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Title: Othello
Author: mybestexcuse
Play/scene/sonnet: Othello
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Mac/Lindsay, Flack/Stella, implied Flack/Lindsay, Danny/OFC, implied Adam/Lindsay
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,239
Summary or A/N: Beta'd by the lovely V. Fisher.
Warnings: Character death (duh).



Dramatis Personae


Mac Taylor, a noble man, in the service of New York (Othello)
Danny Messer, a man in service of NYPD, ranked directly under Mac (Iago)
Lindsay Munroe, a young woman in the service of NYPD (Desdemona)
Don Flack, a detective in charge of investigation, Mac's right hand man (Cassio)
Adam Ross, a young man in service of NYPD (Roderigo)
Emilia Lairp, an officer in service of the New Jersey Police Force (Emilia)
Agent Duke, FBI taskforce (Duke of Venice)
Chief Inspector Stanton Gerrard, high ranking official of the NYPD (Brabanzio)
Detective Montano, an officer in service of the New Jersey Police Force (Montano)
Stella, a noble woman in service of NYPD (Bianca)
Various officers and agents



---





“You’re telling me you knew about this?” Adam said, standing outside NYPD headquarters, his hands around a cup of coffee. He had the look of someone who hadn’t slept well in a few days, his hair unkempt and his face scruffy. His eyes were red and he held his coffee like a lifeline.

“No, Adam. C’mon, I never would have figured them for this.” Danny watched Adam, concern on his face.

“You’re lying to me, Danny. You’ve been keeping secrets for him.” Adam said, his voice wavering slightly.

“No, man, I swear-“

“You told me you hated him.” Adam cut Danny off, his voice harsh and he began to walk away from Danny. Danny rolled his eyes and walked after him, catching up and putting an arm around Adam.

“I do, Adam. And if I’m lying, you can hate me. Of course I hate him. I mean, instead of picking me as his right hand man for the taskforce, he picks Flack? C’mon, there were three of the big guys pulling for me, and he works his way around them and chooses Flack.” Danny frowned, and he stopped walking, throwing up his hands. “Flack’s barely seen the inside of a science lab, he’s all brute force. It’s bullshit. I’m the one who’s solved the cases, who’s put in the footwork.”

“But-“ Adam began.

“I gotta follow him to bring him down.” Danny cut him off, dropping his voice. “Look, here’s what you can do. Call Gerard. He’s got it out for Mac, right?”

“Yeah, but Danny, I don’t think-“

“Just call him and tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“Tell him that Mac’s been fucking Lindsay.”


--

“Are you sure, Ross?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“What’s in this for you?”

“Let me be there when you take him down.”

“Done.”


-

Danny stood outside Mac’s office, straightening his collar. When he saw Adam hang up the phone, watching for anyone listening in, Danny smiled a little to himself before wiping the expression from his face. He knocked on Mac’s office door, and stepped in when Mac looked up and nodded.

“Mac, I got those reports you asked for.”

“Thanks, Danny.”

“Mac, we gotta talk.” Danny shut the door behind him and walked towards Mac’s desk, his eyes flitting nervously from side to side. Mac noted the urgency in Danny’s tone and set down the papers he was going through, giving Danny his full attention.

“What is it?”

“Someone ratted you out to Gerard.” Danny said, waiting carefully for Mac’s reaction. It was next to nothing, a slight twitch of the hand.

“He knows?” Mac asked, his voice calm. Danny nodded, and put both hands on Mac’s desk, leaning in, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Mac, just please, tell me you mean something by this. Because if you’re just fucking around, pardon my language, Gerard is gonna tear you a new one.”

Mac raised an eyebrow, and took a moment to reply.

“If Gerard wants to take this to the IAB, he can. They owe me right now, and he can complain all he wants. Besides,” Mac said, going back to his paper. “I do care for her, Danny.” Mac said, looking up briefly and catching Danny’s eyes.

Danny nodded and stood up, ready to leave when Mac’s phone rang. Mac answered and held up a hand, halting Danny’s exit.

