Pieces

by Xaegha

“Yeah. Yeah it is.” Stella snarled. He is dead. DEAD. Sometimes, people don't change as fast as you want them to. DL LindsayMarty friendship. Less FLackOC now, more MartyOC. Pre, during and post Sleight Out of Hand.

1. Preface

Let's get one thing off the bat, I own nothing. If I did, Danny would be mine :D Yum. This is only a preface of sorts. The story: DL and FlackOC. Takes place six months or so after Sleight Out Of Hand. Starts out happy. Well, sorta happy. Then it starts getting really angsty. Some of it will be OOC. So, without further ado, I present-

Introductions

Alright, just go through the door. Everything will be okay. One foot, then the other. To the door! Rhiana Shafer mentally psyched herself up for her first day of work. Oh, who am I kidding? This is going to go terrible. I should just go back home… NO! I've worked too hard to get out of there, never EVER going to go back. I can do this.

"New York crime lab. How can I help you?" The perky, blonde receptionist asked.

"I'm looking for Detective Taylor."

"Alright, hold on a moment and I'll ask him if he can see you, Ms…?"

"It's Dr." The receptionist threw her a look that clearly said that she didn't care, "Doctor Rhiana Shafer. I'm the new CSI." Rhiana said impatiently, Eesh, would it kill you to be a slightly less… Vampirish? Just call the man!

"Well, Dr. Shafer," the receptionist said glaring pointedly at her, "Detective Taylor isn't in at the moment, but you can go wait in his office. Go to the third floor, third office on the right."

Rhiana nodded thanks, threw her bag over her shoulder and walked towards the elevator and into her new life.