Hello again!

I come bearing a new MeLty story. This was written per request to a friend who supplied me with a list of phrases I was to include in the story. They were: ‘NO!’, ’Down in the harbour’, ‘Aren’t you going to ask me to put down my weapon?’ and ‘Thank you for bringing me home’. She also came up with the initials A.G. I blame her for the violence, I’ve never written anything like this so I’m hoping I didn’t screw up completely. I do like this a lot because of the very fact that it’s different. Not sure about the medical facts, but this is fiction anyways. This is not beta-read, so there may be mistakes. You know how the word spell check can be…

So, here is the info:

Title: Kill A.G.

Summary: After Lindsay is shot and injured severely, the hunt for her shooter begins and Mac wants nothing more than to get his hands on him.

Pairing: Mac&Lindsay

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KILL A.G.

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”NO!”

Mac watched in horror as Lindsay clutched her stomach and desperately tried to look down at her fingers. She saw her hands get tattered with blood and tumbled down. She tried to focus her gaze but the world started to blur and she felt the sharp pain rip through her. Before she could call for help her world turned black.

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Danny was walking beside Stella. They were on their way to find Mac who was somewhere in the hospital trying to find out how Lindsay was. Everyone knew that the two had become close recently. The pair hadn’t said anything official but it was a known fact around the Crime Lab that they were an item. It wasn’t a surprise really – they were good together, complemented each other. Life hadn’t treated either of them graciously but somehow they managed to find new hope. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that both of them smiled a lot more than they used to.

“How’s she doin’?” Danny asked when he saw Mac. His voice wasn’t far from quivering. Lindsay was like a sister to him and the shooting had hit him hard. She was the last person that deserved this.

“Still in there,” Mac said, gesturing to the big sign above the doors that indicated where the operating rooms were. “Has been for hours,” he concluded and fell quiet.

“We’re still trying to locate A.G.. No luck yet but we’ll find him,” Stella assured him and squeezed Mac’s arm firmly.

He stared her in the eye.

“I know,” he said.

“We’ll get back to work but give us a call if anything happens,” Danny added before he and Stella left. Oh, yes – this bastard was not going to slip away.

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“I don’t care what you have to do! Just make sure you do it!” Mac yelled into his cell phone, flapping it shut with excessive force. He was fuming, heart rate going up and down every few minutes. He couldn’t remember the last time his body had been this much out of control. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm down. He walked back inside Lindsay’s room in the ER and threw his jacket on a chair next to the door.

Reclaiming his seat next to her bed, surrounded by various beeping hospital equipment, he gently wrapped his hand around her fingers. With all the medical machinery connected to her she looked helpless. People sometimes say that unconsciousness brings about peacefulness over ones features, but Mac was not seeing it. To him Lindsay looked like she was fighting for her life, her body trying to cure itself with the assistance of medicine.

The doctors had told him about the surgery and the complications. He couldn’t recall everything; in fact it was mostly an incongruous mess. There had been talk about internal bleeding, saving her liver and something about a peritoneal space being filled with blood. Not that it mattered; all he could do now was to hope for her to get better. She was a big part of his life and loosing her was not on his list of options.

Mac was brought back out of his thoughts when the beeping sound got more rapid and a bunch of doctors and nurses appeared at Lindsay’s side. He stumbled backwards, giving them room to work but keeping a close eye on the hassle.

“She’s bleeding internally again. We have to get her back to surgery,” one of them, Doctor Lieberman, informed.

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It had been 27 hours since the shooting and Lindsay was lying unconscious on her hospital bed, hooked up to the machines. Mac was sitting by her side, only having left for short periods of time. Stella had brought him food and made him eat. She had also brought him a clean shirt and tried to get him to sleep.

But sleep was out of the question; between the worrying and thinking Mac’s brain was on overdrive.

They had been after a man called A.G. – all they had were his initials. Two days ago he had killed 3 people in a conflict over illegal arms dealing. Apparently he wasn’t happy with his share after the other party tried to screw him over. Mac, Lindsay and Flack had been interviewing people working near the place where the murders had gone down. Four people had heard the shots the day before. When they got a lead and pursued it, they found A.G. about to take off in a truck full of weapons and the situation escalated fast. He had made a few quips about the circumstances, all the while wearing an infuriating smile. He hadn’t seemed all that worried. In a few minutes he had gotten away, leaving some a wounded Detective Monroe behind.