“Taylor.” Mac listened intently. “Flack, I wasn’t expecting-“ Mac paused, frowning. “Of course. Tell him I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and spoke his next words to Danny, while he gathered his things together. “That was Flack. Duke and the IAB need us at NYPD. Something about the New Jersey taskforce.” He walked past Danny, and turned, smiling slightly. “Now.”

--

“You can’t be serious. That means we’re looking at over a dozen bodies, spread out over New York City and Northern Jersey.” Duke, senior and well-respected FBI Special Agent, threw down a folder, anger and frustration spread across his face. He’d been on this case for less than a week, it had only just become important enough for his attention then. And he was starting to see why it had been passed up so quickly. He’d called everyone from the task force in. It was time for action.

“This letter says we’ve got less than two.” An officer said, while another held up a third folder.

“And this one says we’ve got around thirty.” Duke dropped his head to his hands. Another officer came in, his face red from running.

“Sir, we have a report of two more bodies found in New Jersey. They’re requesting more help.” The officer bent over, his hands on his knees, breathing hard. Duke rolled his eyes, dropping into a chair, and yelling at the nearest officer.

“Where’s Taylor? We’re sending his team down. If we’re gonna catch this guy, we have to have the best.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Agent Duke, but I’m not sure we’re the best.” Mac said, entering the room.

“That’s not my opinion, Taylor. You and your team are heading to Newark, New Jersey. As soon as you can get your gear together, and get on a plane.” He looked around Mac and noticed Gerard, his fists clenched, annoyed at the obvious friendship and regard between Mac and the federal agent.

“Gerard, I didn’t notice you there.” He looked around. “I could have used your expertise here a few hours ago.”

“Duke, you can’t send Taylor anywhere. He’s been implicated in a personal relationship with one of his team members.”

Duke looked at Mac, who made no response. Duke nodded at Gerard, his tone curious.

“Continue, Gerard.”

“I have a witness who states Taylor’s been seen in a personally intimate situation with Lindsay Munroe, his newest transfer, from Bozeman, Montana. She’s personally recruited by Taylor, Duke, and she’s a more than a few years younger than him. In my professional opinion, I think it’s safe to assume she’s been getting professional benefits from her personal relationship. My witness implied that the relationship is common knowledge,” Gerard said, looking at Danny, who kept his face carefully expressionless. “But that no one has been able to call them out, for fear of Taylor taking revenge in some sort of personal vendetta against their careers.” Gerard sneered at Mac, looking disgusted and vindicated.

Duke looked over in Mac’s direction, and nodded, waiting to hear Mac’s side of the story.

“He’s not lying, but he’s not telling the truth either. We’re together, it’s true. And if she were getting special advantages, or if I thought this was going to become an issue within my lab, and my team, then I’d have ended it, or taken steps to change the situation.” Mac paused. “But my feelings are my personal business, and if they happen to include a member of my team, there isn’t much I can do. You have my word, Agent Duke, that I’ll treat the situation with the utmost tact and professionalism.” He paused again, as if carefully considering his next words. “I care for her, and if this means the end of my career, then by all means, I’ll step down. Be assured, if that’s the fact, you’ll discover what my personal vendettas are actually like.”

“He’s obviously lying,” Gerard snorted in disbelief. “He’s probably pressured her into a relationship, threatening her with her dismissal if she didn’t comply.”

“How about we ask her,” Mac said, “And see what she has to say about it.” Duke leaned down and picked up a phone, speaking into it quickly. A tense silence followed, until there was a knock at the door and Lindsay stepped in.
“Ms. Munroe,” Duke said, but Lindsay cut him off.
“Detective Munroe.” She said, leveling her gaze at Gerard, defiantly.
Duke almost smiled, and then came around the table before stepping between her and Mac.
“Can you please explain the nature of your relationship with Detective Taylor.” Lindsay raised an eyebrow and then looked away from Gerard, to Duke, sensing immediately by whose will this had been called into question.

“Agent Duke, my relationship with Mac Taylor is no one’s business but our own.” Lindsay didn’t look at Mac, but Duke did, and caught a flash of triumph in Mac’s eyes.

