numba 1 CSI lover - glad you liked! And thank you!

Trizzy - I've been wondering where you went - I hope your internet connection is fixed (I feel so lost without mine, and I never get chance to go on it!). I've actually written up to 196, so I don't doubt it'll be too long before I get to 200 - i might just have a party, lol. I try to use as many lyrics in the titles as I can, but Linkin Park are really good for that (plus I do like them, too!)

laplandgurl - fresh baked bread is the nicest treat! I will gladly accept that! Thank you! I have plans to bring back Horatio - heck, I may even send her to Miami, lol. Glad you liked the twist - i was a little unsure, but figured I would run with it.

Madison Bellows - RL will eventually calm down - it's got to , or I'm going to burn out!! I liked thsi episode but I was thinking the whole time, what if Mac had done it (I'm not his biggest fan either).

meadow567 - It's being read, albeit slowly (:c) as I have to wait for my boss to disappear when I'm at work. And I really didin't know much about it - I had to turn to Wikipedia (Yeah, I suck!)

Alana Xavier1 - I would love to, but the one I love can't guarantee the hours. I'm just looking to quit both now! (:D) But thank you!

demolished-soul - It's very true - and this week, thus far, I have an "easier" week, which will be nice! It is the first time, I've used it (although I don't think I'll be using it again!) but it's been fun!

brttmclv - I really wish I could go back to the days when I was updating daily. I miss them, particularly because I enjoy writing so much. But I have more that I want to say, so I'll be writing for a while to come (though, hopefully, people will still be reading it then!)

sparkyCSI - I think this is about where I stopped liking Mac's character so much too, actually. He was always so... honorable (I think that's the word I'm after) and it just disappeared. I quite like the idea of her out of the lab for a while. It'll be good for her!

Still got the same spoilers, and I still have a multitude fo thanks for my wonderful beta!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 191: Right now on earth I can't do jack, without the "man" upon my back

Taylor was back in the reception pacing back and forth impatiently. Mac had taken only a few extra minutes to remind her that she wasn't supposed to be in the lab and had personally escorted her to the "neutral" area.

'I thought you were cooking everyone dinner,' Stella's voice carried across the room.

Taylor turned to face the curly-haired detective and sighed. 'That went out the window when Mac started killing people.'

'I beg your pardon?' Stella questioned, slightly alarmed.

Taylor quickly shook her head. 'No, um, I meant figuratively,' she frowned. 'I…never mind. I guess you weren't coming around either.'

'No, but I have had a call off Marty telling me that should I see you, you were to turn your phone on and listen to the voicemails, although it sounds like they're all going to say get home.'

'Yeah, probably,' Taylor agreed, feeling a little guilty. 'I kinda left him to do all the cooking, and it looks like Don left Cordy with him.'

'Oh, he did,' Stella agreed. 'Marty was saying something about a football game.'

Taylor sighed again. 'I don't know why he's bothered. The Giants are going to win by three points anyway.'

Stella stared at her. 'You got money riding on that game or something?'

'No,' Taylor returned.

'Out of curiosity, why are you out here?'

Taylor shrugged. 'That FBI agent freaked Mac out. I'm not allowed in the lab. I guess it was a long time coming, really.'

'You haven't had a visitor, have you?' Stella asked her.

'Not exactly,' Taylor replied, wondering if it was worth even beginning to try explaining the situation. 'I take it you got called in for Dobson,' she asked, evading an answer.

'You know it's Dobson?'

Taylor nodded. 'Mac left saying he was on his way there a while ago.'

Stella exhaled softly. 'I guess I had better see if Adam's managed to get any results sorted.' Stella started to leave and stopped. 'Oh, if Flack says anything – he's a big and burly police officer.'

'Is that supposed to mean something to me?' Taylor questioned her.

Stella shrugged. 'Only if Flack brings it up.'

'Oh,' Taylor frowned. And then her mouth dropped open. 'Oh, I meant to say – congratulations.'

Stella looked at her suspiciously. 'What do you mean by that?'

Taylor froze. 'Oh, we haven't had this conversation yet,' she muttered. 'I uh… the um party… you weren't drinking. I just, uh, took a wild guess?' she finished lamely.

