Chapter 1
Mac was stood at the arrivals part of the airport nervously. His sister had asked him to look after her daughter, his niece, Danielle for a while, while she was on holiday.
Danielle didn't want to go were her mother was going with her boyfriend, so she was coming to stay in New York with her uncle Mac for a couple of weeks.
Mac stood waiting nervously, looking at the gate she would come through. He hadn't seen her for a while, since she was a little girl, she was about seven, she was now seventeen.
Mac shifted on his feet. He was normally calm, in control, nothing made him nervous, except the thought of having to look after a seventeen year old girl.
He thought again why he had agreed to this, then he remembered his little sister had her ways of getting him to do anything, and being her older brother he would do anything for her.
She had told him it was a good opportunity for him to get to know Danni, and she could practically take care of her self, she had said Danni would probably end up looking after Mac.
Mac had said she wouldn't, it had ended as Mac accepting to take Danni for a couple of weeks and his sister grinning triumphantly on the other end of the line back in Chicago.
The loudspeaker came on over the quiet, almost empty arrivals lounge, and announced the arrival of his nieces flight. He suddenly felt even more nervous.
He hadn't seen her for ten years, they talked on the phone every now and then, and his sister sent him pictures, but he was still nervous.
He saw threw the big glass window as the flight landed.
He saw as it was connected to the corridor that allows people to walk on and off the plane. He watched the passengers get off the plane.
He watched for Danni, he remembered from the latest picture that she was about 5ft5, and had long, jet black straight hair right down her back to about her waist.
It was her latest school photograph so she didn't have her normal clothes or the normal make up she would wear, instead she was smartly dressed in her school uniform, hair neatly up in a pony tail, face free of make up except for the minimum.
He spotted her in the crowd, she looked completely different from the picture.
Her hair was up in two pig tail at the back of her head, the front of her hair was down, framed her face and ran the length of her back, but she had make up that made her eyes look dark, she had dark, chocolate brown eyes, with black eyeliner and mascara making them look darker, but only the minimal, it wasn't on thick making it look a mess.
She wore a red checked skirt with black netted tights and black lace up boots that looked like the boots he had worn while he was in the marines, except hers had bright red and yellow laces, and fire painted up the sides.
She wore a black top up to her neck just below her collarbone, with see through black sleeves.
As she got closer Mac could see she had red, blue, yellow and orange streaks in her jet black hair, and the top of her sleeves came down and covered the back of her hands, the ends of the sleeves were looped over the middle fingers of both her hands.
She had a black back pack slung over her shoulder which was covered in various badges and had graffiti on it with names, Mac assumed they were her friends names or the bands she liked.
She was listening to her MP3 player as she walked, it was attached to the waist band of her skirt, she had one earphone in, the other out so she could hear.
She had purple lipstick on and purple nail varnish. As the crowd dispersed a little she caught sight of her uncle Mac who was stood back nervously waiting for her.
A grin spread across her face as she recognised him and she rushed over to him, she dropped her bag at his feet and hugged him tightly,
'uncle Mac, I've missed you', she told him, Mac smiled,
'I've missed you too Danni', he told her, relieved she remembered him.
A/N: ok, this is my first csi:ny fic, please tell me what you think and if i should continue, thanx, xx.