“Detective Munroe, at the moment, that’s not an adequate answer. Unfortunately, we’re under extreme circumstances here, and we don’t have time for a formal inquiry.” Duke sighed. “Is your relationship with Mac Taylor more than simply professional?”

Lindsay hesitated, and then spoke clearly.

“Yes.”

“Was this relationship entered into by your own free will?”

Lindsay raised an eyebrow and then nodded, confused by the accusation. She held up a hand, cutting off Duke’s next question.

“Our relationship doesn’t affect our work, or our professional relationship, and it doesn’t need to be discussed here. Since you’re forcing it on me, I’ll explain this as simply and tactfully as I can. Mac and I are together, and we’re going to be together for a long time. It was my decision; no one forced me into it. And it will not, I repeat, will not affect our work.” She looked around at Duke and Gerard. “Is that alright with you, gentleman?” She said, the last word nearly sarcastic.

Duke glanced at Gerard and then at Mac, before rubbing his temples and then sighing.

“Thank you, Detective Munroe.” Duke looked at Gerard. “Gerard, we’re done here. She’s not a little girl; she’s obviously made her own decision. As long as it’s not affecting their work, it’s not our problem. At least not with a serial going on under our noses.”

Gerard gaped at Duke for a moment, and then threw up his arms, stomping out of the room. Duke watched them leave and sighed again, turning to Mac.

“Look, Taylor. Gerard’s not my favorite person, but don’t piss him off more than you normally do, ok? For all our sakes.” He shook his head. “Get your team together, and get there.”

Mac nodded and then turned, leaving the room, Lindsay following after him. When they were out of earshot, Lindsay put a hand on Mac’s arm, turning him. She smiled at him, and then rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to talk, but Mac shook his head.

“We’ve got to get ready to go.” He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she grinned, sliding her arm through his.

--

“Danny, you told me that’d help.” Adam said into the phone, dropping his head into his left hand.

“Adam, I know. You gotta trust me.” Danny walked down the road and stopped, looking in the window at Hugo Boss. That leather jacket would look a helluva lot better on him. “Look, Adam. I have another idea, but it’s going to require a little more sacrifice on your part.”

“Anything, Danny. You know I’d do anything.”

“I’m gonna need you to foot the bill for this.” And everything else.

--

“Detective Montano,” Flack said, holding out his hand. “I’m Detective Flack, NYPD.” He shook hands with the head of homicide of Hoboken’s police force and then smiled. “We’re here to help, however we can.” Montano smiled back, though the smile faded quickly.

“Thank you, Detective Flack. As you can probably imagine, it’s been a little chaotic here. We really appreciate you coming out. The rest of the team…” Montano looked over Flack’s shoulder.

“They’re on their way. Detective Taylor, as well as his team of CSI’s are on their way. I’m your official liaison from the CSU and NYPD to you. Anything you need, just ask.”

A car pulled up behind the one Flack had arrived in, and Adam, Lindsay and Danny climbed out. Montano shook each of their hands, and introductions were made, before Lindsay pulled Flack aside.

“Is Mac here yet? He left before us, but I don’t see him.”

“Lindsay, he’s fine. He called me a few minutes ago. He’s running late, but he’ll be here.” Flack wrapped his arm around her and smiled warmly. “You worry too much, Lindsay. He just got caught in traffic.”

Danny watched them, a small smile on his face. You’re digging your on grave, Don Flack, and you don’t even know it.

“You look like you know something.” A voice said, from next to Danny. He glanced over, and the smile widened.

“Do I? I’ll tell you something I don’t know.” He said, and the girl standing next to him raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know you.”

“Officer Emilia Lairp,” The girl said, sticking out a hand. “Call me Em.” Danny took her hand.

“Danny Messer, New York CSI. Pleasure to meet you, Em.” He watched as Mac, newly arrived, climbed out of a car and walked over to Lindsay, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek. Danny grimaced, and Em looked from the couple to Danny.

