

Taylor's eyes narrowed as Flack turned and stormed from the room.

Danny looked from Flack's retreating back to Taylor, who was still glaring at Flack, before shrugging helplessly at Stella. Stella nodded at him, and he charged out after Flack.

'Have I missed something?' Stella asked her in confusion.

Taylor turned her head. 'Nothing a piece of two-by-four wouldn't fix.'

Stella's mouth hit the floor. 'Alright, what the hell happened?'

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Taylor was glaring at Stella's wall as she finished her story. Stella had led her to her office, sat her down, and demanded she spill.

'Oh dear,' Stella sighed.

Taylor nodded glumly.

'I think you're going to have to talk to him.'

Taylor stared at her. 'He's the one in the wrong.'

'Yeah, but this is Don we're talking about.'

'I know!' Taylor cried. 'But he's still the one in the wrong.'

Stella nodded patiently. 'He needs you, Taylor.'

'Yeah,' Taylor scoffed. 'And he has me.'

'Taylor, Don doesn't see shades of grey very often. And Cruz and Truby are his colleagues – he trusts them.'

'Yeah, I know. He trusts them more than me.'

'Now we both know that's not the case.'

Taylor sighed. 'I know. It just... it doesn't feel like that at the minute.'

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She knew they had found Cyrus when Kym and Eirik appeared. Kym was finally human again, clad in white, and looking peaceful.

'He's on his way to hospital,' he informed Taylor.

Taylor let out a sigh of relief. 'Thank you.' She took a breath. 'And what about your killer?'

Kym looked at Eirik.

'Your job was to help Cyrus,' Eirik told her.

'Maybe I have slightly selfish reasons for asking,' Taylor sighed, pulling a face.

'And that's why we're not telling you,' Eirik finished.

'Fine,' Taylor resigned.

'Anyway. Thank you,' Kym told her.

'You're welcome,' she responded before the two vanished. She glanced down at her watch. She had a few things to do, but Stella's words of advice were repeating over and over in her head. With a sigh, she left the lab and headed across to the precinct and to Flack's still vacant desk.

She was chatting to Angell when Flack returned looking tired. He stopped when he saw Taylor perched on his desk. 'Taylor,' he greeted her coolly.

Angell looked between the two and gave them an uncomfortable smile. 'Well, you two clearly need to talk, so I'm going to go and pretend to do some paperwork.'

'What do you want, Taylor,' Flack asked her, sinking onto his desk.

Taylor took a breath, determined to keep her cool. 'I came to see how things went.'

'We found Menlo. He's in hospital,' he told her shortly.

'That's good,' Taylor muttered.

'Why are you really here?' Flack asked her.

Taylor looked at him. 'Do you really have to ask?

'Don?'

Flack and Taylor turned to find Mac standing there.

'Hey,' Flack greeted him, shortly.

Taylor glanced around – Mac was blocking her exit (although her curiosity was telling her not to leave) so she hopped off the desk and moved to the vacant desk opposite Flack's, sat down, and pretended to flick through a file on the table.

'You know why I'm here?' Mac asked Flack.

Without acknowledging the question, Flack got down off the table, turned, and opened his desk draw, pulling his little black memo book. He pressed it too his mouth and sat down. 'You care about the consequences?' he asked Mac, glancing up at him.

'I know this isn't easy for you,' Mac told him.

'I'm not talking about me, Mac. I'm talking about the hundreds of arrests this cop was involved in,' Flack explained. 'The thugs that are gonna be screaming for an appeal because his credibility is in question, and the ones that are going to go free, despite the fact they're guilty. And he did everything by the book. I'm talking about child molesters, rapists, murderers.'

'Kym Tenaka's shooter stepped over his body and collected shell casings,' Mac responded calmly, yet coldly. 'He stuck his fingers into the victim's shoulder wound to retrieve a bullet – all to save his own ass. He was there to sell drugs. Poison that destroys families.' Mac was becoming angrier now, all whilst maintain his calm. 'It creates addicts out of babies in the womb. That accounts for 23 percent of the murders in this city.' He glared down at Flack. 'Don't make me subpoena your memo book, Don.'

Flack glared stonily at his desk, and for a minute, Taylor thought he was going to actually make Mac do just that. And then he flung it on the corner of his desk.

Mac turned to leave, but stopped. 'The consequences I care about are the cops who never cross the line, who now have to face comments and criticism because one of their own forgot the oath we took. Whichever one of these guys who was found guilty,' he waved the memo book in the air. 'I hope he goes away for a very long time. Because he disrespected the badge that you and I wear.' He turned and stormed out of the room.

Flack continued to glare at the table, refusing to look at anyone.

Taylor bit her lip and walked around to him. 'Don?' she started gently, placing a hand hesitantly on his shoulder.

He shook it off instantly. 'Leave it, Taylor,' he snapped.

Taylor stared at him, but saying nothing, turned and left, refusing to look back.

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Taylor pushed her door open with her feet and pushed her way in, bags of groceries under her arms. She had headed to the supermarket and done some evening shopping as she knew she had nothing in her cupboards. She dumped them on the side and fished the mail she had collected out.

There were a few bills, a letter which was clearly from her brother, a large envelope and a medium sized envelope. She tore the largest open first, knowing what it was before she did: her realtor had posted a few property details over. She was pouring over them, wondering if there was any point anymore, when there was a noise at the door.

