I'm new so please be nice. There will be more come in my song stories. I don't have an I-pod so my friend Peter gave me a disc with songs he liked on it and told me to get to work.

I do not own CSI:NY or any of its characters so please, TPTB, do not sue. Later chapters will feature my own character as well as the series regulars.

All atrists featured, please don't sue either. You've got way more money than I do.

Chapter One

Rockstar: Nickleback

'This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be."

Adam Ross hadn't always strived to be where he was now. He hadn't always imagined himself wearing a lab coat and peering through microscopes and poking and prodding at complete strangers' nasty ass crap. His first love was music. Listening, playing, writing. The last was his dirty little secret. No one knew he loved to write. He kept folders of hand written lyrics tucked in the back of his closet. He pulled them out whenever inspiration hit. Sometimes it was at work in the middle of running trace samples. Other times it could be three in the morning, woken up out of a dead sleep with a thought gnawing at his brain. He'd only gone to university to pursue an interest in science when his mother expressed shock and horror when he announced he was planning on heading to L.A. to become a musician. She was afraid he'd end up waiting tables or mowing lawns or worse, running drugs and falling in with the wrong crowd. To shut her up and spare her a stroke, he'd filled out that college application and did his four years and... well, here he was. Preparing trace samples to be used to help solve a case someone else would get credit for. And this is my life? he thought with a sigh.

He pressed the play button on the I-Pod tucked into his lab coat pocket and settled in for the long haul. As the first song, blasted into his ears and he began to combine his two loves: music and science, he lost himself in the up beat Nickleback song that he felt adequately served up his true feelings regarding his life. He wasn't even aware he'd been singing along (horribly off key at that) until someone so rudely yanked the ear phones from one ear.

"Hey!" Danny Messer snapped. "Piece of advice. Don't quit your day job."

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