“She’s a goddess on Earth, and there’s no better woman,” Danny said quietly to Em, looking at Lindsay. “But he,” Danny gestured at Mac, “He’s tricked her into a false sense of security.” He shook his head, and then turned to Em. “Em, I know I don’t know you all that well, but can I ask you a favor?”

“Well, you can ask. I’ll try my best to help you out, Danny.” Em grinned at him, a little in love already.

“You’re a sweetheart. Look, I want you to try to watch out for Lindsay.” He glanced over at her. “I just don’t think she knows what he’s really like.”

“And you do,” Em said, convinced already.

“Course. Who’re you gonna trust, Em. Me, or him?”

--

Danny called Adam from his hotel room, and within seconds Adam was perched on the edge of Danny’s bed, watching Danny pace the room.

“Ok, Adam, here’s the plan.” Danny stopped pacing, and looked at Adam. He paused, as if hesitant to speak. “I hate to tell you this, but Lindsay’s moved on from Mac. She’s in love with Flack.”

Adam looked at him, incredulous. “No way, Danny. No way. That doesn’t make any sense.” Adam shook his head, and Danny sighed.

“Think about it. She fell for Mac when he was on the rise, but he’s done now. He’s gotten as high as he can go. But Flack,” Danny paused, dropping his voice a little. “Flack’s on his way up. This promotion to liaison for the taskforce is huge for him. It’s exactly the thing a gold-digger like Lindsay is going to go after.”

“She’s not a gold-digger.” Adam cut in, glaring.

“Wake up, Adam. That’s all she’s after. That’s all any of them are after. Didn’t you see them all over each other at Hoboken station today?”

“Yeah, but-“

“Here’s the plan. Flack’s going out tonight, with some of the Hoboken cops. Mac’s giving a little shindig to promote inter-station goodwill, or some shit.” Danny grimaced and then walked by Adam to the bed, lying on it and spreading out, hands behind his head. “Flack’s a calm enough guy, but insult his ‘honor’ when he’s a little bit drunk and he’s got a temper my mother would be proud of.” Danny smiled. “I can’t be part of this, he’d know I was messing around, I’m too close. I need you to insult him, start something.” Danny sat up. “He barely knows you, Adam. It’s perfect.”

“Danny, this better work.” Adam hopped off the bed and left the room. Danny lay back on the bed and smiled again.

“I hope Mac’s the jealous type.”

--

Flack and Danny sat at the bar, keeping an eye on things, as per Mac’s instruction. No one was to drink too much, or misbehave too badly. They were, after all, here on business. But after the stress of the past few weeks, a night of relaxation was deserved. Flack and Danny each had a few beers, but after the third, Danny switched to water, all the while making sure Flack’s mug was full of whatever alcoholic beverage he wished.

By two hours in, Flack’s eyes were glazed, making the crystal blues more vibrant then ever, a flush staining his cheeks.

“Montano, c’mere,” Flack called, as the officer opened the door to the bar. “Have a drink with us.” Montano headed over, grinning, but declined the drink.

“I’m on the job, Detective,” he said, but he took a sip of the mug Flack pushed toward him. As Flack left the table to speak to one of the other Hoboken officers, Danny leaned over, speaking quietly to Montano.

“He’s too drunk to go on shift tonight.” Danny said, and Montano nodded.

“Does he do this often?” Montano asked and Danny shrugged.

“Not often, but any is too much. And Mac doesn’t seem to notice. I think he’s a bit blinded by Flack’s good side to see any bad.” Montano frowned, and Danny watched as Adam entered the bar. He gave Danny a thumbs up, and Danny motioned toward Flack. “I wish I could help him.” Danny said, focusing again on Montano.

“I wouldn’t trust him-“ Montano began, but he was interrupted by a scuffle on the other side of the bar. Flack, red in the face with anger and booze, had Adam by the collar.

“You think you can tell me a fucking thing about my job, Ross?” Flack yelled, and he threw Adam against the wall. Montano rose, and walked over, pulling on Flack’s arm to keep him from punching Adam, who was begging Flack to reconsider. “Let me go, Montano, so help me God.”

