AN: This is my first CSI:NY fic. I'm really excited about it. It is mainly about Flack and an Original Character. But DL and SMacked do appear from time to time. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy :)

As Don Flack walked passed the yellow crime scene tape he noticed a young brunette who looked like she didn't belong.

"Uhh excuse me, you can't be here. This is a crime scene," he said walking up to the stranger.

"Actually I'm supposed to be here. Detective Allison Murphy. It's my first day," she replied extending her hand for a shake.

Taking the hand that had been offered to him, Flack responded, "Oh. Well, sorry for the mix up. I'm Don Flack. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well," Allison said, flashing a gorgeous smile. "So what have we got?"

"You like to get right to the point don't ya?" Flack teased. "We have a young female, possibly early twenties, stabbed in the chest with some part of an instrument."

"It's a bocal," Allison muttered, examining the body.

"I'm sorry what?" Flack questioned, looking confused.

"She was stabbed with a bocal from a bassoon. It's the long silver part that holds the reed. Whoever did this had to use a lot of force. The end is blunt and the entire thing is a hollow tube made of soft metal. It gets bent easily," Allison explained. Flack chuckled at the fact that she seemed to be saying this more to herself than to him.

"You sure know a lot about the uhh… bassoon," he teased. Allison laughed. It had to be the most amazing sound Flack had ever heard.

"I played for fourteen years. And it looks like she's been playing for a while too. She has calluses on her thumbs, severely chapped lips, and the taste buds on the tip of her tongue are slightly swollen."

"That sounds… very painful," Flack commented, wincing at the thought of swollen taste buds.

"Eh, you get used to it," Allison said nonchalantly. Flack shook his head. There was something about this woman that he was attracted to. Even though he had only known her for five minutes. He knew that he was going to have a lot of fun working with her. Flack's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.

"Hey Flack! How's it goin?" Danny Messer shouted as he passed under the crime scene tape. Flack turned and walked over to him.

"Hey Danny. It's goin pretty good. New girl's here."

"Aw man! I knew I'd get stuck with the rookie. Wish me luck man."

"Oh you'll need it," Flack teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny questioned causing Flack to chuckle.

"You'll find out soon enough. She's on her way over here."

"You must be Danny Messer," Allison said knowingly.

"I am. How did you know?" Danny asked.

"Mac told me I'd be working with you. He said to look for the cocky Italian in glasses," Allison replied with a grin. Flack started cracking up. Danny laughed lightly.

"I'm gonna have to have a talk with him," he muttered. "Alright, let's process this thing."

"Okay, she doesn't have any defensive wounds. That isn't surprising though because nothing on a bassoon is sharp enough to cause any." As Allison spoke, Danny had begun processing the body. However, when she mentioned the last part he looked up in confusion.

"Isn't that what killed her?"

"Well yeah, but only because enough force was applied. The bocal is small enough to cause a puncture wound, but only with the right amount of force," Allison explained.

"Okay then. So if she was killed with part of a bassoon, where's the rest of it?" Danny asked as he glanced around.

"Well, if it was hers then it must be around here somewhere," Allison pointed out. "Unless the killer took it with him."

"Let's start searching then." The detectives searched the entire stage, but found nothing. Danny was about to give up when he heard Allison shout out.

"Hey I found it! I don't think it belonged to our vic though." Danny walked over to where she was standing.

"What makes you say that?" he asked. He was amazed at how knowledgeable she was on this subject.

"It's a low grade. One of the cheaper brands. Only about $5,000."

"Woah! $5,000 is cheap? What's considered expensive?" Danny almost had a heart attack when he heard what Allison said next.

"Well, top of the line bassoons are usually around $35,000. The whole profession is pretty expensive actually. A top of the line bocal alone is $750. The cheapest bocal I've seen was $125 and it was a piece of crap. So you have to take extremely good care of them. Plus reeds range from about $8 to $12 and last around two to three weeks each. Four if you take excellent care of it. You usually keep four at a time. Although most professionals make their own and keep at least ten at a time. I used to use three or four different reeds per concert."

"Wow. You are a wealth of information," Danny teased.

"Haha. Well, I like to be well versed on several topics. Plus this used to be my life," Allison retorted. Danny shook his head and laughed.

"Okay, so if this one isn't hers then who did it belong to?" he asked.

"That's easy enough to find out. We can trace the serial number back to the owner," answered Allison.

"They have serial numbers?"

"Of course! It's an instrument that costs thousands of dollars. Plus, there will be DNA on the murder weapon so we might be able to get a hit in CODIS."

"You sound so sure."

"I am. You see the cork on the end of the bocal? You have to wet it in order to get the bocal in the bassoon. Most people just use their spit." The look of horror on Danny's face made Allison start cracking up.

"That is absolutely disgusting!" he said, sticking his tongue out and pretending to gag. Before her or Allison could say anything else, Flack came up to tell them the information he had just found out.

"I just got an id on our vic. Her name was Shelby Lindstrom and she was twenty-three. She played with the American Symphony Orchestra and was the principal, whatever that means."

"It means that she was the best. And at only twenty-three that very well could be our motive. How many other bassoonists are there?" Allison knew that this information would get them much closer to finding their killer.

"Uhh, two plus two alternates," Flack responded.

"Okay. We should start with the alternates. They have the most to gain from her death," Allison told the other detectives.

"Alright, sounds like a plan," Danny responded. "We're finished processing the scene, so what do you say we get back to the lab?"

"I love that idea, but let's stop and get some food first. I'm starving," Allison said. Flack laughed.

"I like that idea even better."