Stella walked over to her, still frowning. 'Look, I don't know how you found out – and I was going to tell you this evening – but I haven't told anyone else yet, and I'd rather you didn't mention anything.'

Taylor nodded hurriedly. 'Your secret is safe with me,' she promised.

Stella nodded giving her a smile. 'I know. I should go find Adam.'

Taylor nodded and watched her leave as she sank into one of the uncomfortable seats and turned her cell phone on. Stella was right. There were eight voicemails and fourteen texts messages ranging from are you okay? to Taylor, the game kicked off and I still have cranberry sauce to make and a seven year old to occupy. Get your scrawny ass back here or I am going to give you food poisoning!

Taylor finished listening to the messages and winced. Admitting defeat, she dialed home. It was picked up on the second ring.

'Flack, Turner and temporarily the Pino residence,' a female voice answered.

Taylor pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen.

'Hello?' the voice called.

Taylor hurriedly put the phone back to her ear. 'Who's this?'

'Who is this?'

'The Turner of the Flack, Turner and temporary Pino residence.'

'Taylor? Hi. How are you doing?'

'Fine. Just really, really confused,' Taylor told the voice.

'Oh, sorry. It's Dallas.'

Taylor's nose wrinkled up in confusion. 'I didn't call a city- Oh! Dallas! Hi.' Taylor frowned. 'What are you doing there?'

Dallas laughed. 'Marty needed a hand. Said he'd been abandoned and the game was about to start. I'm just finishing up dinner. When will y'all be back for that, by the way?'

Taylor's mouth dropped open. 'Are you Marty's mystery girlfriend?'

'I didn't realize I was a mystery, but yes.'

'Okay,' Taylor shrugged. 'Will you tell Marty I'll be home as soon as I can?'

'No problem, Taylor.'

Taylor hung up just as Stella came back into the reception carrying a folder. 'Has Mac come back up yet?' she asked as the elevator doors pinged open. Taylor looked up and pointed, answering the question. 'Hey, Mac, I got something,' Stella told him holding up the folder.

Mac nodded, his expression grim as he nodded, indicating he should follow him. Taylor paused long enough to reason that if he didn't want her to follow she'd get thrown out soon enough and followed them into the office.

'The DNA on the blood smudges that Sid found on Emma's arm came back. It's not hers, but we already found a match to someone in the Missing Persons Database,' Stella pulled out a photograph and handed it over. 'A young girl; her name's Katie Lawrence, 24 years old. She went missing after a night of drinking at a Soho bar.'

Mac looked at her sharply. 'We have a second victim out there? How long has she been missing?'

'About a month,' Stella told him.

Mac looked at the picture with a frown. 'If her blood was on Emma Pierce's body, the only time it could have been transferred was last night.'

'How do you know that?' Taylor asked, then froze as Mac stared at her.

'Blood only transfers when it's wet.' He looked at Stella. 'This Lawrence girl could still be alive.' He frowned as he looked at the photograph. 'Looks a lot like Emma. Same age, brunette, petite. Both disappeared in the same area. Take a look,' he told them as he held up a photograph of each of the women next to each other.'

'Yeah. They're very similar,' Stella agreed.

'Most serial killers have a type,' said Mac.

'Right.'

'So who's this one?' Taylor asked as Mac held up a third photograph he had located on his desk.

'Lauren Henning.'

'The girl Clay Dobson went away for five years ago?' Stella asked.

Mac nodded. 'Held her captive for three weeks, cut off her eyelids before he killed her.'

Taylor could feel her stomach churning. 'I so did not want to hear that,' she muttered.

Stella flashed her look before turning her attention back to Mac. 'All right, so you definitely think Dobson's our guy?'

Mac nodded grimly. 'He's been out of prison three months, we already have two victims-- one missing, one dead. Between that and the eyelids, this can't be a coincidence.'

Taylor shut her eyes. 'Look, I'm going to regret asking this, but why is he cutting their eyelids off?'

'It's a sign of dominance – he wants his victims to look at him,' Mac explained.

'Yeah, I didn't want to know that,' Taylor muttered.

'I'm going to see if Katie Lawrence's mother is about so I can talk to her,' Stella announced as she breezed out of the door.

Taylor bit her lip and stared at Mac. He looked up at her. 'Is there something you wanted to say?'

