Summary: In the end, they saved each other's life. She was his one weakness, and he was her strength. Now, she's back. Danny/OC
Author's Note: This story takes place in the very beginning of Season One. My story doesn't involve all of the episodes cases. There will be brief mentions, but I'll most likely create a few of my own. The reason for this is because I can't find transcripts anywhere! If anyone of you know a website, would you mind letting me know? Actually, this fic really revolves around the relationships of the characters and my OC, Isabelle. Especially the Danny/Isabelle relationship. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Not even the song, How To Save A Life, The Fray owns it. Jerry Brukheimer owns the characters, ideas, and plot lines of CSI: New York, and unfortunately, they own Danny and Flack, sorry ladies! I'll end this very depressing disclaimer with...don't sue!
Prologue
They say that just before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes.
Your entire life in one, single flash and just before death comes a knocking? Doubtful.
Well, that's just me, and I've never been much of a believer.
Maybe you only see certain moments in your life. Perhaps you look back and only see your moments of strong emotions. Like pure happiness, love, passion even. Maybe for some people they see anger, regret, disdain.
But maybe, just maybe, you see something different entirely. You see something more important, something groundbreaking.
Something epic.
Just before you die, what if you see the defining moments of your life. Moments in a person's life that change just about everything.
How they see themselves, the world around them, everything that they knew and much, much more. From these defining moments you learn new things, and you begin to test your own limits, but most importantly they make you come alive and evolve into something greater, something unimaginable.
What if those defining moments isn't a what at all? What if they're a who?
When I look back into my past, I can't pinpoint my 'defining moment.'
Was it the first time those bright emerald eyes meet mine and she smiled, or was it that tragic night two years later?
At some point, I know that I have to finally succumb to the knowledge within that ultimately, she was my defining moment.
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