This is my very first CSI: New York fic. Please be gentle. And please forgive me while I try to get Danny's accent and talkin' right. If I ever do.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: New York or any of the characers. I just decided to take them out of the box and play with them. I also don't own the song "If you're going through Hell" song by Rodney Atkins. It's a great song.

Well you know those times
When you feel like there's a sign there on your back
Say's I don't mind if ya kick me
Seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You'd think they can't get worse than that
And then they do

Lindsey Monroe was starting to hate New York City. Well, maybe not hate, but she was becoming discouraged with it…and her job. Oh, she loved what she did. And she liked the people she worked with. She couldn't ask for a better boss than Mac Taylor, and she knew that. Lindsey had learned a lot in her months working with the New York City CSI team. She knew she was qualified before she came- she wouldn't have gotten the job if she wasn't- but now she was more confident in her ability.

She had learned quick to like the city. The noise and the people and the consistent movement. Most days her job left her feeling proud of herself, if not tired, but today…today was different. This week had been different. It all started on Monday.

Monday…5:35 in the morning.

Lindsey rolled over to her stomach and reached a hand out to her alarm. Blindly, she felt the nightstand…then the base of the lamp…then the clock. Her fingers searched until they come across the correct button. The one marked snooze. She let out a heavy sigh. It's too early in the morning, she thought. Too early after a too late night. Lindsey yawned into her pillow. Her mind felt groggy; her body was drained. She knew better to stay up until midnight playing poker. She wasn't even good at poker. But the guys had invited her and she couldn't say no. So at 7:00 the night before, she found herself knocking on the door of Flack's apartment. When Flack opened the, Lindsey took in the apartment. Messer and Hawkes were already there. Half eaten pizza adorned paper plates and beer bottles guarded each mans chips. "Ca'mon in," Danny yelled from his seat. "I was just 'bout to show the boys here how it's done." Lindsey walked in passed Flack-who's attention was on the table and the cards Danny was laying down. Flack quickly closed the door and hurried back to his seat.

"I don't believe this," he mumbled. Danny had laid down a full house, beating the other two hands down.

"Read them, suckers, and weep." Danny reached out and pulled the pile of chips toward him.

"We left you some pizza," Hawkes said, handing Flack his cards.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry right now."

"Have a seat, Linds," Flack put in. "Maybe you'll have better luck then Hawkes and I are. Danny's murdering us."

"I'll do my best," Lindsey said.

"Bring it on, Montana," Danny replied with a smile. Lindsey took the empty seat between Flack and Hawkes and was handed a stack of chips. As the night went on Lindsey had loosened up, she even won a few games, but at the end, Danny had all the chips in front of him. A huge smile graced his lips. Lindsey had left at midnight after immensely enjoying herself.

But that was Sunday. Her troubles had started on Monday.

Monday…8:17 in the morning.

Lindsey had only been at work for a couple of hours before her phone went off. It was Mac. "Lindsey, I need you to meet up with Danny and Hawkes." Mac quickly filled her in on where she needed to go and as she hung up, she was already on her way out of the lab.

"Lindsey," Flack called, as she exited the building. "You heading to the double body scene?" he asked when he caught up.

"Yeah. I'm suppose to met Messer and Hawkes."

"I'm heading there myself, I'll give you a ride." The ride was long and quiet. Lindsey watched the cars speed by out of her window. Will I ever truly get use to the city? she asked herself. She didn't have time to really think about the answer before Flack pulled to a stop. She got out of the SUV, grabbed her kit and the two of them headed into the alley to find the other CSIs.

"What do we have?" Lindsey asked, squatting down beside Danny.

"Two vics," he started. "Both with gun shot wounds to the chest."

"TOD?"

"'Bout 2 in the morning." After a few more questions, Lindsey, Danny and Hawkes worked in silence. That is until they all looked up at the sound of a struggle. They heard someone yell "gun". That was when a man appeared at the entrance to the alley. The man pulled the trigger and Lindsey felt a heavy force hit her and suddenly she was pinned to the ground. The sound of the shot lingered in the air. Another shot pieced the air.

"You guys a'right?" Flack asked as two other officers rushed to the man now laying on the ground. Blood had already begun to pool on the ground around him. Lindsey felt the weight lift off of her.

"You okay, Montana?" Danny asked, pushing himself to his knees.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered. "How about Hawkes?" Danny looked further down the alley- where the other CSI had been processing- and saw him on the ground.

Hawkes was rushed to the hospital with minor injuries. The bullet had entered his right forearm. A through and through. He was lucky. Lindsey and Danny finished the processing and headed back to the lab. It didn't take them long to know what had happened to their two victims. They had shot each other. Guns recovered from the scene proved it. An open and shut case. As far as the third guy, the one that shot Hawkes, turned out that he was suicidal, and thought suicide by cop was the way to go. Unfortunately for him, Flack didn't take a kill shot, and now the man was being charged with attempted murder. Yeah, everything started with Monday.

Like I said, this is my first New York fanfic. I hope it's not too bad. Know this, my ego is fragile...please be gentle.

TBC...