CSI:NY How Does Your Garden Grow

Get You In

Chapter 36: Get You In

It was pitch-black in their bedroom, when both of their phones started buzzing. They both dove for their separate night stands, despite having been tangled up in each other and the covers. "Ow!" Don howled as Gus accidentally kicked him.

"Sorry, what the hell is going on?" she said, swearing as she fumbled with her phone and dropped it directly into the cup of water sitting beside it. "Guess you'll have to fill me in," she grumbled as the screen of her phone turned black.

"He was what? When? You've got to be kidding me! Yeah, thanks for calling Jo, we'll be right there." Don hung up, grabbing at the clothes Gus was already pulling out for him.

He looked at her, seeing the worry in her eyes. "Sunshine, take a seat would you, and nobody is dead." Gus nodded, complying as she saw the concern in his eyes. "Sometime after Mac finished processing the VIP room, he got kidnapped."

"He got what?" she yelped.

"He got dumped and found a pay phone. Jo picked him up and he is back at the precinct. He refused medical treatment, but Jo wants me to take his statement ASAP. She figured you would be along for the ride, but told me to remind you family members shouldn't interview each other."

"Fine," Gus grumbled.

Gus watched from across the table as Jo processed her uncle and Don took his statement. Every time she opened her mouth or made a noise, one of the three looked at her. "Why am I even here?" she finally snapped.

"Because I know you would thinking the worst case scenario until you saw I was fine, Gussie," Mac said, looking at her pointedly.

"You were tased, kidnapped, dumped in an abandoned building and warned off the case; that doesn't seem fine to me!" she protested.

Mac tried to remain passive, knowing his niece was not going to like his next statement. "Speaking of that last bit, I don't want you working this case anymore. Go back up to Special Vics," he ordered.

Gus looked at Jo and Don to make sure she wasn't having a stroke and was hearing him correctly. They both avoided her eyes. "You can't seriously think-"

Mac held up his hand, "As Flack said, whoever did this must have balls and I don't want them making a connection between us and using it to their advantage. You aren't working this case, I will make it a direct order if I need to, Augusta."

She knew there was no arguing, he had that look in his eye. "Fine, can I least stay until you're finished here?"

"We might be finished here now," Jo remarked, pointing to the clear imprint of a license plate she had discovered on Mac's shirt. "It's all the little details that criminals forget about, just one little thing and we nail them. I love this job!" she said excitedly.

It was relatively quiet in special vics, except for Gus pacing and fidgeting, waiting to hear something from anyone on the team about the case, hating that she was once again on the outside.

Doyle was not happy about her working on her comp time. "I was expecting you would take the time to find a frigging wedding dress or something, Broussard!"

"I got some wedding planning done, Jimmy, thanks for your concern," she said with a glower, "my uncle's fine after being kidnapped as well."

"It will take a lot more than that to fell Mac Taylor," Doyle smirked before giving her a look. "No overtime for you, I mean it Broussard, and no working off the clock. If I have to start taking your creds and gun at the end of shift, I will. You're getting married, you need to learn work-life balance."