meadow567 - I wasn't going to, because I wasn't really ready to touch season 4, but I thought it might be nice for Cordelia to have a friend!

Aphina - I wasn't sure, but I like the awkwardness too. She's been bounced around, so I would think it would be inevitable

RK9 - I'll be honest, my knowledge of it comes from the TV - I cheated and used an online translator (yes, they actually do them for pig latin!) I do have one somewhere. Not so much fluffieness in this chapter - I got straight into something else. Sugar is good - I'm hyped up on lack of sleep and Redbull!

sparkyCSI - Crody has grown on me - she wasn't going to play as big a part originally, but I like having her around! I'm on the redbull, so I may be online later. I'll get 16 back to you!

demolished-soul - I don't know how you can wait - I can't! lol. I love the side of Danny that's been shown in this season. I think it's time at least one of them settled down!

This chapter, kinda appeared out of nowhere, after the request of miss wizzard of oz (so this arc is dedicated to you - I hope this is something like you envisioned)

I also have huge thanks to my wonderful beta, whom I bombarded with chapters, and despute how busy she is, managed to get them back to me in a day!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 156: My time is coming

'Are you alright?' Taylor asked Flack as he walked into the apartment and sunk into a chair at the table, sinking his head into his hands. His appearance had alarmed her – his trousers torn and covered in mud.

'He got away,' he said, his voice somewhat muffled as he spoke into the table.

Taylor arched an eyebrow as she sat in the chair opposite. 'Huh?'

'We had him and he got away,' he said, still talking to the table.

Taylor reached across, gently grabbing one of his hands. 'What happened?' she asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

Flack finally looked up. 'Shane Casey.'

Taylor licked her lips and looked straight into his now stormy blue eyes. 'I'm not following, Don.'

'Shane Casey. He's the kid who decapitated that girl, and impaled the bouncer to a tree with railway spikes through his ey-'

Taylor squeezed his hand a little harder than she intended as she fought to keep the images from her mind.

'Sorry,' he apologized. He exhaled slowly. 'He was killing people who were involved in sending his brother to prison. Hawkes is on that list. Me and Danny chased him down… we had him in booking. And some rookie cop let him get away.'

Taylor's eyes widened in alarm. 'What about Sheldon?'

Flack shrugged. 'He won't have any form of protection. Damnit!' he cried, slamming his fist on the table, making Taylor jump. 'We had him, Tay.'

'And you'll get him again,' she told him earnestly. 'I wouldn't be surprised to find that you have a pile of open cases stashed away in the bottom of one of your drawers.'

Flack eyed her suspiciously. 'Have you been rooting around in my desk?'

'Nope,' Taylor told him. 'I think the department would have issues with a journalist looking through a detective's drawers.'

A small smile began to creep onto Flack's face.

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'I'll get that,' Taylor muttered, yawning.

Flack rolled over, grabbing Taylor's pillow and pulling it over his head as she left the room.

'I'm coming,' she hissed in a stage whisper, not wanting to wake Cordelia, although Wilbur was at her feet, so it was likely she was still sleeping, as the incessant knocking continued. She opened the door a fraction, but the person who had been knocking burst in past her.

'Where is he?' Devon demanded.

'Devon?' Taylor gaped at the woman. 'What are you doing here?'

'Where's Martin?' she commanded instead of answering.

Taylor rubbed at her eyes, half convinced she was dreaming. 'He's in St. Louis. Why?'

'Because he dumped me. OVER A FREAKING TEXT!' she cried.

'Shhhhh!' Taylor hissed. 'People are trying to sleep!'

'I don't care! Nobody breaks up with my texting me. Especially not some two-bit coroner,' she spat.

Taylor leapt on her, grabbing her immaculate hair and shoving her face into the sink filled with cold, dirty washing up water, holding her head down despite the struggling, until, she stopped.

'I'm the person that does the dumping,' Devon shrieked.

Taylor shook her head. The hallucination had been very realistic. 'Seriously, Devon. It's two am. And both beds are occupied.' Wrong choice of words.

'I knew he was here!' Devon cried, as she began marching to the bedroom.

Taylor ran after her, tackling her… and then she went sliding across the floor, carpet burns coating the blonde's face as she crashed head first into the wall, and then remained there, unmoving.

