False Accusations || Don

Don pulled out his gun and looked at Stella. "ANSTON FERNANDEZ, NYPD, OPEN THE DOOR!!!" he yelled, waiting for a response of some sort.

Anston came to the door, opening it for the two detectives and looking expectantly at them. "Yes? How can I help this fine city's police force today?"

Don had his gun pointed at Anston Fernandez. "We got a few questions we need to ask u, u got a sec?" he asked, looking over at Stella.

Anston nodded. "Sure, fire away, Detectives,"he said, leaning casually against the door frame.

Don holstered his gun. "Ok I'm not playing around ok? We found your car parked outside Detective Taylor's apartment. Care to tell us what the hell it was doing there? Not to mention I found Detective Taylor beat up, bruised, coughing up blood. U know anything about that?" he asked.

Anston simply sighed and shook his head. "That's a real fucking shame,"he murmured. "I do hope Taylor's going to be ok?" It was such a theatrical act the Stella couldn't help but scoff. "Shut the fuck up, cut the show, ok? We know you were involved; you've got a history with the gang that goes back to the damn Stone Age. Start talking before I rip your throat out. And I promise you won't be lookin' so pretty in the next five minutes either way, jackass!"she snapped impatiently.

Don nodded in agreement with Stella. "Ok u seem like a cooperative guy, and I'm being pretty flexible with u right now and I want u to tell us what u were doing at Detective Taylor's apartment. I may be a stubborn ass sometimes but when it comes to friends like Detective Taylor, that's when my patience hits an all time low. We can do this at the Precinct if you're not willing to cooperate. Your call, Fernandez." he said.

Anston sighed and stood up from his leaning posture. "Do it here, do it there. But is still don't change that I didn't touch Taylor. But I've got names if you're interested? Two of the hitters were there...No, three were. I apologize. You're lookin' for Derek, Brandt, and Randy. Those were the three there.

Don nodded. "Ok and where can we find Derek, Brandt, and Randy, Fernandez?" he asked. He still couldn't believe Fernandez wasn't involved in the mugging of Mac, so he had to ask. "Ok u just told us u had nothing to do with attacking Detective Taylor, so how the hell do u explain your vehicle being at his apartment? Your boys steal it without u knowing? Hmm?" 

"240 West Brooklyn,"Anston answered the first question. "That's their hangout. And you may say it's contradictory, but I drove. Alright? I didn't know what the hell the full plan was, but I sure's hell didn't touch Taylor. I staid in the car."

Don shook his head. "You're just as guilty as they are, u son of a bitch. You're an accomplice. And don't think u aren't because u are, u feel me? Come on, put your hands behind your back, u filthy scum. I'm done playing your games!!" he snapped, as he tightened the cuffs on Fernandez.

Anston didn't protest at all. He knew full well he was an accomplice as charged. He had run out of reasons for fighting with cops. It was just a damn waste of time and energy now, especially if the fight was with a cop like Taylor. He knew from experience Taylor could take an insult and a punch just as well as he could return it.

Don stared at Fernandez and said, "Next time u feel like messing with cops, make sure it's like on a video game, not real life. U got that?" he asked.

Anston nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, Detective Flack."

Don took Fernandez to PD and booked him. He had all the information he needed to nail the sons of bitches that mugged Mac. "240 West Brooklyn. Interesting part of town. Very clean, safe, hell, I'd live there if I could." he said sarcastically, looking over at Stella.

Stella frowned and nodded. "Ready to play dirty?"she asked.

Don nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, Stell. Let's mess with their heads." he said.

Stella nodded. "Let's do it,"she said, turning on her heels and heading out for her truck.

Don nodded and got into the car with Stella. "I can't believe these scumbags would do this crap to Mac, u know?" he asked.

Stella sighed and shook her head as she started the truck. "I can see it. Unfortunately. It's pretty obvious why they went after him if you think about. He's one of the greatest assets to our team and the NYPD as a whole and he, not to mention the rest of us, has definitely rubbed a few guys the wrong way. They definitely had reason enough to want him dead if you think about it,"she said, almost regretting pointing out the truth.

Don sighed. "We're all capable of doing our jobs just as well as Mac, Stella. We piss people off just as well as he does. I don't see it, not yet, but I'm hoping we'll get the truth out of these guys." he said.

Stella sighed and nodded. "Yeah. They better tell the truth."

Don and Stella arrived at the address. Don grabbed his gun and phone and looked to Stella. "Let's do this." he said, placing an extra clip in his gun and checking it. They approached the door and got in position. "NYPD, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!!!!" Don yelled, putting his head to the door, waiting for an answer of some sort.

Stella stood beside him, gun in hand. She stood ready in case anything happened.

Don heard some noise in the warehouse. He quickly reacted. "Stella they're headed out the back!!" he said, running to the back of the warehouse.