False Accusations || Don

Don shook his head and took one last glance at the jackasses before they were locked up in their prison cell. "They may have their minds set to their goal but we as cops are smarter than them, Mac. They just like to screw with us." he said.

Mac nodded. "I'm going to call it a day. Keep an eye on Brad for me, ok?"

Don nodded. "I'm gonna finish a few more things at the Precinct and then head home myself." he said.

Mac nodded. "I'll call you if anything suspicious catches my attention."

Don nodded. "Sounds good, I'll call u if anything goes wrong with Brad. Hopefully that's not gonna be the case." he said.

Mac nodded, eyes dark in anticipation. "Got it. See you tomorrow."

Don nodded back. "U got it, Mac. U ready Brad? I got a play station, we can play Madden 2K13 if u want." he said, offering him a smile.

Brad nodded and returned the smile. "Bet I can best you if you've got any race games,"he challenged.

Meanwhile, Mac headed home. He couldn't help but think over what the suspects had wanted him of. If Brad got hurt in this, he would not be able to forgive himself.

Don smiled. "I got all the racing games u can thnk of, Brad. I'll let u look through 'em and u can pick out the ones u wanna play. Sound good?" he asked.

Brad grinned. "Sounds good to me!"he agreed.

Don put his hand on Brad's back and tried to get the young teen to open up a bit more. Don had his way with kids, he loved them, and he would definitely make a great father someday, for sure. "So tell me, what do u think of Detective Taylor? Pretty bad ass huh?" he asked.

Brad smirked a bit. "I like him, he's a good guy. I never expected anyone to show as much respect for me as he did when I was suspected of that murder. But...you guys, all of you...you let me tell my story and believed in me."

Don smiled. "That's the nature of our job. Just because we found your DNA doesn't necessarily mean you're automatically guilty. That's what we're trained to do. We were trained to not judge. Once we hear the stories, then that's when we make the call. Your story was legit. U weren't lying to us, u shoulda seen those three scumbags that were in that interrogation room. They were lying to our faces. Trying to make u to be the one that set up the attack on Detective Taylor. Your alibi checked out. Don't u worry though ok? Now that Detective Taylor has full on custody of u, u have nothing to worry about. He'll protect u, and u can always come to me if you're ever in trouble ok? I want u to know that." he said.

Brad nodded and smiled a bit. "Thanks, Detective Flack,"he said.

Mac tossed his keys to the counter with an exhausted sigh. He pulled his holster from his belt and laid it with his keys, looking over his shoulder sharply at a noise. He almost instantly told himself that it was nothing and the long day of work had wore off on him...but that noise wasn't something he was accustomed to hearing at home...He turned on his heels and, pulling his phone out and leaving it on the table, started to look around.

"I'm gonna call Mac and see if things are alright. What would u say if I asked u if u wanted to stop by his place? Would u rather do that or try to kick my butt in video games?" Don asked.

Brad grinned. "I'd rather try to whoop you butt!"he replied with a laugh.

Mac should've known, should've expected the gang to try something. Instead, the blow to the back of his from behind him surprised him and sent him to the floor. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he tried to get a hold of what just happened and then the sedative they'd given him set in and he didn't have the chance to work out how to get away.

Don smiled. "Sounds good. Let's see what u got." he said as he pulled out his phone and called Mac.

"Shit,"one of the guys growled. The other one looked over at him. "Fuck it! Let's just take him in the trunk,"he suggested. "They'll see us leave, dumbass,"the first one growled, pulling a knife out. "We'll have to make this quick!"

Don got Mac's voicemail. "Dammit, something's not right. Mac's not picking up his phone. We gotta go to his place and check on him. I'm hoping that damn gang didn't abduct him or anything. Come on, you're coming with me, Brad." he said. Don hopped in his car and rushed to Mac's apartment. His truck was there and his lights were on. Don pulled out his gun, he had seen an unfamiliar car parked by Mac's place. "Brad, u recognize that vehicle?" he asked. "NYPD, OPEN UP!!!" Don gave Brad the keys. "Get in the car and lock the doors, u got it?" he asked. "I'm gonna run the plates to this car and see what I can find." he said. He then knocked on the door again. "NYPD, OPEN THE DOOR!!!!" No answer. Don kicked open the door. "Mac, holy shit, who did this to u?" he asked.

Brad had shook his head. He didn't recognize the vehicle. Mac bit back a groan from the pain if the injuries. "The gang,"he managed, coughing up a mouthful of blood and wincing. He didn't know that much...the sedative had kept him quiet...for the most part. "I think there was two of them..."

Don sighed. "The gang that we locked up today? How the hell did they get out? They injected u with a sedative. I'm calling Stella." he said, pulling out his phone. "Stell, I need u to do me a favor. Run this license plate for me. Black Chevy compact car, license plate number 3CU IMV."

"Got it,"Stella said, not even questioning it. Mac shook his head a bit with a wince. "I don't know...,"he muttered in response, teeth gritted as another wave of pain hit him head on.

"This is Detective Flack. Get me an ambulance at 230 East 21st Street right away." Don said to the dispatcher.

"Brad,"Mac suddenly remembered. "Brad...is he ok?"he asked, concerned as he looked up at Don, still on the floor, too hurt to get up on his own.

Don nodded. "He's fine. He's in the car, with the doors locked." he said.