Please read: this is an ongoing story. The main character is from where I'm from cuz I couldn't resist ^-^ xD lol. You know the drill I do not own any of the characters on the actual CSI:NY show. Hope you enjoy! (PS this is written from Flytes pov(you'll understand if u continue reading) this is just the background story. You can jump forward, but something's about Flyte may be confusing.
My life. What was my life? I was bounced around from place to place, program to program. There was never a place for me, not until now at least. My name is Flyte Rose, I'm from Atlanta, but was raised in Miami. I have finally left what I hope to be my last place. My dad can't put up with me apparently, and I have a restraining order against my mum, meaning my only other option outside foster care was to live with my Uncle, Mac Taylor. His wife, my dad's sister, died on 9/11. He lives in New York City. I feel bad for coming upon him like this. I'm fucked up in the head; more than one person should be. Eating disordered, depressed, anxious. Slut. Freak. Cutter. Annoying. That's what I know I am, and I hate having to put that burden upon Mac.