“You’re drunk, Flack-“

“Drunk?” Flack said, and he turned, swinging at Montano, and landing one on the left of his face. Montano wiped blood from his face and then swung at Flack.

Danny raced over, leaning down and whispering in Adam’s ear.

“Go tell them there’s an officer injured. Tell them there’s a bar fight, and an officer is involved. Be vague, Adam.” Danny stood, and Adam stood, sliding out the door.

Danny watched, calling for the two men to stop, but refusing to get involved himself. He watched as Flack landed another punch to Montano’s jaw and Montano spat blood to the floor.

Mac entered at that moment, amazed at the sight before him. Montano made to swing at Flack again, but Mac’s voice stopped them both.

“Men.” Mac cried, his voice drill sergeant loud and just as harsh. Flack and Montano looked up, and Danny walked forward, standing next to Mac. “Danny,” Mac said, observing the state of the two fighters. “What happened here?”

“You know I can’t speak badly about a friend, Mac, but I have to tell the truth here.” He spoke quietly, and Mac’s face was stony. “Flack turned on some guy, screaming that he was gonna kill him, and Montano stepped in, when Flack started attacking him.” Danny looked at the ground. “Flack initiated it.” Mac inhaled deeply, and then turned to Montano.

“Montano, go get yourself patched up. I’m sorry, this is unacceptable. Be assured punishment will be dealt out.” Montano left, and Mac turned to Flack, shook his head and then turned, walking out the door.

Flack sank into a chair, dropping his head into his hands. Danny walked over, squatting next to him.

“You ok, Flack?”

“Worse than dead, Messer.” Flack said, his voice barely above a whisper. “How’d I let that get so out of hand? Fucking drink.” He raised a hand to his head and touched a bruise above his eye, wincing. “How am I gonna fix this?”

“Talk to Lindsay.” Danny said. Flack looked at him, and Danny shrugged. “Mac’s never gonna listen to you, but he’ll listen to her, and she’ll listen to you. So tell her.”

"Lindsay's never going to talk me," Flack said, shaking his head. Danny bit his lip, considering.

"There's this cop here, Em. She's a great girl, easy on the eyes, too. Anyway, her and Munroe have struck up a bit of a friendship, you know. Sharing girly secrets, or whatnot." Flack gave him a 'get-to-the-point' look. "Tomorrow morning, I'll get Em to give you a call."

--

"Emilia Lairp."

"Hi, Officer Lairp. This is Don Flack."

"Right, Danny's friend. What can I do for you, Don Flack?"

"I was wondering if you could set up a meeting with Lindsay for me. I'd ask her myself, but it might seem sort of-"

"Inappropriate. Yeah, no problem. I'll call you back when I figure something out."

"Thanks for doing this for me."

"A friend of Danny's..."

--


Mac and Danny watched from across the street as Lindsay, Em and Flack chatted outside the station. They watched as Flack leaned in, hugging Lindsay and then leaving, hopping into a car and driving off.

Mac looked over at Danny.

"Don't look at me." They headed across the street. Lindsay smiled as Mac approached, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Was that Flack, who just left?" Mac asked. Lindsay nodded and Em glanced at Danny. The corner of Danny's mouth quirked in a smile.

"Yeah, it was. He feels terrible about what happened last night." Lindsay said, her eyes flashing to where Flack's car had been parked.

"Which he should. His actions were entirely inappropriate," Mac said. Lindsay cocked her head and brought her eyes back to Mac's.

"You don't know his side of it, Mac. You have to listen to him." Mac started to speak. "C'mon, Mac. For me." The last part was said slightly embarrassed, at nearly a whisper.

"Fine, fine." Mac said, shaking his head. "I have work to do."

"Yes’ sir," Lindsay said, smiling. She turned, smiling at Emilia. She linked her arm with the female officer, and they walked away. Danny watched them go, and then turned to Mac.

"Well that was different," Danny said. Mac looked at him, curious.

"Meaning?"

"Well, I've never seen Montana stand up for someone like that." Danny said, beginning to walk towards the front doors of the station.