Taylor snapped out of the hallucination in time to grab Devon's arm and pull her back to the kitchen. 'Seriously, Devon,' she hissed. 'Marty is in Missouri. I have my niece in that room. Sleeping!'

'Is he really, or are you just covering the fact he's in your bed?'

And with that, Taylor shoved her, sending her flying through the kitchen and somehow, through the window. Taylor ran over as her body hit the ground several floors down.

Taylor quickly shook her head, driving the latest image from her mind. 'Devon. Go home,' she told her firmly, before the illusion became reality. She stared at the woman, her eyes dropping to her feet and the expensive looking shoes she was wearing… to see Wilbur peeing over them.

Taylor rubbed at her eyes. Only the outraged squeal from Devon was actually because Wilbur had done the nasty.

'My Jimmy Choos!' she squealed hysterically. Making a noise sounding something like a horse, Devon turned and stormed out of the door, slamming it behind her.

Taylor contained her laughter to chuckles as she leant over and petted the pig. 'That'll do, pig,' she said, before laughing harder.

'You expecting him to talk back?' Flack asked, appearing sleepy-eyed, hair ruffled.

Taylor stood up. 'Baa-ram-ewe?'

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Looking back, if Taylor had to pin point when everything began to spiral out of control, she would have said exactly two days after Devon had turned up on her doorstep at two in the morning…

Taylor let out a yawn as she watched Cordelia disappear into the school. She had been up all night working on her latest column – she had been so absorbed, she hadn't even realized what time it was until Flack had gotten up for work. She was heading home, when a familiar face appeared in front of her.

'He was using me,' Devon declared, outraged.

Taylor was midway through sighing, when she noticed two things. Firstly, that Devon had become somewhat see-through, and secondly, that both Maddy, and Aiden were standing either side of her.

Taylor's mouth dropped open. 'Oh, please, no,' she muttered. She looked over at Aiden. 'My arm is already broken,' she told her.

Aiden nodded. 'I'm going to try to make sure that the second one does follow suit.'

'What do you mean, try?' she asked. 'And more importantly, exactly who are you going to stop-' Taylor stopped as Devon lunged at her, before being held back by Aiden. 'What the hell?'

Maddy shrugged. 'She needs your help. But she kinda blames you.'

Taylor gaped at her. 'Me?'

'Maddy,' Aiden cried, exasperated, momentarily flinging her arms in the air, before having to grab Devon again. 'You are going to get switched with Eirik again, if you're not careful.

Maddy clamped her mouth closed and shrugged apologetically at Taylor.

'He just used me!' Devon snapped again.

Taylor looked at the strawberry blonde and tried to swallow a lump in her throat. She didn't exactly like the girl, but she never wished this on her. Her face flushed as she remembered the hallucinations. Something clicked. 'Oh god,' she muttered as she stormed off to the precinct.

She hurried into the precinct, spotting Danny and Flack instantly, and not liking the expressions on their faces. She walked over.

'Taylor?' Flack looked up in surprise.

'We have a problem,' Taylor told the pair, who strangely looked like they already knew. 'Devon.'

Danny nodded, confirming her suspicions. 'Found dead this morning by her maid.'

'Well why aren't you processing her apartment?' Taylor asked.

'Taylor,' Flack started gently. 'We've been pulled off the case.'

'Why would they do that?' Taylor asked, confused. 'It's not like anyone knew her, really. Other than Marty. And he's in St. Louis.' Taylor looked at Danny, who was refusing to meet her gaze, and then to Flack, who looked like he was struggling to find the words. Taylor felt her heart plummet into her stomach. 'He's not in St. Louis, is he?' she whispered.

'He's in holding,' Flack affirmed.

Taylor's eyes widened. 'But Marty didn't kill her.'

'We know that,' Danny sighed. 'Problem is that the evidence isn't supporting that.'

'But Devon…' Taylor trailed off as she remembered what the ghost of Devon had told her. 'Oh, crap.'

'What?' Flack demanded.

'Who's in charge of this investigation?' Taylor asked instead of answering the question.

Flack's face clouded over instantly.

'What?' Taylor asked suspiciously.

'Flack's old man is heading up the investigation,' Danny responded instead.

