CSI:NY - "The Younger Generation"

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:lol: at Don and Danny making a bet on who apologizes first.

Hmm... I wonder if hot makeup sex will follow the apology. :D
 
A short time later Mac seen his beautiful angry wife walk by. As much as he wanted to talk to her, there was no way he was going to make amends first. Afterall why should he. He hadn't started it, she had.

Feeling his temper rise again, he cracked another pencil as he thought to himself...

"Damn woman still drives me insane after all these years of marriage. I mean what does she expect me to do? God, why can't she just leave those kids alone."

"Hey dad, you busy?"

"No. Come in Eric. What is it?"

"Are you and mom okay? You both seem pretty pissed. Oh and to let you know mom left dents in her locker. She's got one hell of a punch."

Mac smirked. He knew his wife had a temper. He also knew it rivaled his. The two of them could stew for hours before giving in to the other.

"That's okay. We're fine Eric. Don't worry. How's Mackenzie been feeling?"

"I don't know dad. She's different some how. Very emotional. I don't know what more I can do for her. Sometimes I wish she'd tell me what's wrong. But she's so independant, always leaving me guessing. It's just not healthy. The girls are feeling it too."

Mac sighed, he knew he couldn't fight them both.

"Fine. I'll talk to her. But not about what is bothering her. Understood? I'll just see how she's doing. That's as far as I go."

Nodding that he understood. Eric left his office.

Locking up his office, Mac left for the rest of day.

"Hey Mac!! Where ya off too?"

"Out. Tell Stella I'll meet her at home."

"Sure Mac. No problem."

Don and Danny stared at each other.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know man. But it can't be good. Mac's not even smiling."

When Mac arrived at his daughters he walked in to silence. Knowing the trip's and Michelle may be down for their naps he checked the den. Walking in he found his daughter sound asleep with tears in her eyes.

"Mac!!! Mackenzie...wake up sweetheart."

Turning over and sobbing....

"Please daddy. 'm sorry. I'm so sorry daddy. I never meant for him to hurt the girls, I know I should have known. I know I should have been home more. It's all my fault he touched them. God I'm such a bad mother. I'm sorry. How they suffered, so many scars daddy."

Mac was fuming. Scars?? What scars. He had never seen any on his grandbabies. Unless??? He knew she was still sleeping. He knew she was unware of what she was saying. Running upstairs he seen the girls in their room.

"Peanut, come here."

"Papa?? Why are you here?"

"I came to see my grandbabies."

Mac wasn't sure how he could get a look at them. He knew there was no way they would allow a stranger. He also knew grandbabies or no grandbabies it wouldn't be right for him to look.

"Dad!!! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see the girls. How are you feeling love?"

"I'm fine daddy. Why?"

"You look like you've been crying. Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes daddy. Would you stop. You're as bad as mom. Besides that you seem very angry. What's wrong with you?"

Getting up he pulled his daughter into the hall.

"I want to see my grandbabies bottoms Mackenzie, now."

"What?? No daddy."

"Listen Mackenzie, either you show me, or I have someone from the Miami-Dade do it."

Mackenzie broke.

"Please daddy. Why are you doing this?"

"Fine."

Turning his daughter around, he pulled her pants below the waist, and that's when he seen the reddened scars across her lower waist. Never would he have thought to even look there. Even when she came to his home four years ago with bruises on her arms, he never thought to look at her fully.

"Awww...for Christ sakes Mackenzie. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Cause I knew you'd kill him daddy. I knew you would not be able to hold back. So I never told you."

"And my grandbabies? Do they bare the same marks? Were they beaten and left with scars on their backsides? Were they Mac???" As he shook her.

"Yes daddy. Okay? Yes they have the same marks, and so many more inner scars."

"How did you keep this from Eric. How could he not see your scars."

"Cause I never turned on the light daddy. We've never showered together. Eric often asked why, I just told him I wasn't comfortable with it."

"So many lies Mackenzie. Did you ever think your daughters would need help getting through this? More help then you could offer them."

"I know this daddy. We were in Counciling. Ever since we arrived in Miami four years ago. We had been getting help through it. And everything was fine until that animal touched my daughter. Then everything came flooding back."

Mac was so angry. He couldn't believe how many lies his daughter had kept from him, from her mother, but most of all from her husband.

"You know what Mackenzie. You are going to have to hope that Eric understands all these painful memories you've been keeping from him. For he 's been with you every step of the way. And for you to do this to him, I just don't know Mackenzie."

She started crying again.

"I can't lose him daddy. I love him so much. I'm so sorry I lied to all of you. But I can't lose Eric. I just can't."

"I'm taking the girls home with me. When Eric gets home, it's your choice to tell him Mackenzie. Just make sure it's the right choice. Or you will lose him. He loves you unconditionally, and what you've done."

Pulling his daughter into his arms, he just held her while she let it all out.