"Get to the point Danny," Mac said, following him.

"No real point, Mac. I just..." He paused. "I love Flack, he's a great guy. But if she can hide from Gerard, she can hide from you."

"Danny, what are you implying?"

"Nothing, Mac. Nothing. Forget I mentioned it. I'm just lookin' out for you."

--

"Mac, is everything alright?" Lindsay asked, opening the door to his hotel room. Mac lay in bed, the lights out, his arm over his face. Em followed her in, looking concerned.

"Headache. I'm fine." Mac didn't raise his arm, but Lindsay walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear and Mac smiled slightly.

"I'll just leave it here." She stood and reached behind her neck, pulling her hair out of the way and undoing a clasp. She pulled off the chain and Em watching it slide to the floor, landing silently on the carpet. It was a ring on a gold necklace, and Em flashed to an earlier moment, alone in bed with Danny, him telling her about the ring that Mac gave Lindsay. As Lindsay left the room, Em reached down, scooped up the necklace and dropped it in her pocket.

--

Em dropped to her knees, looking up at Danny, who threaded his fingers through her hair. She smiled, and undid the button on his jeans, pulling down the fly. She tugged them down, his boxers with them. Danny looked down at her and smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Go ahead." He said, and Em rolled her eyes, running a tongue across her lips. She leaned in, and took Danny's cock into her mouth. Danny moaned and tugged on Em's hair. Em pulled off, shooting him a glare. She sat back, annoyed.

"So, I found something."

"Really? This better be good, because I can think of something better you can be doing with your mouth."

"That ring, the one Lindsay wears on a chain, that Mac gave her. The one you mentioned you'd love to get your hands on?" Em smiled up at him and Danny leaned down, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

"What about it?" Danny snarled. Em pulled her arm from Danny's grip and glared at him.

"I have it," Em replied, bending over and pulling it from her jean pocket. "But," She said, pulling back as he reached for it. "You have to promise not to hurt her. She's a nice girl." Em said, and Danny snorted, grabbing the necklace, and setting it on the bed, before putting a hand on Em's cheek, and sliding his thumb into her mouth.

"What were we doing?"

--

"Mac, I'm not saying anything, but the conversation didn't sound kosher, you know?"

"Danny, tell me exactly what you heard."

"I heard Flack on the phone, and he said that he missed feeling her touch him. That he missed her in his bed. That he missed her, since she was with you. I'm sorry, Mac."


Danny flipped his phone closed, humming to himself, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He shook his head, chuckling and walked out the door.
--

Mac knocked on Lindsay's door, and pushed it open when she called out.

"Lindsay," he said, walking in. She stood, smiling widely and kissed him.

"Mac, I'm so glad to see you. How's your head?" Lindsay asked, putting her hand on his head.

"It's fine. Lindsay, where's the ring I gave you," Mac asked, noting its absence. Lindsay's hand went to her throat, and she frowned in confusion.

"I don't know. I must have taken it off," she shook her head. "Did you talk to Flack?"

"No." Mac said, backing away from her. "You told me you'd never take it off, Lindsay."

"Mac, I must have-" Lindsay reached for him.

"No, Lindsay." Mac shook his head and backed away. Lindsay stood, a shocked expression on her face.

“Jesus, Mac. I’m sure it’s around here. You’re overreacting.” Lindsay snapped, Mac’s obvious anger igniting her own.

“I think I’m reacting just fine, Lindsay. When you make a promise, you have to keep it.” Mac didn’t yell, his voice was calm. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Lindsay cursed under her breath and sat down on the bed, wondering what the hell was going on.


--

"I don't know what's going on with him, Em."

"Well, Lindsay, sometimes guys are just...you know."

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, I'm not going out tonight, I’m too pissed. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Yeah, course. Night."


--

Stella grinned, pulling Flack toward her.

"God, I missed you." Flack said, kissing down Stella's neck, as she started undoing buttons on his shirt.

"I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me," Stella replied, shivering as he bit down on her collarbone.

