Clip Clop, clip clop, clip clop. The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the pavement echoed loudly through the quiet night as the older couple sat in the back of the carriage, enjoying the night ahead of them.

"This is perfect dear." The woman said as she held onto her husband's arm as he looked at his wife of thirty five years.

She looked the same as when they had married, still as beautiful as ever.

"Thank you honey. I thought you'd like this. Happy anniversary." He said as he leaned over and kissed her softly.

The carriage driver shot a glance back quickly at the couple as a small smile tugged on his lips.

Wasn't often he heard of couples staying married for this long anymore. It was nice to see.

He turned around as he hurried the horses on, the carriage quickly making it's way though the park.

Suddenly two gunshots rang out as the horse's whinnied and he pulled tightly on the reigns to control them.

"Woah, easy there. Easy." The carriage rider said soothingly as he pulled over and pulled them to a stop.

"What the hellsa matter with people. Friggin gangs." He muttered to himself as he turned around.

"Sir, Ma'm, I . . .oh my go. . ." His eyes widened in shock as the couple was slumped over in the carriage, two bullet holes through their foreheads as their eyes gazed down vacantly.

"Oh shit. . ." The carriage driver jumped off the carriage as he whipped out his cell phone and dialled 911. . .

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"Hey Angell. What have we got?" Mac asked her as him and Stella ducked under the crime scene tape and headed towards her.

Angell's back had been turned to them as she had been interviewing the carriage driver and she turned around, shutting her small black notepad as she made her way over.

"Hey guys. Dead couple, a Mr and Mrs. Davidson. Look to be in mid fifties. They were taking a carriage ride for their 35th wedding anniversary when our carriage driver heard gunshots. Pulled over and when he turned around, discovered his customers had been shot." Angell said.

"That's one way to end a carriage ride." Stella said softly as her and Mac headed over to the black carriage.

"Angell, can you talk to the driver and tell him to get us his route? If we can pin point where they were when they were shot, we can go around canvassing the area, see if they were any more witnesses around." Mac said as Angell nodded and went back to talk to the carriage driver.

Mac and Stella stopped by the carriage as Stella pulled out her camera and started snapping pictures of the scene.

"Looks like two bullets, through and through." Stella said as examined the back of the carriage.

"Here's two holes. Judging by the tearing in the fabric, gunshots came through the back. The couple never saw it coming." Mac said softly.

"Hey Mac." Angell called out as she walked over.

"Driver says the gunshots were fired around ten. Says they were just passing the park." Angell said.

"Alright, thanks." Mac said.

"Who would want to take out an couple on their anniversary?" Angell said quietly as she looked at the vic's.

"That is what we are going to find out." Mac said as him and Stella began processing the scene.

After a couple hours, they finished with the scene. There hadn't been a whole to collect, other then the carriage back, the two victims and two bullets.

"I'm going to take this stuff back to the lab. Stella, why don't you and Angell canvess the area, see if you can find anyone hanging around last night." Mac said as Stella and Angell both nodded as Mac walked away.

"Well this will be fun." Stella said with fake enthusiasm.

"Welcome to my life." Angell said wryly as Stella laughed and the two women walked away.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in New York City. . .

"Flack, what have we got?" Danny asked as Flack turned around to see Danny, Lindsay and Hawkes duck under the crime scene tape and enter the apartment.

"Hey guys. I know the vic. She's over here." Flack said softly as he led them over to the body.

"What? Who is she Flack?" Lindsay asked in concern as the walked over to the dead female.

She was lying facedown in the middle of the apartment, dressed in a grey t-shirt, black shorts, and wearing running shoes. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and there was a knife sticking out of her back.

"Her name is Kelly Ross, 19. She was applying to the force. Saw her in the station, made some small talk." Flack said as Hawkes was taking pictures of the body. After he was done, he crouched down beside her and examined her.

"Looked like she was ready for a jog. . I think it's safe to rule out robbery as a motive. Look, her IPod is lying a few feet away." Danny said as he looked at the small silver IPod. There was a blood smear on the back and he took out his camera, snapped a picture before swabbing the smear.

"We've got defensive wounds on her forearms and fingers. Might have some DNA here." Hawkes said as he pulled out a swab, holding out her right hand as he carefully swabbed underneath her nails.

"Looks like the attacker slashed at her arms as she held them up to protect her face." Hawkes said as he held up one of her forearms to show three large gashes.

He then turned his attention to the knife as he carefully pulled it out of her back.

"Stab wound directionality is downwards." He said.

"Her back was turned and they stabbed her in the back." Danny said.

"She must have been running to get away." Lindsay added softly.

"She was only 19. . .Flack, think she would have made it?" Danny asked as Flack nodded.

"Yeah Danny. She was young but really good. Told me she passed the fitness part, interviews, everything. She was just waitin to hear back. I know she would have made it. Knew more stuff then most cops who've been on for years." Flack said with a small smile.

"We should look into other applicants. Maybe someone killed her so they could get in ahead of her." Lindsay said as she walked around the apartment, looking at everything in sight.

"Small place, but it's in a nice part of the city. Wonder how she affords it.' Lindsay mused as she looked around.

There was a small kitchen to the right, a small living room to the left. As she walked towards the back of the apartment, it narrowed into a small hallway and a doorway to the right which led into a small bedroom, a door on the left leading to the bathroom.

Lindsay entered the bedroom as she looked around, a small smile on her face.

Clothes were strewn everywhere on the floor, the floor barely visible from the amount of clothes piled on it. Reminded her when she first living on her own.

There were posters hanging on the walls, most of them of bands.

The walls were a white, a small mattress lying on the floor, pressed against the back wall to the left of the room.

Sheets were lying tousled on the bed as there was also a small desk to the right of the door, a laptop on it as well as a cell phone and a regular phone that was charging.

Lindsay looked at the phone in the room as she pressed the answering machine button, listening to the message.

"Miss Ross? This is Detective Ron Styles from the NYPD. Congratulations, you got the job. When you get this, just give us a call back and we'll go from there." Lindsay felt a little sad as she listened to the message, knowing that Kelly wouldn't be calling back. She had had a life, a job lined up at such a young age and her life had been taken before it'd even begun.

"Linds, got something?" She snapped out of her thinking to see Danny walk in.

"Hey you okay?" He asked in concern as he noticed the look on her face.

"Yeah, it's just she was so young. Listen Danny." Lindsay said softly as she played back the message.

"She got the job. . .we should get Flack to talk to Styles. See what he can tell us about her." Danny said as Lindsay nodded.

"Checked her computer yet?" He asked.

"Was about to." Lindsay replied as they looked at the laptop as Danny opened up her email that had been minused.

They looked at the latest few emails, a few from some friends, a few from the department.

"Look here. She had a boyfriend. Looks like Adam Davidson." Danny said.

"Yeah and judging by the email, doesn't look like things were going so well with them." Lindsay said.

"Looks like we're goin to need to pay Mr. Davidson a little vist then." Danny said.