Disclaimer: I don't own any CSI: NY characters. The original characters are all mine.

--This kind of is a sequel to a story I wrote in high school. The characters from that story appear in this one. That story is actually pretty dumb looking back, and you really don't need to read that one to read this one I just thought I would share that little tidbit.--

Sheldon stepped out of the party he was attending and onto the outside stairs. He noticed a young woman sitting on the stairs looking out into the city. Her back was to him and he saw her heels sitting next to her. Her dark hair was swooped up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a dark blue dress.

"You're not out here for a smoke. Are you escaping?" Sheldon inquired as he walked up behind the woman.

She turned and smiled at him. "Escaping, I'm not one for big parties."

Sheldon looked out at the view. "Me, either. My name's Sheldon," he reached his hand down to her as he stood next to the railing behind her.

"I'm Jazelle, it's nice to meet you."

"You, too. So, what are you doing here if you hate parties?"

"I have to be here, you?"

"I got invited by some friends, and couldn't say no."

"Jazelle, we need you inside," a man said in a stern tone from the doorway behind them.

"Ok," she told the man and he disappeared back inside. She looked at Sheldon. "I'm sorry, I have to go back inside." She grabbed her heels and slipped them back onto her feet. She stood and smiled at Sheldon. "I'll see you later."

"It was nice meeting you," Sheldon told her as she walked past him.

Jazelle turned back and smiled with her hand on the door handle. "You, too."

Sheldon lingered in the landing for a while before he decided to go back inside. He decided he wanted to leave; he didn't have much reason to stay. He made his way through the crowd looking for Stella, Lindsay, and Danny. But before he could get to his friends, he heard the introduction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Miss Jazelle Clark," the man left the stage area and she came out with a violin in hand. She sat down in a chair and lifted the violin to her shoulder. A man and woman with cellos sat down behind her. Jazelle began a song and the cellos were low in the background.

Sheldon watched in admiration from his spot in the middle of the crowd. He wasn't expecting the woman he had met to be the entertainment for the evening. She was beautiful with her dark hair and hazel eyes. She had a serious yet serene look on her face as she played. He was entranced by her.

When Sheldon was leaving the building an hour later he was getting into the elevator and he heard someone call to hold the elevator. Sheldon stopped the doors from closing and Jazelle stepped into the elevator.

"Well, well, Sheldon I'm starting to think you're stalking me," Jazelle commented with a smile.

"You stepped onto this elevator after I was already here."

"True, true. So, you're headed home alone? Where are your friends?"

"They decided to stay a little longer. You were great by the way."

"Thanks. I haven't played in a while, but a friend asked me to play his party so I brushed up on my music and here I am."

The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and they stepped out into the lobby. "Would you maybe want to grab some coffee or a drink?"

"Yeah, that would be nice. There's a coffee shop a couple blocks down from here."

They walked out of the coffee shop and out to the street. They agreed that it was a nice enough night to walk to the coffee shop. Sheldon offered to carry Jazelle's violin and she accepted. The two of them chatted casually as they walked down the sidewalk. She mentioned to him that playing violin was not her job, but that she was a secretary at a boarding school during the day. She told him she had taught music for a while but had decided she needed a change. While sitting in the coffee shop Sheldon told her about his job as a crime scene investigator. She sipped tea as he talked and he sipped a coffee while she talked about herself.

"Did you grow up in the city?" Sheldon asked her then leaned back in his chair.

"No, actually I moved around a lot when I was younger. I lived in LA for a while. But the longest was in Albany with my aunt and uncle."

"What about your parents?"

Jazelle looked down then back up at him with a forced smile. "My mom died when I was four of breast cancer. Then when I was sixteen my dad died in a plane crash. I went to live with my aunt and uncle after that. My dad was a record executive and that's why we moved a lot. He would go on tour with different bands."

"Sorry, about your parents."

"Thanks."

"When did you start playing the violin?"

Jazelle's face lit up with the question. "My dad bought me a violin when I was six, and I've been playing ever since. Well, I have times when I get away from it, but I love it too much to just walk away forever." She yawned. "Sorry, it's pretty late. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, if you are. I'm pretty tired too." Sheldon got up from the table and Jazelle led him out of the coffee shop. They made their way to the curb to get Jazelle a cab.

"So, I'm heading to Soho, what about you?" Jazelle asked him.

"I'm going all the way up to Harlem."

Jazelle reached in her purse and dug out a business card. "Here's my card, give me a call some time for coffee or a drink or dinner." She handed him the card.

Sheldon glanced at the card and smiled at Jazelle. "I'll definitely do that. This was fun."

Jazelle smiled. "I had fun, too." She walked to the edge of the curb and waved down a cab; it took a couple to pass before one stopped at the curb. She opened the door but stopped and turned to look at Sheldon. "You're gonna call, right? I mean I didn't get my signals crossed, did I?"

Sheldon chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll call."