'Crap,' Taylor repeated softly. And then she frowned. 'Your dad? NYPD narcotics legend?'

Flack nodded, grimly. 'That's him.'

'But I thought he was a) retired, and b) a narcotics cop?'

'He was. Only I nearly got blown up, and then I started dating you. so dad thought it would be a good idea to pull himself out of retirement and take up an offer an old friend made him, and now he's in Internal Affairs,' Flack sighed.

'Oh crap,' Taylor repeated for a third time. She inhaled sharply, pulling herself up to her full height of five feet, ten inches, and turned on her heels… only to have Flack grab her shoulder.

'Don't, Tay,' he told her.

Taylor turned, biting her lip. 'Don, I have to find Devon's killer.'

'I know,' he sighed. 'Just,' he ran his hand over his mouth. 'Be careful.'

Taylor gave him a small smile before turning to get on her way again.

The next time she was stopped, it was by Angell. 'Hey,' the detective called, hurrying over. 'I was going to call you.'

Taylor stared expectantly at the detective.

'Your bag got handed in.'

Taylor frowned. 'My bag?'

Angell pointed to the cast on her arm. 'The reason for that. It was handed in.'

Taylor nodded, distractedly. 'That's good,' she muttered.

'You alright?' Angell asked her.

'Yeah. I'm sorry, Jess,' she added. 'I have to… go.' With little other explanation, she hurried away, straight to booking, where she found Bosco, feet up on the desk, reading a boy's magazine.

'I can't let you see him,' he sighed, as he looked at her over the top of the page.

'Bosco, he's your friend too,' Taylor told him, folding her arms under her breasts.

'Shhhh,' Bosco hissed at her. 'The loo doesn't know that, and I'd rather he didn't find out.'

'Suddenly ashamed of your friends?' Taylor demanded, infuriated with his response.

'No,' Bosco retorted, slamming the paper down and leaping to his feet. 'But it's the only way I'm going to find out what's going on.'

'Sorry,' Taylor muttered as she shook her hands in agitation. 'Let me see him, Bosco.'

'Not a chance in hell,' he told her.

'Come on,' she pleaded. 'I'll be in and out before you know it.'

Bosco sighed. 'I'm getting a coffee.'

'Thank you,' Taylor breathed as she slipped into the room behind, finding herself with three cells, the last of which was holding Marty.

'Taylor?' Marty asked in surprise.

Ignoring the leering from the drunk in the cell next to him, Taylor quickly walked over. 'What is going on?' she asked him. 'You're supposed to be in another state!'

'She rang,' Marty told her, pacing up and down. 'And I felt bad, so I caught a red-eye to see her in person.'

'And?' Taylor pressed.

'There was arguing, make-up sex, arguing, and break-up sex. And then I left. She was still alive,' Marty told her.

'But why do they think it was you?'

Marty shrugged. 'The neighbors heard the arguing… and the make-up sex… and the-'

'I get the picture,' Taylor cut him off.

'My DNA is all over her, my prints all over her apartment. But I didn't do it, Tay,' he told her, his eyes pleading with her.

'I know,' Taylor nodded. The ghosts were always cryptic. They weren't likely to be any different this time.

'What the hell is going on in here?' a voice bellowed from behind.

Taylor could feel herself shrinking on the spot as she turned to find Flack Sr. staring at her, his face bright red and his moustache twitching. 'Uh,' she stammered, struggling to come up with an excuse.

'You will get out of here right now, or I will be hauling your ass into your own cell!' he roared.

'Look, Detective Flack-'

'It's Sergeant,' he snapped. 'And I don't see what you can possibly say that is going to make me let you stay here. And don't even think about coming back!' he added as Taylor darted past him. 'BOSCORELLI!' he bellowed at the officer who had appeared in the doorway Taylor was just darting through, cup in hand. 'GET TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!'

So CSI do the most infuriating, and lead us to believe that for over a season, her name's Jennifer. That screws up people like me who have been using it as her name! So now, I've switched to Jessica - and I'm going back and changing it all (bear with me, there's a few chapters!) so if you've started from the beginning and got here, or re-read this, and discovered that I've missed one, please let me know. I have to change it - it'd be like calling Danny... David... or something!