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Ok so I'm a total CSI freak now...though CSI NY is my favorite, I am still a fan of Horatio and Grissom :). I have watched almost every season of CSI NY fully...except for season 4...didn't want to watch it at first cause Danny cheats on Lindsay...but since my mum bought me season 4 on dvd for christmas...gonna have to watch it aren't I lol :).

This is going to be a short story for now because I quite like the idea of Mac and Lindsay considering I have read a few fics, there aren't many, but I thought maybe I could add to them, and Yes for those who are reading my Don/Lindsay story, it will be continued, I'm currently writing the third chapter now :)

Lindsay dropped her keys onto the small table by the door of her apartment, her apartment was so small, a one bed, if you could even call it that, it was all one room, it was all she could afford for the moment. She had only been in New York for two weeks, the only thing she could count on was her position at the NY Crime lab, working as a CSI, she loved her job with a passion, she had been a CSI back in Bozeman, Montana, her home town, and Mac Taylor, her new boss had sought her out. They had recently let go of one of their CSI's and Mac was in need of a helping hand around the lab. Lindsay knew she'd be labeled as a rookie straight away, no doubt about that, but everyone in the lab had accepted her, she didn't have any trouble with any of them thankfully, that wasn't what she needed right now. Mac had been interested in her work because a serial killer who had been wanted for years with no evidence to put him away had finally been put away for life because of Lindsay's work, he had hired her because she never ignored a single detail, she made sure she had processed every last thing in the crime scene before leaving, Mac liked her attention to detail.

Even though she didn't have much, she had made her apartment look like it had been lived in, she had a small bookcase filled with all of her personal favorite books, coushins on her bed that she had been given as a child. As a going away present her parents had bought her a double bed and had paid for it to be brought to her apartment and set up, they had told her they didn't want her sleeping on an air mattress until she waited for someone to help her build the bed, They had gone over all of the spinal problems she'd suffer if she slept on it for over a month, not wanting to hear their stories she had agreed to let them pay. She loved her family more than anything, that and her job were her two main priorities, she did have some friends back in Bozeman, but her work usually got in the way of that because the hours weren't exactly flexible, being called out to scenes at three am usally caused problems when having a lunch date the next day and having to cancel because she was either still in the lab processing evidence or sleeping, friends were few and far when ones career choice was being a CSI, unless one had friends who had the same job who understood the demands of being a CSI.

At seven thirty she made herself some ravioli, from a tin can of course, and some bread, she laughed at the thought of her ever trying to cook ravioli...that probably wouldn't work out that great. she had a 32 inch Tv in her room, big enough for her, it's home was on a small grey stand, the apartment looked homey even though she'd only been there two weeks. She had some decent television channels so she would be ok for the duration of her stay inside the apartment during nights and days. She knew she'd become great friends with her co-workers in the lab eventually, there was Stella Bonesera, a detective that had been working in the NY Crime lab for quite some time, Sheldon Hawkes, the coroner, Danny Messer, a detective who had taken quite an interest in her. Don Flack, a detective from the NYPD who wasn't a scientist like the others but had some great interrogation techniques according to Mac, and that was about it, but they were all lovely, and she liked them very much. Though she knew Danny had an interest in her that seemed more than friendly, she wanted to maintain a work friendship, she didn't want a relationship at the moment.

She turned on the TV and flipped to a show that she watched regularly, The big band theory, it was a good show, made her laugh some, she liked Sheldon the most because he had a certain way of doing things, how precise he was, OCD maybe, who knew, but it was good. Before long it got late, knowing she had work early the next morning Lindsay turned off the TV and dropped the remote onto the small leather couch and headed over to bed.

Before she closed her eyes she hoped that her working in the NY Crime lab would help bring justice to those who needed it, because since she'd been a child she'd wanted to prove guilty people guilty, and innocent people innocent.

The next day.

Stella walked into Danny and Lindsay's shared office and over to the lab table Lindsay was working at "Did you find anything?" Stella asked, glancing at the clothing Lindsay had been examining.

"Trace of burnt skin particles, accelerant residue, but these weren't the clothes she was burnt in, she was re-dressed. Liza Cardell didn't die in these clothes." The clothing had various burn markes and holes, but didn't seem charred to the degree the body had been.

Stella frowned, "She must have been re-dressed after her corpse was burnt to a crisp, what, couldn't the perp just leave it at that, instead of waiting for the remains to cool down to then dress her?"

Lindsay picked up the trace report and handed it to Stella, "Unleaded gasoline, that's what the perp used to torch her." Lindsay nodded and went back to examining the clothing the body had been found in.

Mac walked into the office and Stella proceeded to tell him what she and Lindsay had found, She mainly listened, not wanting to intervein much, She was the new girl, this time was crucial to listen.

Mac nodded to Stella and saw Lindsay staring at them both as they interacted about the case, she had a lot to learn and he was glad she paid attention, even when she wasn't involved in the conversation, he smiled at her and walked out of the room to find Hawkes and Danny looking over some files in the other office. He admired Lindsay, and was glad he had hired her.

Lindsay was a pretty girl, around 5'3 inches, honey/brown eyes and light brown hair, it was pretty short and he had only seen her wear it curly once. He didn't know why he was thinking about her so much lately, it was weird.

"You like her." a voice pulled him out of his reverie, he turned to see Hawkes standing with a knowing smile on his face, a file in his hands. Mac raised an eyebrow and smiled himself.

"She's already an asset to the team, I am certainly glad I hired her."

Hawkes new Mac would try and divert his statement, turn it into something else. "Yes, but you like her in a way that exceeds a working relationship." if Mac wasn't so good at composing himself he would have blushed right then and there.

"She's been here two weeks Sheldon, hardly enough time for me to begin liking her on a more personal level." Mac argued, though deep down he knew what Hawkes was saying was the truth, but he didn't want to admit it just yet, He'd had a few girlfriends after the passing of his late wife Claire who had been killed in the 9/11 attacks, but none of them had really understood him.

Hawkes just smiled, "I see right through you, and I'm sure Stella and Flack will too, I've known you too long Mac...you aren't fooling me."

Mac smiled and shook his head, god he loved his job, even though it had it's ups and downs, the long run was great, the team meant everything to him, even though he was getting older every year, he couldn't see himself retiring anytime soon.

"You all know me too well...I could..well maybe, I don't know, only time can tell." Mac said before leaving the room with the file Sheldon had been holding. little did Mac know, Stella and Flack had been outside the other office door in the back, and Mac luckily hadn't seen them.

They rushed into the office and ran right up to Hawkes, they were smiling, glad they had been right.

"Haha you owe me ten bucks Stella!" Flack clapped his hands and did a little dance, Stella shook her head laughing, she had never guessed that Mac was interested in their newest CSI...she would have never guessed.

"Flack and I were on the ball, knew from the start!" Hawkes laughed again but quickly composed himself when Mac walked back into the office. "So you were all betting whether I liked Lindsay or not...this is a work place, get back to work!" Mac said, trying to be serious, but a smile breaking that, they all shut up and smiled awkwardly.

"What's going on guys?" Lindsay asked as she strode into the office holding a GCMS report. They all froze and plastered their poker faces on, hoping they were realistic enough.

"Nothing, just going over the autopsy report again." Hawkes broke the silence, Lindsay just shrugged and walked over to the lab table and got back to work, the others all let out a silent breath before heading back to their respective places, glad Lindsay hadn't heard anything, especially Mac, if anyone was going to tell Lindsay he liked her, it would be him.