Taylor took a deep breath. 'Yeah, but you can't get upset about me asking it.'

Mac eyed her suspiciously. 'I am not about to let you go wandering back around the lab.'

Taylor hurriedly shook her head. 'It's annoying, but that's not it.' She took another breath. 'Mac, you wouldn't do anything stupid, would you?'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Look, I know how you feel about the ghosts, and that's fine, I get that. But I think I've already lived this day, and it didn't turn out so well the first time around,' she tried to explain.

'You've got déjà vu?' Mac asked her.

Taylor shook her head. 'Kinda wish it was, but I'm pretty certain it isn't. Mac, today, you're going to kill Clay Dobson,' she blurted out.

Mac blinked. 'I beg your pardon?'

'Tact,' Taylor muttered. 'I need to learn tact.'

'Taylor, that's a pretty strong accusation you've got going there,' Mac told her, rising to his feet. 'And whilst I have no idea where it came from, I can assure you that the only way Clay Dobson is going to get killed by me is in self defense.'

Taylor looked at him imploringly. 'I know it sounds crazy, Mac, but please don't do anything stupid.'

'Taylor, I think it's about time you got out of my lab,' Mac told her in a cold anger.

Taylor took one look at the expression on his face and nodded. 'I'm going,' she told him. 'But please think about-'

'OUT!' Mac roared.

Taylor turned and continued out of the door. 'You know, you don't have to escort me,' she told him as he walked her down the corridor.

'You'd think that, wouldn't you?' he told her dryly.

Taylor sighed and was about to make another attempt to warn him when Gerrard appeared with a face like thunder.

'Why did you talk to Dobson?' Gerrard demanded, without bothering to move from the corridor. 'You know he's got a ten-million-dollar lawsuit against us for wrongful conviction?'

'Doesn't make him innocent,' Mac fired back.

Gerrard glared at him. 'I just got a call from his lawyer. After your little visit today, they're adding charges of police harassment.'

'Original,' Taylor muttered, earning herself a silencing glare from both officers.

'Look, I'm not gonna back away from this case because of Dobson's legal antics,' Mac told Gerrard.

'You didn't have to go barging into his workplace,' Gerrard snapped.

Mac shrugged. 'I wanted to rattle his cage. There may be another girl out there.'

'Ever think you just signed her death warrant by tipping him off?' Gerrard asked him.

Taylor watched the two of them, wondering if she should try to make an escape, or wait for Mac to finish with Gerrard. Opting for the latter, she bit her lip and stood back.

'Look, Dobson's smart,' Mac continued. 'He's knows we're onto him. He won't go near her. Besides, I put a tail on him just in case.'

'Take it off,' Gerrard told him

'You're telling me to drop surveillance?' Mac asked him incredulously.

'We don't need the legal complications.'

'When did you put down your badge and start running for office?' Taylor asked him.

That actually earned a small smile of Mac.

'How can you be so damn sure it's Dobson?' Gerrard asked Mac. 'You've got no evidence.'

'Emma pierce had her eyelids cut off,' Mac explained, clearly beginning to get frustrated. 'That's a highly distinctive signature, one that Dobson used on a victim five years ago.'

Gerrard looked at him angrily. 'So you created this mess on the basis of an M.O.?'

'It's a signature. One that expresses the killer's personality, something he has to do.'

Gerrard threw his hands into the air in exasperation. 'Enough with this Quantico mumbo jumbo. You're letting your own guilt over Dobson's release rule this case.'

'That's bull and you know it!' Mac snapped back at him, clearly as frustrated. 'We've already questioned one possible suspect. Anyone else looks good; we'll question them, too.'

'You sure?' Gerrard questioned. 'What about the results on the semen you found on the mover's blanket. DNA matched a man in the national database-- Martin Boggs. Why aren't you going after him?'

Mac paused for a moment. 'We're looking at him.'

Gerrard stepped back. 'You know, when the press gets wind of this, they'll make it look like we're gunning for Dobson just to make his lawsuit go away. Don't mess this up, Mac,' he finished before storming back the way he came.

Mac turned to Taylor. 'I want you to leave, now.' Instead of waiting for a response, he headed off back into the lab.

24th of September, people - that's when the new season of CSI:NY airs in the states! That's 37 days! (And yes, i'm counting!)