Disclaimer: I don't own any CSI: NY characters, and his sister is a fictional character and I don't own if he even has one.

Don was driving to Midtown from the precinct. He had called his sister earlier that day and asked if she wanted to meet him for drinks that night and she had agreed. Their older brother lived in Queens close to their parents, but his sister was close to him and he saw her almost just as much as his brother. Don felt bad for the lack of contact he had with his family, but his job took up so much of his time and energy. Now, though, he was trying to change. He didn't have a girlfriend to go home to and he had just broken the case he was working on, so he had all the time in the world to spend getting to know his, now adult, sister. She was 4 years younger than him- the baby of the family. He had left the house when he was eighteen and ever since then he had lost his good relationship with his sister. They stopped talking as much, and now they only saw each other when the whole family got together.

It was impossible to find a parking space close to the Paramount Hotel. Finally Don spotted one in a parking garage across the street. After he parked Don ran across the busy street at the crosswalk then down the sidewalk to the entrance to the high-rise hotel. When inside he was almost stunned by the grandeur of the large lobby, and then saw his younger sister behind the counter. Don made his way to the counter.

"I'd like a room with a view please," he told her jokingly.

"Ok, how long will you…" she trailed off when she looked up. "Well, well my big brother early for once in his life."

Don furrowed his brow. "You're the one that's always late to every family function. I just don't show up."

She laughed. "Why don't you go wait in the bar, I'm almost done."

He obliged and made his way to the bar at the north end of the hotel. It wasn't very crowded and he also observed it wasn't the crowd he was used to. There were business men and women, and tourists in fancy clothes. His usual after-work spot was full of cops and locals.

When he sat at the bar he decided a beer would make him look weird in this crowd, so he ordered scotch on the rocks. After the bartender brought his drink Don turned and saw his sister walking to him. She was wearing a tight knee-length skirt and a button-down short sleeve top, with a pair of stiletto heels.

"Man, you are so not my baby sister any more."

She smiled as she sat down. "Donny we all have to grow up some time, and I did a long time ago you just didn't notice."

"Camille, you have not grown up," Don replied.

She lightly punched his arm. "I have to," she whined.

"See that right there," he pointed to her. "That's not grown up."

"So, Grown-up, how's work?"

"People keep dying so I still have a job. You?"

"People keep needing hotel rooms, so I'm still busy. Is there a girl of the moment?"

"Of the moment? Geez, what do you take me for?"

She smirked then ordered a drink from the bartender. "Yeah, the moment. There's always been a girl, hasn't there? But only for like a couple days or so."

"That hurts, hurts bad. What about you, you haven't had a boyfriend ever?"

Camille put her hand to her chest. "Oh God, you hit a nerve, a deep nerve."

He laughed then put a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You'll find somebody, Cammy. I know you will."

"Hey, I enjoy keeping my options open. But, you know, if everyone could just get off my back about getting married that would be great. How come no one says anything to you? You haven't had a serious relationship in forever."

"I'm a guy, it's not that important for me to be married."

"God, must be nice. Every time I talk to Mom she has someone to hook me up with. Do you remember Bobby Finley?"

Don busted out in laughter. "You mean the kid that lived next door with the red hair and acne and braces?"

"Yeah, well apparently our mother sees him or his mom a lot and wants me to marry him. She tried to get me to meet him at our house for dinner."

Don shook his head. "Mom, she'll never give up. She asks me if I have a girlfriend every time we talk, and then when I'm coming to see her."

"You need to visit them more often. Even Dad asks about you when I visit. I guess because I live closer to you that I'm supposed to see you more often than them." She sipped her drink as she watched him stare at his own. "Dad, he, uh, he does asks about you."

"Dad doesn't care if I come around, or not."

"Donny, our dad is a lot of things but he's not that cold. He loves you like he loves me and Rich."

Don shook his head. "Cammy, why do you think I left as soon as I turned eighteen, and why do you think Rich went into the Marines right away? We hated it at home. You were so young the whole time Dad was on the force, maybe you don't remember what a bully he was with us."

Camille stared at her drink and shook her head. "Please, Donny, don't treat me like I'm twelve. I was there too, you know." She looked at her brother. "I guess I have just learned to forgive and forget. Maybe you should too."

"Camille," he started.

"No, I get it Don. I was there and I saw what a jerk he was to you and Rich. At least he talked to you, though; even it was yelling or stern. Dad pretty much ignored me growing up. And no it wasn't better that way."

He could see the tears in her eyes and the emotion in her voice. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's ok. I'm sorry. I shouldn't judge you. Your feelings about Dad are your feelings and I should leave it at that."

"No, you're right I need to let it go. Dad has changed, I know. Cammy, I'll try to make it better."

She smiled. "Alright can we please talk about something a little less depressing or sad?"

"Yeah," Don smiled too. "How about those Jets? Have you been watching?"

"Yes, of course. And I can't wait for the next home game. I got tickets. Hey, you wanna go with me?"

"Yeah, how many tickets did you get?"

"I have four. Maybe I should ask Rich and Dad to come."

Don smirked. "What about Mom?"

Camille raised her brows. "Could you really see Mom at a football game? Come on."

"Very true. I think it would be fun with Rich and Dad."

"It would be a good way to ease you and Dad into a good relationship."

"Why don't we get out of here and go meet my friends or something?" Don pushed his empty glass away from him.

"You don't like it here?" she asked kind of confused.

Don stood up and took his coat from the back of the stool. "Come on, there's someone I want you to meet."

Camille looked like a child whose parent had just told her it was time for bed. "Are you serious? You are supposed to be on my side and not try to fix me up with anyone."

He pulled her up by her hand. "Come on, Camille, he's a good guy."

"God, I hate you," she said as they walked out of the bar. "Let me just get my stuff from the desk."