"Never," Flack said. "In fact," He reached down and picked up necklace, with a gold ring on it, shining delicately in the half-light of the room. "I got you something."

""Don, you didn't have to-" She turned, letting him place it on her and do up the clasp. He kissed her back and she turned, smiling.

"Yeah, I did. Besides, as soon as I saw it, I knew it was perfect for you."

--

"Mac, Stella's wearing it."

"What?"

"Stella's wearing the ring you gave Lindsay."

"How did she-"

"She and Flack've been sleeping together for a coupla' months now."


--

"Adam, would you really do anything?"

"Danny, how many times do I have to tell you. I'm broke, I can't go back to work-"

"You'd do anything?"

"I've got nothing left to lose."


--

We have an officer down, attention all units, officer down.

"Flack, please wake up. Please, please wake up."

"Stella, what happened?"

"Jesus, Mac, thank God you’re here. Adam shot Flack, and then himself."

"Is Flack-"

"We don't know."

--

Mac entered the room, silently. He moved to the bed and then flicked on the low light, next to the bed. Lindsay was sleeping, her face concerned even in sleep.
He stood over her, his face a mask of grief. His eyes were glazed, unfocused. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in months. He put a hand to his face, feeling his knees go weak as he considered it. How could she have done this to him? He had no choice. She’d forced him into it. He let out small cry of pain.

"Mac?" Lindsay said, as the sound woke her. She looked up at him confused. "I missed you-" She began, but he cut her off, his voice sounding like someone else’s. She shivered, and pulled the blankets tighter around her. He looked past her, unable to meet her eyes.

"You've been sleeping with Flack." Mac said. Lindsay's eyes widened in shock.

"What? Mac, no, I never-"

"You gave him the ring I gave you."

"No, I didn't. I just lost it. Mac, I love you."

"God, you're still lying." He shook his head. "You slut." He looked at her, and any sorrow he’d felt was gone, replaced by pain and rage. Lindsay recoiled.

"Mac, this is ridiculous. Calm down, let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

--

"Mac Taylor, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..." Em cuffed Mac's hands behind his back. "Taylor, tell me why."

"She slept with Flack."

"What?"

"She slept with him. She gave him the ring I gave her." Mac said, his voice deathly quiet.

"What, no," Em shook her head, amazed. "Flack must have found it in his room..." She hesitated.

"You mean-"

"She never cheated on you, Mac." Em released the handcuffs, and Mac turned, his eyes filled with shock.

"Then Danny-" Mac started, then turned, grabbing the gun he'd let drop to the floor before. He was out the door before Em could follow him.

--

"Calling all officers, gunshots heard outside Hoboken police station. All officers report to scene."

--

Danny held his arm, blood running through his fingers. Mac stood a few yards away, gun still aimed at Danny, who held a gun pointed at Mac. Em stood behind Mac, both hands out, trying to talk Danny down.

"Danny, look, I told him everything. I told him about-"

"Shut up, bitch. Shut up, or you're gonna regret it." Danny screamed, his face paling.

"Just tell me what you did, Danny." Mac said. Danny laughed.

"Fuck you, Mac Taylor. I'm not saying a thing."

"Mac, he's been lying the whole time. He planted the ring in Flack's room." Em said, frantically. Danny glared at her. "I stole it, from your room."

Danny fired twice and Em fell, slumping forward to her knees.

"She loved you, Mac." Em said, and she fell to the ground.

"Drop the gun, Messer." Montano's voice came from behind Mac. "You too, Taylor." Neither man moved, but Mac spoke.

"It's done. Tell them the truth, Montano. Tell them who I really am." He turned the gun on himself, firing once and fell.

Montano cried out, and then yelled at someone to call the paramedics. He advanced on Danny, disarming him and restraining him. As he finished, and turned Danny to face the scene of blood and carnage, the EMT's announced that Mac was dead. Flack stood, his arm bandaged, speaking to the officers nearby, explaining the story. Montano turned to Danny, his face pale.

"You did all this," Montano said. "These people dead, lives ruined. For what?"

Danny said nothing. He only smiled.

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