Title: Stand Your Ground

Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction piece of writing, so please take it easy on me! Suggestions and comments are always welcome! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or CSI:NY.

CSI: New York

Stand Your Ground

Chapter 1

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" Mac groaned. It was 5:22 a.m.. His cell phone was ringing. "Another case, this early in the morning?" Mac wondered. He had left the lab after

working two shifts a little under 3 hours ago. He wanted to keep working, but Stella had forced him to go home and sleep, and he knew better than to argue with her. He

hadn't realized how tired he actually was until he was in the elevator on his way to his apartment. He had almost fallen asleep listening to the peaceful elevator music. He

picked up his phone. It was Flack.

"Taylor" He said.

"Hey Mac, its Flack, we have a homicide at an abandoned warehouse."

"Did you already call Stella?" Mac replied, "You know she's on shift right now."

"Yeah, I did, but I think we need more hands. It's a messy scene." Flack replied.

Mac sighed. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Thanks Mac" Flack replied, appreciative that he would have experienced hands working on the case.

Mac showered and got dressed in under 10 minutes, he was used to being timed. The Marines had taught him to use his time wisely. He even had time to grab a bagel on his

way out the door.

Flack hadn't exaggerated. There was blood everywhere. That was the first thing Mac had noticed as he entered the abandoned warehouse where their DB had been found.

Stella was at his side.

Mac glanced around. Flack was questioning a homeless man who had stumbled upon the body while searching for a place to sleep for the night.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone suspicious?"

"I told ya already! It was dark and I was looking for a place to sleep! I didn't see nothing!" The man replied.

"You're free to go, but stay close." Flack warned. "Real piece-a-work" Flack muttered. "You guys ready to start processing?" Flack questioned, relieved the CSI's had

finally showed up. He was tired of questioning every homeless person who surrounded the warehouse.

"Vic's name is Ashley Jameson. Twenty-two." Flack explained. "ID was found in her pocket. Parents are being informed as we speak." Mac nodded.

"Body or perimeter?" Mac asked his partner,

"I think I'll take the perimeter on this one." Stella replied. "Too much blood" Stella thought. She had seen many gruesome scenes over the past years, but every once in a

while, there would be one that would get to her. "How can a person do that to another human being?" She grimaced.

"Okay, but remember to photograph everything, who knows what's evidence with all this blood."

"This isn't my first crime scene, Mac."

"I know, Stella, I just want to catch this guy."

Mac bent down, examining the body. She was female, pretty, mid-twenties. No wedding ring. A pool of blood had formed under her head. Lacerations covered her face

along with several bruises around her wrists. "She must have been bound, and judging by the amount of blood spatter, tortured." Mac thought to himself. He began to snap

photos of her body position and different contusions and bruises that covered her body.

Meanwhile, Stella had begun to photograph the scene. A chair was laying on its side, blood still dripping lazily off the legs. A strand of rope was laying on the floor. She

picked it up and placed it in an evidence bag. She began to scan the floor, looking for anything out of place. She bent down, examining a pipe, covered in blood. "Mac," she

called, "check this out!"

Mac walked over and knelt beside her. "This might be the weapon that was used on her head." Mac replied. "We'll know for sure what the cause of death is when Sid opens her up."

They went back to their processing. Three hours later, they left, satisfied that they had found all the evidence left at the scene. They watched as the coroner brought out the

body, then began to load their evidence into the SUV.

"Back to the Lab" Mac thought.