"Papa?? Is mommy okay? She didn't mean not to tell papa. Please don't be mad at her papa."

Mac was in tears. His grandbabies were a mess, his daughter was a mess. So many wounds that needed to be healed. Such a web of painful lies, painful memories, and haunts of the past coming to the surface.

"Pack up your stuff girls, you are coming home with me and nana for the night."

"The trip's too papa?"

"Yes Peanut. All of you."

"Yay!!! We get to go to papa and nana's for the night."

While the girls packed. Mac held his daughter tighter, and as she poured her broken tears onto his heart, his fell into her hair.
 
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When Mac was sure his daughter was okay. He brought the kids home to their place. Opening the door, they ran in ahead of him.

"Let the dogs out girls."

"Okay papa. Can we have a snack?"

"I think nana left cookies on the table from last night. Get yourselves some milk to go with them."

Placing the Trip's and Michelle in the den. He heard Stella coming through the door. As she stood facing him in the doorway, he gave her a painful look.

Knowing an apology wasn't needed, Mac gripped her tightly, and sobbed. Never had Stella seen him so heartbroken. Then she seen her grandbabies. Putting two and two together, she knew that he had found out what was wrong with their daughter.

"What's going on Mac?? She whispered

"Our daughter is scared. Our grandbabies are scared. She lied to us Stella. So many painful secrets she kept from all of us. The things he did to our grandbabies, to our daughter."

"What do you mean scared Mac. The kids have no scars, we would have seen them."

"No love. We wouldn't have. She's kept then hidden for years. If only we had checked our granbabies better. If only we had looked better at our daughters marks when she came to us."

Stella was confused. She couldn't understand what Mac was trying to tell her.

"Oww...nana, Kong Jr bit my bum."

"Let me have a look Sara."

As Sara walked over, Stella pulled down her pants a bit, and moaned out a cry. Her grandbabies bum had red scars across it. Knowing what Mac had meant, brought tears to her already misted eyes.

"You're okay love. Go finish your snack, okay?"

Running back to the kitchen, Stella looked at Mac and broke.

"Please tell me this isn't what Shannon and Sharon look like?"

"I can't love. But you should see your daughters scars. I don't know what he did to them. But I can tell you this much. If he wasn't already dead. If he was alive, I would have...."

"Shh...don't think about it Mac. He's not alive. We need to be more worried about how we are going to help our grandbabies and daughter heal."

Meanwhile....

Mackenzie had dinner on the table. She was still crying as he walked through the door.

"Mackenzie??? Where's the girls? What...what's the matter?"

Seeing his wife in tears paniced Eric. Not seeing the girls made him panic all the more.

"Where's the girls Mac?"

"They are with mom and dad. We need....I need...we both..."

Eric was desperately trying to understand.

"Please Mackenzie. What is happening?"

"We need to talk Eric. We need to talk about what really happened that night four years ago with Scott."

Eric knew something was bothering Mackenzie. But he would have never thought it had to do with Scott. Preparing himself for what he was about to hear, he sat down.
 
I bet Mac wishes he could bring Scott back to life just long enough to kill him with his bare hands. I know I would. Poor Mackenzie and the girls.

Aww at Eric freaking out. I hope he isn't upset with Mackenzie when she tells him what really happened.

Good chapter. :)
 
As he stared at his wife he sighed. Oh how she could see he was already heartbroken. She could see the pain in his eyes, cause she had lied to him all these years.

"Eric! There are several reasons why I left Scott four years ago. The biggest one being he was abusive physically and mentally towards myself and my girls."

"Our Girls." He interrupted angerly.

"Sorry. Our girls. Anyways the night I left NY to come see mom and dad with my girls....."

"Our girls." He said again.

Eric really wasn't trying to be mean. He was reassuring her over and over that they were their girls. Their problems. Their life. There was no mine, only ours.

Mackenzie started crying. She was so messed up. The only thought in her mind was that Eric was mad at her. Not at the situation.

"I'm....please Eric. Don't be angry with me."

God how he wanted to shake some sense into her. If she only realized how he wanted just to snatch her, hold her, comfort her. But he knew he couldn't. For all this pain, this suffering needed to come out so they could heal together as a family.

"I want the rest Mackenzie. Now."

On the nights I worked, I'd come home really late. I remember always hearing my girls crying in their room.

"Our girls Mackenzie. Understand?"

She was so confused.

"Fine!!! Our girls would always be crying."

He could see he was causing her pain. He could see that he was hurting her, and even though he knew he was, he was dying inside from having to do it this way.

"I went to check on them. Just to see why they would be crying at one in the morning. I remember nearing the door, then I heard him. I can still hear his voice..."Get away from that room now. Get over here Mackenzie."

"God Eric I remember shaking so badly. I remember as I neared him he squeezed my arms so tight. Pulling me towards him, as he knocked me on knees and began tearing at my clothes. Clawing me, pinching, biting. I remember the pain. The pain when he....he...."

