CSI:NY - "The Younger Generation"

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Flack had finally got home to Jennifer.

"Sweetheart, I'm home."

Walddling out of the kitchen, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I heard about your terrible day. I've kept your supper warm, if you'd like to talk about it."

"Not right now Jen. I'd rather carry you to the beach, and make love to you in the water."

"Flack...come on now, I weigh way to much now. You can't lift me anywhere."

"You think not. Shall we make a bet? If I can carry you from here to the beach, you have to skinny dip with me."

"Mmm...deal. Come on Hercules, let's go," she giggled.

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her down to the beach, and began undressing her.

"Looks like I win sweetheart."

"Mmhmm...I'm all yours baby."

Once he had her stripped naked, he carried her into the warm water, and stood her on a sand bank.

"Now what blue eyes?"

"Now I make love to my lovely wife."

Pulling her close, he touched her lips with his, lighting the already ignited fire they both felt. Tracing his tongue across her neck, she leaned back, and allowed him all the access he wanted. Still needing more he lifted her and that's when the pain started.

"Oowww."

"What's the matter baby?"

"I think my water just broke."

"You're kidding right?"

"Afraid not, junior want out."

Quickly picking her up in his arms, he carried her to shore and wrapped her in a towel.

"Come on, let's get you back to the house, I'll call 911."

When they entered their home, he laid her on the couch and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My wife's water broke, she's having the baby."

"Okay sir, we will send out the EMT's immediately."

"Thank you. Anything you need love?"

"Your help, he's coming right now."

"Please tell me you are kidding?"

"Afraid not, I can feel him coming."

Checking between his wife's legs, he seen the baby's crown.

"Great...now what? Can't you push him back in?"

"No...don't be silly. You are going to have to deliver him."

Helping his wife spread her legs wide, he pressed down on her tummy, and told her to push.

"One, two, three, push. Again love, push agin, I can see his tiny face."

Pushing one more time, the baby slid out onto Flacks hands.

"Ooohhh...oh my, look at him, he's screaming at me."

Hearing the sirens in the distance, he covered his son in a clean towel, and laid him on his wife's tummy.

"She's in here, hurry."

After assessing the situation, they loaded them onto the stretcher, and headed out.

When they arrived at the Hospital, they took her to the Maternity Ward, placing her in the room with Stella.

"Flack, Jennifer, what are you two doing here?"

"What do you think Mac. I delivered my son. Look at him."

As Mac walked over he seen his blue eyes, and dark hair.

"Wow...he's a handsom little Angel isn't he. And only a few hours younger then Michelle."

"Forget it Mac."

"Forget what Flack?"

"Playing Match Maker. This isn't the olden times, and you will not promise my son your daughter."

Looking at Flack, Mac said...."Party pooper."
 
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It was 4am when Eric got the call.

"Delko."

"Eric...it's Danny. We need you at the Miami Yacht club, there's been another murder."

"Not another young girl?"

"Afraid so Eric. Same MO, Sheldon is already here. She's been bladed to cover a stab wound. Just like the first victim."

"Okay Danny, I'll be right there."

"Oh Eric, I can't find Flack, I've tried him on his cell."

"He's at the Hospital. Jen went into labour last night, he had to deliver his son."

"They had a boy?"

"They did. We'll see you shortly."

Calling Flack he told him he was needed at the Yacht club.

When they arrived at the Yacht club, they found Hauler's loading the body into the van.

"Have you started processing yet Danny?"

"We have Eric. How's Mackenzie doing?"

"She'll be fine."

"I heard that bastard left her nothing."

"I know. She's going to be moving into my sisters house tomorrow."

"I didn't know you had a sister?"

"I did. Marisol. She was murdered by the Mal Noche."

"Oh..that's right. She was just married to Horatio when it happened."

"Yeah. It was a difficult time for all of us. Especially Horatio."

"Sorry man. Flack..congrats on your son."

"Thanks. Mac's already trying to marry him off to Michelle."

"You're kidding. Leave it to Mac. So what did you name him?"

Donald David Flack Jr."

"Whoa...nice name."

"Okay guys. Let's get this scene processed."


Meanwhile....

Michael was having trouble sleeping. He kept thinking about his wife, as he looked over at his daughter.

Getting up out of bed, he walked over and picked her up. "How much she looks like her mom," he thought to himself as he held her.

