A/N : I was thinking to publish this in a week or so when the story would have progress a bit more, but since I had so many demands from my one shot I've decided to publish it sooner. So here we go, first chapter is short but the whole story is much bigger. I guess if there's a lot of review and satisfied people then I'll update the next one more quickly.

Just so you know, this story could go into so many categories, and having only two to choose, I prefer to tell you that now: It will be a Smacked centered story with lots of angst/drama/romance/hurt & confort. And for those who would wonder, there'll be no main death character.

Thanks to my beta Blackdragoon189 which sticks to me since the first piece I presented to her some weeks ago. Hopefully you'll all like it as well.

Summary : a man finds a body. When he picks up the ID in the coat, it reads "Detective first grade Mac Taylor". Is Mac really dead? What will Stella do when she'll learn the news? Angsty Smacked...

Disclaimer : I don't own anything. CSI NY and its characters belong to CBS and Jerry Bruckeimer.

Darkness...

The blackness of the void circled him, pressuring his life and the last remnants of hope. He knew if he closed his eyes now it would be over for him. In a desperate wrenching breath, he inhaled. The cold stenchy air filled his lungs, freezing his throat and chest along the way. He trembled. The place he was had turned to be so cold, he couldn't feel his fingers anymore, already numb. A thin layer of ice was covering every piece of rocks and metal that he could come in contact with. Even the wall against his back was covered with the same damned ice, sucking the precious heat from his tired body. And it wasn't the small t-shirt underneath his shirt that would keep him from freezing.

He looked up, squinting through the obscurity, hoping to catch a glimpse of light or anything that would mean help was on its way. But sadly, his senses could only catch the dark breed of the silent gloom lingering above him. Trapped twelve thousand feet under the dark waters of life, with no safe line to go back to the surface, his hope was slowly fading, as silence filled his senses. His body was drained of his strength, each move costing more energy and sending jolts of pain through his tired muscles.

He was alone. And he was going to die alone. He sighed, thinking that in the end, he was probably deserving his fate.

You couldn't kill someone and use your free card to get out of it like that. Sometimes it didn't work; life had to teach you a lesson. He let out a small gasp, as the piece of metal lodged in his side slightly moved inside, tearing more flesh and sending a new wave of hot pain through his body. He took a long shallow breath; and now he was going to pay the high price for it. As his fingers pressed on his side, he felt the hot thick liquid seeping through the dressing, warming his cold fingers in a sick kind of way. His head dropped back against the wall, and his eyes closed for a moment, the cold rock cooling his burning head.

The hell anyway, he cursed. It's not like if anyone's gonna miss me. Not that he knew that for certain though.

He raised his head and opened his eyes, even though it was futile to try to see in the dark. Carefully, he folded his arms around his chest trying to push away the cold death awaiting him. He would fight whatever the odds were. His elbows and shoulders cried painfully against the move as the cold had already settled in, making them new enemies to his will to survive. He winced, but tried to remain focused, and not dislodge the bandage of fortune wrapped around his side. Although the wound had reopened, he wasn't sure how much blood he was losing. With the blindfolded obscurity, all he could do was guess and hope. Hope he still had some time. He had been careful not to pull on the damp and cold black shirt stuck on his skin. But, the hot pain still flared through his side, as if somebody was wiggling a heated blade through his flesh. He swallowed hardly holding back the bile coming to his mouth. He wasn't going to last any longer, not with the temperature dropping like that and the hole in his side leaking more blood with each minute.

Slowly, he felt his eyes shutting again, darkness closing in further. His head dropped back to the cold wall where he was leaning on. The odds were against him, he knew that. He was going to die alone, in this goddamn place stinking like a sewer. He gasped again as the pain flared through his chest, his heart beating faster. He clenched his jaw under the hot flare and sipped carefully the cool air through his lips. Beads of cold sweat ran down his temples, rolling the length of his burning neck, sending more chills to his quivering body.

Since the start, this whole situation had been hell. He was screwed. He exhaled with difficulty. Each breath taking away the little warmth remaining in his tired body, mocking him as it vanished into the cold oppressing darkness. He closed his eyes. Even if the blood loss wasn't going to kill him right away, the added freezing temperature would make sure it was over for him. Opening his eyes he squinted again at the obscurity. All his senses were slowly shutting down one by one. His arms were numb and he could barely move his body; his legs having lost all sensations a long time ago. Only the cold sickening feeling of helplessness and loneliness sank in slowly inside his mind.

Yes, it isn't going to be long now, he thought, as he recalled how it all started. Everything had gone from a very bad situation to his worst predicament in only a matter of hours. In a last fight for survival, his thoughts tried to cling onto a good memory, something that would help him to make it through, something dear he would at least be able to take with him in this glacial darkness. But his mind was as empty as the cold blackness surrounding him.

His eyes watered, his brain too tired to register. No one would see if he was giving up in this endless night. No one was coming. All he really knew was that he was going to die alone in a place he couldn't name, he couldn't see. Even the warm shining light of the sun was like a distant memory, a forgotten dream he wasn't sure had ever existed but in his mind. That's how he was going to end, not bathed by a smiling summer sun, but consumed by the freezing scorn of darkness.

That's what you get for killing a cop, he was painfully reminded, as his thoughts drifted back to the moment he woke up in this nightmare...in these darkness.

A/N : Okay, so here it's the time to tell me what you thought of it, and maybe I'll put the next chapter sooner... and this one will be much longer, I promise...