Unknown Visitor

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Title: Unknown Visitor
Author: cghardy (For Fanfiction people, celticgothhardy)
Rating: I say it's PG, swearing and very slight gore for those that know the episode.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series, or any of the characters, or know any of the people. Unless they're my reviewers or commentators, which is highly unlikely.
Summary: He didn't know her and he didn't know why he could see her but no one else could. (A supernatural twist on Taxi.)(Part of it could also be a missing scene from the episode.)
AN: I'm making this exclusive to LiveJournal and please comment.
Second AN: The posting thing is being annoying. So sorry on having to click on the link to get to the story.

She was in the shadows. He was focusing on the frame of the door, feeling the knife being drawn across his neck. Who is she? Why isn't she helping? He was laid back, positioned for the man so he could come back and finish him. Things started phasing out and he noticed her next to the computer. "You write pretty good. Your mom's proud of ya," she told him. Her voice sounded far off to him, but then everything was sounding pretty far off.

He croaked, "Who..."

"Try not talking. They're going to be here soon and you're going to be fine." She was over by the window, taking in a view. "I take that back. They're here now." She looked over at him. He wasn't breathing very deeply and his eyes were closed. "Oh no," she mumbled, "Don't die, don't die. Mac won't be able to handle another death, especially yours."

She was kneeling beside him, whispering things in his left ear. She noticed Stella coming into the room, but she didn't notice her. Thankfully, I'm used to it. She watched Stella call Mac on the radio and she moved back when Mac rushed into the room. "Reed, don't die on me, come on," he whispered. She heard the anguish in his voice. I'm sorry I couldn't help him, Mac. She didn't see his sight above him, so she hoped that he was going to be all right. Could always follow to make sure.

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He didn't wake up for a while. She attributed it to the traumatic experience he had just been through and the blood lost. She stood to the back while Mac had a front row seat to the bed. He really loves this kid. Haven't seen that in a while. She also noticed that he didn't go back to the crime scene; he called Stella and put her in charge. His vest was on the floor and he was in a semi-conscious state. Which made her wary because Danny had seen her a couple of times while he did that and she didn't want to scare anyone.

When he did wake up, Mac was a little caring. Maybe Peyton helped him out. Then he went into the questions. Gee, Mac, why don't you just bring the guy in here? It would be better than making him relive it. She shook her head as he continued. She noticed his eyes flickering over to her during the conversation. She waited until Mac took a break to go get some water. "Still see me?" she asked. He nodded. She still sounds far off. "That's kind of weird. No one else has been able to see me while they're fully conscious. Danny's caught me a couple of times. He was half-asleep while watching this marathon on guys blowing up stuff."

He laughed, moaning at the movement of the air in his throat. He noticed Mac's notebook was still on the table. He grabbed it and wrote down what he was thinking. "Who are you?"

"I'm an old collegue of Mac's." His face took on an questioning look. "He rightly fired me after I was considering planting evidence on this rapist. They caught him for my murder."

He wrote something more. "I've never heard of you. No one talks about you."

"Mac doesn't like talking about bad parts of his past. You know how bad it was talking about Claire."

He nodded, then wrote something. "You said my mom was proud of me. How do you know?"

"You'll see. I'm betting you'll be seeing me and her a lot more."

His face brightened. I can see Mom. His thought was interrupted by Mac coming back in. "This place doesn't have a good cafeteria," he lamated, sitting back down next to the bed. She moved back to the shadows. He could see her talking, but the person was in full shadow.

Reed weakly smiled. "How come you're not working?"

"I am." He raised an eyebrow. "Until they can get a couple of officers down here to watch the hospital, I'm staying with you. Flack's outside the door. He stood guard when I left to go get something to eat."

"Why are they watching the hospital?"

Mac sighed. "They're not watching the hospital; they're watching you. We didn't catch him at the brewery."

Reed, a little panicked, wrote something that was barely legible. "He's still out there?"

"We don't think he's going to come after you..." Mac started, but Reed started trembling at the thought of the Cabbie Killer.

She walked forward a couple of steps. "What should we do?" she asked the person in shadow.

"Nothing, Mac will take care of it," the other person told her. She looked back at the two. Reed had started hyperventalating. His breathing was hitched and he was crying. He tried to curling into a ball, but the tubes feeding him oxygen were in his way. She had only seen it once, after Louie's attack.

Mac pulled out the tubes and raised him to a sitting position. He sat down on the bed. He pulled Reed close, settling his head on a shoulder and rubbing his back. Reed surprised him by hugging him and moving his head to just under Mac's head. "He's not going to get you here. All right?" he mumbled, bowing his head to keep the words between them.

She knew they needed to be alone, so she walked out of the room. Flack was standing next to the door, facing the opposite way. He was the only one of the team that could see her. He was the one that could see them. Which is why he didn't like the morgue. A lot of them hung around their bodies until the job was finished. "Keep the nurses from going in the room. They need their time together," she said.

He swung his head to her. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping out Reed. PTBs thought I would be a better choice than Claire."

"He can see you?"

"Yep, what I don't get is how."

"Delayed genes. Happened to me, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I remember."

"Don't even, Burn; how much time should I give them?"

She looked back at them, saddness hitting her when she saw Reed still shaking and Mac having to wrap his arms around him to try and calm him down more. "Wait until Reed's asleep."

Flack was watching the scene also. "Does he know who you are, Aiden?"

"Not my name."

"We never told him. Mac kept him away from anything about you or DJ. Even lied so he didn't have to go into the parole hearing that DJ was granted." Flack shook his head at the thought. "I don't know how the slimy bastard even got the possibility of parole with the trial."

Aiden didn't comment. "He's not a little kid."

"No, he's Claire's son. He shouldn't have to be exposed to this stuff."

"Agreed, too bad he wants to know." Aiden caught sight of two officers coming toward Flack. "Looks like you can't wait." Flack bowed his head and walked into the room. Mac looked up and whispered words went between them. After manuevering Reed back on the bed, he looked back up to see her wave and disappear. Poor kid, you have no idea what you're going to have to live with.