Leaning her up against him, he began to cry as Mackenzie walked by.

"Michael...you okay?"

"Hmm...yeah, I'll be fine sis. Don't worry."

"I always worry Mic, you've been having a hard time sleeping at night, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I have. I'm telling you sis, I can still smell her scent everywhere in this room. Like she's here."

"Oh Mic. That's because she is. Her spirit is always right with you and Caroline. That's why you smell her, and feel her breath upon you. You need to remember Mic. Everytime you feel a breeze across your neck, or you smell a scent that reminds you, it's her. It's all her, she's letting you know even though she can't be seen, she can be felt."

Wiping her brothers tears, she hugged him and Caroline, as they listened to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.
 
When Eric arrived back at the Taylor's he found Michael's kids having breakfast.

"Morning Eric. Did you get everything processed?"

"We did Michael, though we are no closer to catching this person. It's the second body we've found. People are calling the person the "Yacht Killer".

"That's a shame. People just don't realize how things like that urge the person to do it again."

"I know. Where are Mackenzie and the girls?"

"They headed over to the Beach House to pack things up."

"By themselves?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We haven't had the chance to send the cleaners over. The living room table, chairs, and carpets are covered in blood. The girls are going to freak, I better get over there."

Heading out the door, Eric hoped he'd get there in time.


Meanwhile....

Danny arrived at home, and found the place quiet. Knowing Natalia was still sleeping, he tiptoed into the bedroom. Looking at her naked in his bed, in nothing but a sheet, that revealed her thigh, he stripped out of his clothes and crawled in beside her.

Tracing the outline of her neck with his lips. She began to purr.

"Mmmmm...Danny, you're home."

"I am Nat. I missed you like crazy, your smile, your warmth, your voice, but most of all your beautiful body against mine."

Turning into his arms, he could see the passionate look.

"Love me Danny. Touch me in the spots you know will make me cry out my love to you." she whispered

"Anything for you Nat. I'd give you the world if I could."

Laying her back against the cool sheets, he used his fingertips to trace along her sexy toes, her calve's, her thighs, till her passed her hips, reaching her already swollen breasts.

Watching her expression as she curled her fingers into the pillow, he lowered his lips and began caressing her thighs with little kisses, as she spasmed and rocked.

"Please Danny....I need to feel you inside my soul."

"I know Nat, I promise you will. But I have this need to drive you insane first."

Continuing his gentle teasing, he had Nat burning through the morning light.


When Eric arrived at the Beach House, he could hear the girls crying, and Mackenzie trying to calm them.

Opening the door, Sara seen Eric come in. Crying in tears, she ran into Eric's arms, and squeezed the life out of him.

"Hey there Peanut. It's okay. Calm down, where's your sisters?"

"They's with mama in the kitchen. Sharon no like the blood , she screamed and cried like me. I no want to be here Eric, please, take me home."

"Shhh!!! Okay Peanut. "

Carrying her into the kitchen he kissed Mackenzie.

"Listen sweetheart. How about you take the girls for ice cream. While you are gone I'll pack everything up and have it shipped to your new home."

"Oh Eric. I can't ask you to do that. You've been working all night. I won't allow it."

"Well that my dear is too bad. What do you girls think? Ice cream or cleaning?"

"Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream"....they all yelled.

"Fine Eric, you win this round. Let's go girls, ice cream it is."

As the girls headed to the car, Mackenzie grabbed Eric, and smartly kissed him on the mouth.

"See you soon?"

"You will love. Just remember to bring the girls to the new place."

"I will Eric, see you soon."
 
Once Eric had his sister's old place in order, and Mackenzie's furniture set up, he headed upstairs to check on the guys who were putting in new Princess beds for the girls. As he walked by each room he seen the girls names on each of their doors.

As he thought to himself, he remembered his sister telling him that one day he would find a use for the money she had left him. He knew in his heart his sister would be proud of what he had done for Mackenzie and her girls.

Looking into Sara's room he seen the beautiful pink frilly canopy and sheets on the Princess bed, that played off the light pink walls with flower boarders. Moving on to Sharon's room, her canopy was done in baby blues, with powder blue walls and blue flower boarder. Smiling to himself he checked on Shannon's room. He remembered Shannon telling him she loved yellow. So her room of couse, he had done in yellow.

"Hey Eric? We are done with Mackenzie's room."

