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Aphina - lol, that was one of my favourite parts to write! I'm going to stop being mean and get them out of it now!

RK9 - I know! I don't know what's coming over me! I'm keeping my promise! I think I need those cuddles too!

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Madison Bellows - I think you should - though how you find the time! I know, she's made up, but I just wanna hug that kid!

demolished-soul - It's true. I wouldn't mind if they declared him dead, but it would be nice to know what happened to the guy who was beat into a coma for protecting his brother! Actually, I would rather him alive - I just want an answer to his whereabouts!

sparkyCSI - There weren't too many changes - the muses declared this done with and are way ahead in the chapters - where am I up to in sending to you? I'm very glad to hear about your Dad - is he back home?

Thoren - I'm surprising myself with all this updating! It makes a change! I'm glad I can keep you occupied whilst being grounded

I do have a brilliant beta, but the mistakes in this chapter are mine because I went back and changed things at the end - Sorry Kris!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 170: I'll be seeing you again, Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in Hell

Taylor lay on her back, staring at the water stained ceiling of her cell. She had barely moved from the spot for hours. She let out a deep sigh as the two hookers in the next cell started up on their bickering again.

'Hey Taylor,' Bosco's voice carried softly over. 'You want a coffee?'

Taylor turned her head and stared at the officer. 'No thanks,' she muttered, before returning her attention to the ceiling.

'What about us?' one of the women in the cell next to her asked him.

Taylor sighed. Maybe, just maybe, Louis had been right.

Danny sat on the other side of the table, watching Sgt. Flack pace up and down opposite.

'I can't say I'm surprised to see you on that side of the table,' Sgt. Flack told him.

Danny glared at him but held his tongue.

'I warned Taylor that he shouldn't hire you. I knew what trouble you'd be.'

Danny's chair went sailing out behind him. 'That was you?' he demanded as he slammed his hands on the table.

'Sit down, Messer.'

Danny, looking like he wanted to tell Sgt. Flack what he'd rather do with his chair, instead complied, sitting back down, folding his arms as he resumed the task of glaring at the senior officer.

'So you were at the crime scene?' Sgt. Flack asked him, more rhetorically than anything else. At Danny's lack of response, he continued. 'Were you looking for more drugs?'

Danny looked up, arching an eyebrow. 'Seriously?'

Sgt. Flack shrugged. 'You went to a lot of trouble to get into that apartment.'

Danny rolled his eyes at him. 'Only because I'm trying to do your job. If you decided to even half attempt to, I wouldn't even have to.'

'You want to be careful with those accusations,' Sgt. Flack told him in a low voice.

'Maybe you should be careful with yours,' Danny growled at him. 'Has it even occurred to you that the person you're looking for is a real criminal?'

'Is that a confession? Or are you saying that maybe your brother is involved in this?'

'You know what, when I first started here, I had a lot of respect for you, even though you didn't like me. You were ruthless, and I think you still hold the highest arrest record. Now I'm beginning to wonder how many innocent people are behind bars because you've painted the evidence to fit.'

'Why-'

'And you know what, if you want to throw accusations at me, you can damn well do it with my union rep present, because I don't think he'd be too impressed with the crap spilling from your mouth.'

Sgt. Flack rose to his feet. 'You had a chance there,' he told him softly. 'Mark my words, Messer: I know what kind of person you are, and I will make it my mission to see that everyone else does too.'

Taylor walked through the door the officer was holding open for her and took a seat in the all-too-familiar chair, waiting for Flack's father to appear. To say she was surprised when Mac arrived was verging on an understatement. 'Mac?'

'Your lawyer will be along shortly. We'll wait until then,' Mac told her.

Taylor frowned, nodding, unsure as to whether or not it was a good thing that Mac was questioning her. True to his word, her lawyer appeared minutes later and took a seat opposite Mac, pulling out a yellow notepad and pen.

'Taylor, I need to ask you a few questions,' Mac told her.

Taylor nodded.

'Have you had any building work done in your apartment recently?'

Taylor frowned, curious about the question, but shook her head. 'It's probably due for redecorating, but nothing major. Anything more than a lick of paint would have to be cleared with the landlord.'

Mac nodded. 'You haven't patched any holes up?'

Taylor sighed. 'No. And even if I had, I would have noticed if there were any drugs in a hole.'

'Taylor, we've run some tests and it looks like the wall was repaired between one and two weeks ago.'

Taylor leant forward, settling her head in her hand. 'Mac, I've had that much happening in the last three weeks, I doubt I would have noticed if there were people in my apartment. I've hardly been in it myself. Hell, I've probably been in this building more that my own.'

'And what about the contact with Sassone?'

Taylor met his eyes. 'I saw him in prison, yes. But as for the money, I really don't know anything about it.'

'And why did you go see him?'

Taylor sat back and began tugging at a stray fiber in the cast on her arm. 'Nothing more than curiosity. He sent me a letter and a visiting order. I was curious.'

For the first time, Mac's eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion. 'Taylor, you know what curiosity did to the cat.'

'I'm beginning to,' Taylor responded dryly.

'Do you know why someone would want to set you up?'

Taylor shook her head. 'I write about crimes in general. Not specific ones. It's not like I'm about to reveal something big.'

'And what about all the research on the Brooklyn Bullets and Tanglewood.'

