Chapter one

For the fifth time that day, Jess felt the heavy thuds of her captor's footsteps before she even saw him. She shifted her weight onto her haunches to fight, but her head drifted back and hit the wall. Painfully the first two years had slid by. But the third year...The third year meant her chances of being found were less than one in a million, She had seen enough kidnapping cases in her job to know that, and that killed her. Why did you never think that it would happen to you?
She took a deep breath as the key turned in the door.
"I'll make it," she whispered. "I'll get out." Her brain was quick to respond.
"No you won't."

*****
"What do you mean, you're leaving?" Mac Taylor asked in shock as Jo Danville passed him her letter of resignation.
"I can't take it anymore, Mac. Not the job itself, but the hours, the demand. I'm Ellie's second mom; she sees almost less of me than she does the first one. She needs me around. I'm moving to Arizona in a week."
"That's...sudden." Mac stuttered.
"I know. But there's an enrolment for the school there and I promised Ellie that we'd be there for it. I organised a replacement so you don't have to. All cleared with Chief Sinclair, so you don't have to play politics. She's a friend of mine from way back. She ran a crime lab near New Orleans or somewhere, but there was an internal investigation and she doesn't trust her workmates. You'll like her, Mac." Jo paused to look around the dinner. "She'll be here in five."
Mac opened and closed his mouth. "How do you know we will like her?"
"I'll be heartbroken if you don't, Mac." A new, unexpected voice sounded from behind Mac's head, and he turned.
"Stella!" Mac stood up and hugged the newcomer warmly, before sitting down and ordering Stella Bonasera a drink. "Well, the two of you have left me speechless. What's this about internal investigations, Stell?"
Sighing, she took a swig of her drink and turned to Mac. "The people in my lab in New Orleans are always turning on each other, and within a month I was ready to come back. They accused me of stealing evidence. Even when I was proven innocent, I just wanted to leave. To work with people that I trust, my friends. Jo just, gave me the opportunity."

"I didn't realise you'd even met!" Danny Messer exclaimed half an hour later when Jo, Mac and Stella broke the news to the stunned crime lab.
"There are lots of things about the two of us that you don't know, Danny." Stella smiled mysteriously.
"Okay, now I'm worried."
Everyone laughed and the elevator door opened with a ping. Don Flack strode in confidently, only to stop and blink several times.
"Stell?"
"Hey, Flack. Miss me?" Stella quipped, embracing the detective warmly.
"What's all this about?"
"Jo's leaving and Stella's coming back." Lindsay Messer explained.
"As of when?" Don stammered, dumbstruck.
Jo and Stella exchanged glances. "As of today."
"Wow, that's rather fast." Sheldon Hawkes frowned.
Jo shrugged, offhand. "I have a plane to catch, a house to pack up, and a teenager to get packing. I wanted to surprise you."
"Consider us surprised." Adam Ross replied. "It's like going back to the beginning."
The CSIs and Flack stiffened as a large, African American man strode down the corridor.
"Chief Sinclair." Mac stated in acknowledgement.
Sinclair nodded at him. "Taylor. Welcome back detective Bonasera. I have a notice for you all. It will be officially announced later, but Taylor, I don't want you coming up to me later accusing me of not giving you fair warning. You are being drafted new members onto your team. It's a government scheme, due to the big plans that the president has for the city. There are three transfers from Las Vegas who are on the same team at the moment, one from San Francisco and another from Vegas who is coming out of an early retirement. They will be coming sometime this week. There are also five transfers from Miami, who will report to Horatio Caine, their current boss, but they won't be coming for another month or so. The first group of transfers will answer mainly to Detective Taylor, Detective Bonasera but overall to their boss, the ex-retired man, a Gil Grissom. His position will be equal to yours, Taylor. Catherine Willows will be his deputy from San Francisco, and the three other members are, I believe, Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. However, you will mix and match crimes and work together. Is that alright?" Sinclair finished.
"So I work for years to take charge of this crime lab only to have to share it with strangers?" Mac asked, bewildered.
"I'm sorry Mac. Just think of it as extra man power. Besides, you know that we're extending the lab. You'll be fine." Sinclair turned tail and left.
Danny's shocked mouth formed a single word. "Boom."

Jess shuddered and pulled the torn shirt up over her shoulder as the drunk man sauntered away. She glanced at the other woman in the corner, her new 'cell mate'. Age was unpredictable- the neglect and beatings could age or take years off you. Her face was dirty and bruised, but she looked almost pretty. Her deep brown eyes were sunken in her face, which was framed by long brown hair not unlike her own, but her whole body shuddered from the past two hours under the heavy body of the leader of the captors. Jess felt guilty for the relief that she felt that today was not her turn; she could still feel the throbbing bruises between her legs from the day before, and the day before that.
"How long you been here?" The woman asked quietly.
Jess shrugged. "A few years, maybe two, three, four at most?"
"Lucky you. I've been here five or more. What's your name?"
"Jess. Jessica Angell."

What do you think? It is my first CSI:NY fanfiction and as you can probably tell it is going to be a crossover with CSI and (probably) CSI:Miami as well! please review and tell me what you think-constructive critiscm is nice-but please don't be too harsh!