She glanced up at the clock and frowned wondering who could be calling at this time. She'd long given up on Flack, waiting a full hour after the end of his shift, before getting her groceries.

The sight before her, when she opened the door, caused a smile to cross her face. Looking exhausted, but happy at the same time, was Marty. Taylor let out a small squeal and leapt on him.

'Well, if this is the reaction I get when I see you, I should come visit more often,' Marty grinned into her hair.

'I am so glad to see you,' Taylor murmured.

Marty took a step back and stared at her. 'What's happened?'

'Nothing,' Taylor told him with an unconvincing shrug.

Marty frowned. 'Alright. Go get a bath.'

Taylor blinked. 'Is that your not-so subtle way of telling me I smell?'

'No, it's my subtle way of telling you, you look like a wreck, so get a bath, wrap up in your robes, and then you and me are going to sit down and you can tell me what's the matter.'

Taylor gave his a weary nod of the head and headed for her bathroom. She remerged a while later wrapped up in her fluffy robe, her hair in a scruffy bun, to have a glass of wine handed to her almost immediately.

'Spill,' Marty demanded, pulling her down onto the sofa next to him.

Taylor sighed and leant back against the couch back. 'I managed to argue with everyone today.'

Marty arched an eyebrow at her. 'Everyone?'

'Don and Lindsay,' Taylor admitted. 'But it feels like I've been arguing with everyone.'

'About what?' Marty prompted.

Taylor smiled up at him. 'Nothing. It's just me over analysing everything.' She got to her feet. 'I'm glad you're back, Marty.'

'Taylor, you didn't answer my question,' Marty told her, getting up and catching up with her before she could walk into her bedroom and grabbing her arm. 'Taylor?' he peered up at her. 'Are you… crying?'

'No,' Taylor muttered.

'In which case, you're eyes are leaking,' Marty told her dryly.

'I'm fine, Marty,' she snapped. 'I just need to get some sleep.'

Marty sighed and dropped her hand. 'I know I've not been around much recently, but you can talk to me, you know.'

'I know,' Taylor sighed. 'But I really just need to get some sleep.' She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ducked into her room.

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Although asleep in different rooms, Marty and Taylor awoke at exactly the same time. Taylor was pulling on her robe and out of her bedroom, clutching at a shoe, which she swung at a shadow as she stepped into the kitchen.

Only the shadow grabbed a hold of her arm, stopping her. 'What good is a running shoe going to do against a burglar?' Marty hissed at her.

'I don't have anything else,' Taylor hissed back.

Marty rolled his eyes at her. 'Get back into the bedroom.'

'Not a chance,' Taylor scoffed. 'If you're going down, I want to know about it.'

'Thanks for the vote of confidence,' Marty scowled.

Another bang broke up their bickering.

Taylor rolled her eyes as she realised what it was. 'It's someone at the door.'

Marty frowned. 'Someone who sounds like they're trying to break the door down.'

Taylor padded over to the door and stared out of the peep hole. Within seconds, she was pulling the door open. 'Don?!'

Marty looked at the detective and sighed. 'I'll be in my room if you need me,' he informed Taylor as he headed back in the direction he had come.

Taylor stepped back and let him in silently, smelling the faint trace of alcohol on him as he walked past. She shut the door and turned. The next thing she knew, he was crushing his lips down on hers, kissing her, pushing her back into the door.

She pushed him away. 'Don? What are you doing?' she asked him, cupping his face.

'I love you, you know that?'

'What are you doing?' she repeated.

Flack shook his head. 'I don't want to talk about it yet.' He grabbed her hands and pulled them off his face, placing his lips back on hers.

As Flack's lips travelled down her neck, sending shivers down her spine, Taylor sighed and pushed him away.

'You don't want this?' he asked, before resuming with the kissing.

Taylor pushed him away again. 'Don, stop it!'

'What's the matter, babe?'

Taylor stormed past him. 'Do you know what, maybe you should go home and sleep off whatever it is you've been drinking.'

'I'm not drunk,' Flack told her.

'I didn't say you were,' said Taylor. 'I said you should go home.'

'Maybe I don't want to,' Flack retorted.

'Alright, then what happened today?'

'God, woman! Do you have any idea how damn infuriating you are? I didn't come here to talk.'

'Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel special,' Taylor snapped back at him. 'And you know where the door is.'

The pair glared hotly at each other. 'Why are you trying to get rid of me?' Flack demanded. 'Who have you got back there?'

Taylor rolled her eyes. 'Okay, get out and come back when you've sobered up.'

'It's Marty, isn't it. I did see him, didn't I?' Flack didn't wait for an answer and stormed into the flat.

Taylor grabbed him. 'Stop being an idiot. Marty lives here. And I am not about to argue with you on that.' Flack opened his mouth to retort, but Taylor continued. 'Go home. If you want to talk to me, do it tomorrow.'

Flack glared at her, then turned and stormed out, slamming the door so hard behind him that it bounced back open.

Taylor shut it with a sigh. Being an understanding girlfriend was proving to be harder than she expected.

Well, I finally get work to calm down, and then I have to contend with my phone company. They did something to the phone pole and in the process, pulled the cable out. Retards.

I feel obliged to put in another shameless plug here... Gotham's Heroes! I'm pretty certain it's not that bad! (but I may be biased) lol.