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“Mac, we got a lead,” Flack said with a determined face. Mac nodded at him and Flack turned around on his heels.

His gaze shifted back to Lindsay and he leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. Lingering close he whispered: “We’ll get him this time.”

He grabbed his jacket on the fly and quickly caught up with Flack who was waiting not far from the door.

“Where?” he asked as they strode farther down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

“Down in the harbour.”

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When they arrived at their destination, orders were given. Flack signalled the team to take their positions just as Mac finished putting on his Kevlar. He cocked his gun and they set off to the sea of containers. Once they located the one they were searching for, they spread around it. There were two men loading the goods inside and no other than A.G. marking something on his PDA.

Suddenly, his hand stopped tapping the screen and he went entirely still. Painstakingly slowly he lifted his gaze.

“The police!” he yelled and pulled out his gun, aiming it at a figure just barely in sight from behind an orange container.

Firing his hand gun, he leaped for cover and reloaded his weapon. The other two were also hovering behind some crates.

Shots were ringing and bouncing off different surfaces. One of the officers hit one of the yet unnamed men in the chest. His cry of pain was lost in the noise.

“Come out and surrender!” Flack yelled when the shooting died down for a while. “You are overpowered!”

“Not a chance in Hell!” A.G. retorted with a grin on his face.

The other man looked at the body of his friend. He got up with his hands in the air and slowly put down his gun. He could here how some of the officers reloading their guns and could see several aimed straight at him.

“I’ll surrender. I’m not willing to die for this!” he stated and released the gun from his hand so that it dropped down on the crate with a clunk.

There was a complete silence for a few seconds before Flack spoke.

“Walk slowly to the–”

The sound of a gunshot filled everyone’s ears and the surrendering man fell down beside the crate.

“Stupid man. Never had it in him. Such a poorly though-out choice.” A.G. said loudly and retreated behind his shield fast.

After a few seconds he stood up from behind the barrier shielding him and shooting at the police made a run for it. “I hate to cut this short so soon but I do have other things to do today!”

He ran past a few containers and made a left turn before stopping abruptly.

Mac had a gun pointed dead at his face and A.G. matched him by raising his to an identical position.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Detective Taylor… Aren’t you going to ask me to put down my weapon?” he asked with an arrogant, amused smirk.

“No,” Mac replied coldly.

“Then you won’t mind if I accidentally shoot you between the eyes…” he said and fired his gun.

Blood spattered everywhere and A.G. collided with the ground. The red framed his head as the rest of the team rushed to the site.

Mac walked up to A.G. and looked down at him. There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead and he let out a breath.

“I said I wasn’t going to ask.”

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It had taken a few days before Lindsay had woken up. Mac had been there, overjoyed that she was finally back. Her room had been, and still was, full or cards and flowers. Some of Lindsay’s family from Montana had come to see her and Mac had finally left her side to allow her family some time alone with her.

Now, three weeks later she was being released home. Mac was walking beside the wheelchair as she was being pushed to the front entrance.

“Thanks,” Lindsay said to the nurse as Mac helped her stand. Holding her tightly, they made their way to the car outside the front doors.

“God, it feels so good to be outside…” she announced, closing her eyes and enjoying the sunshine. Mac smiled at her and helped her get into the car.

“Ready to go home?”

“Definitely.”

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Later that day Lindsay was lying on the covers of their bed, still enjoying the sunshine, only this time it was coming through a window. She rolled over to her side and looked at Mac sleeping beside her. She knew he was terribly tired. He had stayed with her in the hospital almost all the time, using up his vacation days. Luckily he had a lot of them piled up. He was such a permanent fixture in her room that he was given an old hospital bed to sleep in. During the last week she had gotten more alert and easily bored so he had gotten her magazines and various other things. Talking had been their most common pastime. She continued to look at him, finally closing her eyes and feeling him move closer, putting an arm around her.

Some time later they awoke nose to nose, forehead to forehead. Mac kissed her on the nose and received loving kiss on his lips in return.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Mac replied.

“Good,” Lindsay smiled, “Because I’m not giving you up.”

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Thanks for reading – whether you hated it, loved it or want to flame it. I’m OK with all those options.

Thanks also to all of you who keep on reading my MeLty fics, I’ve got two others on the way :) Love you guys!