Eric's eyes misted, he could feel his soul fall to his feet.

"Finish it Mackenzie."

She could see his knuckles had gone white as he gripped the chair. She could read his thoughts. Yet the only thing she could think was...."thank God Scott was already dead." She wished she could hate. But she couldn't. No matter what was done to her or her girls, she couldn't hate.

"When he had finished assaulting me, he would leave. I don't know where he would go, but he wouldn't come home for days. Crawling my way into my girls room...."

"Damn it Mackenzie, our girls."

"Okaaaaaaaaaay!!! God I'm sorry. Our girls, our girls. There, you happy."

That did it, Eric had to do something. His anger was killing him. His tears just wanted to flow. He wanted so badly to hold her, to tell her it would be okay. Taking the chair he threw it against the wall, shattering wood chips everywhere.

"No more Mackenzie. Finish it. What happened to our girls. What did you find??"
 
Wow, that was well written, very heavy aswel. I loved how you wrote each of Rick and Mack's parts, I really cant wait for the update ;)
 
With the kids in bed. Stella and Mac wondered how things were going over at their daughters home.

"I'm scared Mac. Shouldn't we have heard something by now?"

"Not really love. Mackenzie has alot to tell. My biggest concern is whether her and Eric will be able to heal from this. I'm just not sure if Mackenzie would be able to hold it together if Eric leaves her and the girls."

"Oh come on Mac. Eric wouldn't do that. I can't see it."

"I'm just not sure. She's been carrying one hell of a lie around with her. So much deceit. I'm still trying to figure out myself how she could not have left him sooner. Why the hell did she stay?"

"I don't know Mac. Maybe was terrorfied. Remember when she showed up at our door. She was paniced then. I mean what if Scott threatened to kill her and girls if she left. Remember we never knew he was here. He hid. Then to top it all off, he tried killing his own daughters for their insurance."

"I understand Stel. But she family to come to sooner. She had those that were willing to help. Instead she stayed there. She allowed him to violate my grandbabies and her."

"Let me ask you a question Mac. If she had told you that night what Scott had done. If she had broke in front of you and Michael. What would the two of you done?"

Mac knew what Stella was getting at. He knew she was right. There would be no turning back. He and his son would have killed him without so much as a thought to repercussions.

"I would have killed him."

"That's right. Which explains to me why she never told. As much as she knew he was doing wrong. She didn't want to see him killed. This explains alot though Mac, with the suicide."

"How do you figure?"

"Well...he most likely thought Mackenzie had told you what he had done. He knew he would never be able to show his face in Miami. He also knew he couldn't cash in on those policies. It all makes sense. He had no way out."

Mac still wasn't sure if it was suicide. Something in his gut from the begining told him he was murdered by someone he owed money to. Either way the bastard was dead, out of his grandbabies and daughters life.

Back at the Delko's

Macknezie jumped as the chair hit the wall.

"I crawled into their room. I found them laying face down on their beds. they couldn't even cover up. The welts, the bruises. All down their legs, but the worse of it was on their little bums Eric. He had used a thick cord on their bums. such welts embedded in their skin. They eventually healed, but not fully. Some of them were so deep that they left reddened scars. Scars the girls and I will carry forever."

Eric's tears were blinding him. He could hardly catch his breath as he whispered out...."Did he molest them??"

"Yes Eric. But only Sara. That's why the girls were beat. They were protecting Sara from being touched. I'm sorry Eric. I'm so sorry I've kept this from us. Please don't hate me. Please....don't leave...."

"You??? You too Mackenzie?? Where?? Do our girls look like yours?? Do they?? Show me Mackenzie. I want to see??"

Unclipping her pants, she pulled them down. Turning around Eric let out a sob. God the scars, the welts that still remained on her backside. God how could he have not noticed. Four years of marriage and he never once noticed.

Then he remembered the dark. Mackenzie would only do it in the dark. She would never shower with him. Never walk naked in front of him. She had kept it all hidden from him.

Walking over, he turned her into his arms, pulling her down onto the floor, wrapping her so tightly that neither of them breathe. Crying over and over that he was sorry. Sorry that he couldn't be there. Sorry that he couldn't saved her, their girls from the endless pain they suffered. His poor girls. God how they must be suffering, especially his Peanut. All those nights they cried, they dreamed, always about the pain. The pain they had kept hidden at such a young age.

Rocking her back and forth, whispering over and over that now the healing could begin. Now they could work as a family and heal the wounds that had been eating at them. Not releasing each other. Not wanting to let go, they curled in closer to each other, trying with desperation to get into each others souls. to block out the pain, the ache that was burning within their damaged filled hearts.
 
That was intense. Eric throwing the chair in anger and frustration was a nice touch. Very realistic. I can see him doing that. Poor Mack and the girls, especially Sara. Glad Mack finally told Eric and that now they can start the healing process.
 
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