Taylor's eyes flicked up to meet him. 'They put Stella in hospital. I was trying to find something. I ended up finding out how closely related to Tanglewood they were. But it's nothing that you couldn't find in your own files, or even straight from the papers.'

Mac looked at her thoughtfully. 'Is it possible that you found something without realizing it?'

Taylor shrugged. 'Of course. But Sassone contacted me before that.'

'Miss Turner,' the lawyer muttered in a low tone.

Taylor turned to him. 'What? I can't possibly say anything that's going to get me in worse trouble.'

The lawyer tutted under her breath but returned to her work.

'Mac, I have no idea how those drugs got there, anymore than I have a clue who put them there. I know that Don had nothing to do with them, and I know Marty won't have. I just don't understand why there is cocaine in my walls. It's got to have been worth a lot.' She sighed, closing her eyes. 'If there was a test to prove it, I would take it in a heartbeat.

Mac exhaled and stared at the journalist before him. Slowly, his eyes fell to the cast. 'How long has that been on?'

Taylor shrugged. 'A fortnight, maybe?'

Mac stared at it a moment longer. 'Taylor, I want to submit that as evidence.'

'And how is that relevant?' the lawyer asked.

Taylor, instead, nodded. 'Sure.'

'If you've had any contact with drugs, then it will show up in the cast.'

'I thought the drugs went missing a while back?' Taylor asked, staring down at the cast.

Mac nodded. 'True, but there would also be trace of plaster… in the plaster.'

'You won't find anything,' Taylor told him.

Mac nodded. 'I hope not.'

'She didin't do it,' Mac told Sgt. Flack, flinging a folder onto the desk in front of him. 'Tests confirm that Taylor's cast is clear of any trace of drugs, plaser or even wallpaper paste.'

Sgt. Flack stared down at the papers in front of him then looked up at Mac who was staring intently at him. 'Just because there was nothing in the cast, doesn't mean she didn't stick her arm in a bin liner.'

Mac actually had to refrain from rolling his eyes. 'That may be, but you have no proof that Taylor put the drugs there, nevermind had the intention of selling it. Which means she cannot be held any longer, and therefore can be set free.

'Fine,' Sgt. Flack muttered. 'But I am keeping a close eye on her and your team, Taylor.'

Mac stared him down. 'You can keep an eye on my team all you want, Flack. The only thing you should worry about is how you're going to get stuck back in retirement with every cop that you let get away with murder and any other crime. Like Truby.'

'Don't you dare imply that I can't do my job!' Sgt. Flack snapped angrily at him.

'And don't you dare to imply that my team can't do theirs,' Mac snapped back.

Taylor barely made the effort to look at the cell doors as they opened. Her arm was itching like mad - there had been a brief reprieve whilst the old one had been taken off and submitted as evidence, but soon after the new on had been put on, she was dying to get her hands on something long and pointy (which obviously wasn't going to happen any time soon).

'Tay, you can go.'

This time, Taylor's head flicked around as she stared in disbelief at Bosco. 'What?' she demanded as swung herself into an upright position so quickly she practically gave herself a head rush.

'You're free to go.'

Taylor leapt to her feet. 'Seriously?'

Bosco nodded.

Taylor stared at him in disbelief and then dashed out into the precinct. Waiting for her, in the foyer, was Flack Senior. She slowed and stopped in front of him. 'I didn't think you'd be here,' she told him.

Sgt. Flack glared at her. 'Trust me, it's not out of sympathy, Miss Turner. Taylor may have proved your innocence, this time, but I'm watching you.'

Taylor sighed wearily and stared up at him. 'Look, for one reason or another, you don't approve of me. But I'm not going anywhere. I love your son.'

'And you have an interesting way of showing it.'

Taylor's eyes narrowed. 'I think I can say the same applies to you,' she told him, almost in a low growl.

Sgt. Flack glared back. 'You want to be careful, Miss Turner.'

Taylor softly shook her head. There was no point in snapping back at him, and anything else was sure to fall on deaf ears. 'I guess I'll be seeing you,' she muttered quietly before turning and heading outside into the rain.

'What am I going to do with you?' Flack asked her gently as an umbrella covered her head.

'Hey,' Taylor greeted him softly. 'I was hoping you'd be here.'

Flack looked down at her. 'You can't get a rid of me that easily.'

'Can we go home?'

Flack sighed. 'Not really.'

Taylor looked up at him, thinking about the picture of her apartment. 'How's Cordelia?'

'She's with Stella. I think they were watching High School Musical.'

'Don, I…'

'Tay, it's alright. Not tonight.'

Taylor gave him a small smile. 'I think we should probably go get Cordy.'

'Stella said she'd be quite happy to take Cordelia off us tonight.'

'I'm sure she would,' Taylor agreed as they started to walk down the street. 'But I don't want Cordy to think I've abandoned her too.' Flack stared down at her saying nothing. Taylor glanced up and caught his look. 'What?' she asked.

Flack smiled. 'That's incredibly…'

Taylor glanced down at the puddles that littered the sidewalk. 'I'm probably not the best role model, but she should be with us tonight.'

I think I now owe y'all a VERY fluffy chapter, right?! Anyhoos, it's almost 3am and I should go to bed! Hopefully, there will be another update tomorrow (Friday if not!)