Well, hello again! This is my first CSI:NY post. Basically, it's a story that can be fit in anywhere after Taxi, which there are spoilers for in here. This is going to be a full investigation, so unfortunatly, I may be wrong in some parts as I am not a CSI...I'll try my best not to completely B.S. my way through this...but most of the technical stuff will be in later chapters. So anyway, um...read, review, enjoy.

She heard the sirens. They were everywhere, surrounding her whole world and all her senses. But one sound, the sound she desperately needed to hear in the chaos, was missing.

48 HOURS EARLIER

Pushing through the familiar glass doors, Detective Stella Bonasera stopped in front of the silver desk. She stared intently at the black haired man who was currently on the phone and waited to be acknowledged. Though she was sure he noticed her come in; it was pretty hard to sneak up on a former Marine. After a few moments, the conversation was ended with a quick word, and the man turned to her. Deep, dark eyes met her own and he asked her to begin without saying a thing.

"Mac, we've got a body," she began. "Found it at an old warehouse downtown. No one noticed until today." She watched as he stood quickly, grabbing his suit jacket and putting it on. Stepping back, she followed him to the door and walked past when he waved her through before him. She knew not to wait and he soon caught up to her.

"Flack and Angell are making their way to the warehouse now," she continued as he silently moved beside her. She'd been around Detective Mac Taylor long enough to know that she shouldn't expect many words from him. He used action to get his point across and didn't say forty things when one would do. It was one of the traits she admired most about him.

"Do we have an ID?" he asked, making his way down the stairs and out the doors of the building. His truck was over in the side lot, and Stella followed him around the corner.

"Not yet," she started, walking up to the passenger side door. Unlike most people who liked to take a police vehicle to the scene, Mac preferred his own transportation. The truck wasn't brand new or too flashy, but Stella thought it mirrored his personality perfectly; tough, dark, commands respect, and sexy as hell. Knock it off, Stella. "No purse or identification on the body, but we'll learn more when we get there."

Mac nodded and pulled away from the lot. The drive over to the scene was made longer by the ever constant New York traffic. As they were stopped at a red light, Mac couldn't help but look over at a couple getting into a taxi. He was glad to see that they stepped inside without fear as they would have done months ago, when the cabbie killer was still on the loose. Mac's insides boiled when he thought of the son of a bitch who was responsible running away, and of himself chasing and not being able to catch him. As if she knew what he was thinking, Stella also looked in the direction of the cab.

"Good to see that again, huh?"

Mac turned to his partner and realized what she was talking about. She always could read him better than most, which would annoy him if it were anyone other than Stella. Nodding, he focused his attention to the light that turned green. "It's always good when a killer is put away."

"How's Reed doing?" Stella asked tentatively. Mac hadn't said much about the younger man since he had been injured by the cabbie killer. She knew that he blamed himself for not getting to the guy and for giving Reed an in on the case, but there was no way of explaining to him that it wasn't his fault, what happened to Reed. Reed was like a son to Mac, and seeing him get hurt had struck Mac hard. But all the hurt and all the pain was locked back inside, not showing it's face to the world. Stella had always been the one who could pry those feelings out, but even she could only get so far.

"He's okay," Mac said, taking a left into the abandoned block where the warehouse stood. "He's having a hard time talking still, but he's doing better." For a second, Stella could see a glimpse of hurt flash in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came.

"He'll be fine, Mac," Stella said softly, laying a hand on his arm. The moment was brief, but long enough for her to show that she cared, and Mac felt something spark between them. But in that moment they had arrived at the warehouse, and Stella withdrew her hand.

Okay, heres a little something...In the shows I've seen, Mac drives a Chevy Avalanche or Silverado...well, I'm a huge Ford fan, so it would be against my religion to add that! I chose instead to make his truck a black 2005 Ford F150 with a chrome grill and door handles...it just screams Mac Taylor. Not that this is important to the plot, but hey, I've got to represent! And besides it might come up again...If you don't like it, imagine it's something else, as I've done. Anyway, next chapter's coming.

~moviefanatic17