"Great job guys, how much do I owe you?"

Passing Eric the bill, he smiled.

"Not as bad as I thought. Writting the guys a check they left.


At the Ice Cream store, Sharon asked....

"Mommy, are we still going to have to share a room in our new home?"

"I'm not sure love, I've never seen Eric's sisters house. Would it matter if you did?"

"No mommy, I don'ts mind. Why was there blood all over our old house?"

"Well sweetie, daddy hurt himself really bad, and I just didn't have the chance to clean up."

"Is that why daddy died?"

"It is sweetheart. Why are you missing daddy?"

As she watched her daughters response, she knew what was coming.

"No!! I don't miss daddy mommy, he was always so mean. Especially to Sara, he always called her stupid cause she never talked."

Mackenzie looked shocked, she wasn't aware with what had been going on.

"Sweetheart, what else did daddy say to Sara?"

Putting her head down she whispered...."nothing mama."

Mackenzie didn't want to push her daughter to much, but she was slowly begining to realize why Sara wouldn't talk alot.

"Sara, don't you want your ice cream?"

Shaking her head no, she continued to play with it.

"Do you want to go see Eric, and our new home?"

Shaking her head yes, Mackenzie paid the bill and they left.
 
He had her on the boat. He was seducing her, drugging her, drowning her teenage body into the world of unforbidden desires. With each of her screams across the open sea, brought him one step closer to releasing himself, before the kill.

Taking his empty bottle, he placed it beside her already broken body, teasing her, scaring her, letting her know he was not ready to kill her yet. As her screams finally become silent, he knew she was now ready to be killed. Taking his diamond head spear, he stabbed it straight threw her heart. Sowly pulling it out, he seen the little heart shaped spear he left behind.

Grabbing the rope, he tied her up, dropped her into the water, attaching her onto the blades. Leaving her there, he cleaned up the yacht, got rid of any evidence, started the boat and sped it back to shore.



Meanwhile.....

Mac was getting everything ready, to be released with daughter and wife.

"Good morning Mr.& Mrs.Taylor, I have a few rules for you both."

"We know, no making love for six weeks, no strainuous exercise...."

"Stella. There is more. We had to give you a partial hysterectomy, there will be no more Taylor's in the future."

"I know that Doc. It's not a shock to us, and besides we have enough Taylor's to carry on our line."

"I guess you do,don't you?" she laughed.

"Hey Stella, can you do me a favour when you get home?"

"Sure, what is it Jen?"

"Can you see if Marie and the kids have arrived yet?"

"Of course I can. We'll see you guys tomorrow when you're released."

"Okay, thanks Stella."

"You're welcome. Ready Mac, I'd like to get Michelle home and settled."

When they arrived at home, Michael had everything ready for Michelle.

"There's my beautiful sister. How are you? Look at you, my little sister, such big beautiful eyes you have."

"Dada, can I see the baby?"

"Of course you can, this is your Aunt Michelle."

"No's shes not, shes only a baby. A baby can't be an Auntie?"

"Yes she can MJ. Grandpa and Grandma had another baby. Making her our sister, and yours and Caroline's Aunt."

"I know understand daddy. I hafta call her Auntie?"

"No son, you can call her Michelle, I'm sure she'd like that."

"Okay dada, can I holds her?"

"I'll tell you what MJ. You let papa put her down for a nap, and then when she wakes, I'll help you hold her."

"Okay dada. Thank you, I go play now."

After he ran into the den, Stella asked.

"Michael, where is Mackenzie and the girls?"

"They are moving into their new home."

"What new home, I thought Scott left them nothing?"

"He did mom. But it seems Eric has taken quite a liking to her, and the kids. So he offered her his sisters house, she left him when she died."

"Are you talking Marisol?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing son. It just seems aweful generous."

"Come on mom. You can't be that over the hill not to understand. Eric is falling for her, and her girls. I mean Sara is crazy about him, follows him everywhere, and he even gets her to talk."

"Were you aware of this Mac?"

"A little, but I wans't sure how serious they were. I'll keep an eye on them love."

You don't have anything against him, do you mom?"

"No son. It's just your sister lost her husband only a few days ago."

"Mom, you don't need to worry. It's not as if they are running off to get married."

"Oooooh....I need to lay down."

Walking upstairs, Stella hoped Eric was indeed the one to bring her daughter true happiness.
 
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