Not A Mistake, A Technicality
Disclaimer:Wish I owned CSI: NY, but sadly, I don't (little sibling passes a CSI: NY season 2 dvd box set) SQUEAL! I now own CSI: NY SEASON 2! ALL RIGHT! I also don't own Criss Angel… though I wish I did… have you seen his body? I mean… DELISH! I do own Cassandra. She is a figment of my imagination...
"Mac… are you fucking serious? I thought we had all the evidence… I can't believe that they're just making him go see a psychologist once a week for the next year! I know Mac, but still… just… grr! When I get my hands on him… yeah… okay… bye Mac." Flack groaned as he snapped his cell shut. Suddenly, a head popped up from behind a book with a curious expression.
"What's wrong, Don?" The brunette asked. Flack sighed and sat down on the leather sofa next to his sister.
"Cass, you remember the case with that magician dude…" Flack began.
"Luke Blade." Cassandra said with a dreamy expression. Flack raised his eyebrow and shrugged.
"Yeah, him… well… the judge said that he wasn't mentally stable, but that could be corrected by therapy… so… basically, he's a free man." Flack said. Cassandra frowned and rubbed her brother's back.
"It's okay, Don… it's not your fault…" Cassandra said quietly. Flack sighed and picked up the remote.
"You up to watching some Fresh Prince?" Flack asked. Cassandra grinned.
"Damn straight!" Cassandra yelled as Flack turned the TV on.
ELSEWHERE"So, Mr. Blade, I think that's it for this week's session… remember to take deep breaths every time you get angry and get a stress ball and I'll see you next Monday around noon…" The doctor said. Luke smiled and nodded.
"Thanks doc… I hope I make some improvement by next week." Luke said, and then he grabbed the paper that had his next appointment date and put it in his wallet. He walked out of the office and made sure to wink at the receptionist.
AT THE CRIME LAB"I can't believe it Mac… all the evidence and this guy walks!" Stella shouted. Mac sighed and rubbed his temple.
"Stella… could you PLEASE stop shouting?" Mac asked. Stella looked at Mac with an apologetic look.
"Sorry Mac… I just can't believe that that bastard is getting off with just a weekly trip to a psychiatrist… where did we go wrong?" Stella asked. Mac walked over to her and pulled her into a hug.
"You did nothing wrong… it was a technicality… Stell.. Don't cry… this is a new suit." Mac said jokingly. Stella pulled away and wiped her eyes with a laugh.
"You know how to ruin a moment, huh?" Stella asked. Mac grinned patted Stella on the back.
"You know it." Mac said with a laugh. Stella laughed along and then proceeded to walk out of his office.
SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CRIME LAB"Danny… we shouldn't be doing this here…" Lindsay whispered.
"Oh, come ON Montana! You know you want to." Danny said with a grin. Lindsay sighed and lowered her hand….
"What are you guys doing?" The supplies closet door flew open to reveal a confused Hawkes. Lindsay pulled her hand up to reveal a game boy DS.
"What? We were just going to play a game." Danny said. Hawkes rolled his eyes and closed the closet door. As soon as it closed, Lindsay looked at Danny and grinned.
"So, what kind of game do you want to play?" Lindsay asked. Danny raised his eyebrow and leaned in closer.
"Strip poker." Danny said simply.
So here you are my faithful reviewers, a new fic so that you guys can enjoy yourselves… please review so that I can know if you guys like it or not… I really need your feedback… and I know I tried squishing so much into one chapter, but that's because THIS is the prologue…