A/N: Hi, eveyone! Welcome to...my first CSI:NY story! It's a bit different than others (that I've read, at least). It doesn't really have anything to do with being a CSI or any cases. Just more something fun I thought of recently that I decided to write. I'm not really entirely sure where it's going. I have the beginning down...and I have where I want it to end, but the middle is a bit...fuzzy? Everyone is a bit younger than they are in the show. Declan (the main character really), Danny, Lindsay, Flack, Hawkes, and Adam are all in their early twenties and Mac and Stella are both in their thirties. Anyway, here it is:

Summary: The Situation? Life handed me a boatload of crap and I'm stuck dealing with it all. Best friend's ex-boyfriend getting married? Psh, I got this. Mom being her crazy, misguided self? Easy enough. Dad marrying a girl five years younger than me? Whatever. But this whole spending time with the best man thing? Yeah, not happening.

Disclaimer: I only own Declan, our lovely narrator. CBS owns all else.

I never should have befriended this girl.

Really, the fact that all of the other yoga mats relatively near hers were wide open should have been enough of a deterrent. But of course not. Why would I ever do something sane?

And what does this have to do with anything? Well, see, if I had never used the mat next to Lindsay Monroe in yoga, I never would have met Lindsay Monroe. If I hadn't met Lindsay, we never would have gone to see Harry Potter together. If we had never seen Harry Potter together, we never would have gotten mind-blowingly drunk and became best friends. And if we had never become best friends, then I would be sitting at Madison Square Garden watching the Eastern Conference Finals, rather than walking into this dingy cop bar.

Do you see where I'm getting with this?

Bottom line is that I should be laughing, having fun, and drinking beer on my date with the absolutely gorgeous sports writer for the New York Times. In actuality, I'm collecting shots from the bartender and listening to my best friend cry.

"I can't believe he invited me to his wedding!" Lindsay cried, slamming the invitation down on the table. While sliding her a shot, I picked the white paper up off the table.

A skiing weekend
turned into the perfect place
to say "yes".
Ricki Sandoval
and
Daniel Messer
are getting married
and they ask you to join them
on Saturday, the Twenty-third of June,
Two thousand and eleven
At Saint John's Church,
Brooklyn, New York

"Little cheesy, but it's kinda cute don't you think?" I rambled. "They sent it out at a good time too. I mean, normally wedding invitations come a bit earlier than this, but this ensures that only the people they actually want are there." Lindsay gave me a look, but I continued anyway. "If you think about it, it's really kind of brilliant. The people that like them enough will make sure they get the time off but the people they don't really like and are obligated to invite won't have to show because they weren't given enough notice and…"

"Really not helping here, Delk." Lindsay threw a packet of sugar at me.

"Look, I understand that you're upset that Danny is…"

"Upset?" Lindsay burst into overly hysterical laughter. "Why would I be upset? I'm not upset. I'm happy for him, absolutely ecstatic. Thrilled, delighted, elated, even, that he's."

"You're not fooling me Linds," I said wearily, cutting of her outburst of protests (read: blatant lies).

"Well…fool…I…um, wh- we- I- uh."Lindsay managed to sputter through her ever increasing breathing. Soon enough her full on panic attack turned into tears and suddenly she was choking on a combination of tears and lack of air.

Christ, this girl's a mess.

…I should probably being doing something more productive and helpful than sitting here watching the poor girl drown herself in her tears.

I swear, I'm a much better best friend than I seem.

"Er, Linds?" I reached out and gently patted her shoulder. "Uhh, it'll be ok. Everything will work out in the en…"

"I just…I can't be-be-believe- he's moving on-and I just…I lost him!" She wailed, hiccupping the entire time.

Ok, I lied; I'm a terrible best friend. My best friend is about to either completely stop breathing altogether or choke to death on a combination of her hiccups and tears and the only thing I can do is laugh about said combination.

"Errr…" I trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

Apparently, Lindsay mistook that for something else. "No, no it's not good ." She said, beginning to calm down…I hope.

"Um, ok."

"I mean, it's not like- I-I like him now or anything." Lindsay's breathing is becoming more and more normal, which I take as a good sign.

I raised my eyebrows at her words. She just spent the last hour crying about him, for Christ's sake, and now she wants me to believe that.

"Ok, fine, MAYBE I DO!" Lindsay wailed, smacking her head down against the table and leaving it there.

Wonderful. She chooses the day she finds out he's getting married to admit she still likes him. Oh, the irony.

"Hun, you know he's getting married, right?" I said as gently as possible, not wanting to further upset her.

"Mff fnnuek hjda fhmnmn." Lindsay said, head still buried into the table.

"Er, yeah, me too?" I said uncertainly.

"I fink I wuv hi," Lindsay said again, turning her head slightly.

"What!"

Oh this just keeps getting better and better. Honestly, she denies any feelings for him for three years, breaks up with him after 6 months, and now that the guy goes off and gets engaged, she decides she loves him.

Why the hell did I befriend this girl again?

Oh, that's right. Harry Potter.

"I'm not giving up on him." Lindsay decided suddenly, popping up.

"Er, what?"

"I'm not just going to sit here and watch as he marries that…that thing." And see, usually I would make some kind of comment about how it isn't nice to call people things, but see, Danny and I had remained friends after their break-up (remaining in a Lindsay-free zone), so I had met Ricki and to be completely honest, she was annoying as hell all of the time. Seriously, spending copious amounts of time with this girl makes you want to jump off a building.

"Uh, hun,"

"I'm gonna get him back!" Lindsay said, getting this crazy look in her eyes that I usually associate with her and a boot sale. "I'll get him back if it's the last thing I do."

"And when exactly do you plan on doing that?" Stupid question. I didn't want the answer.

"At his wedding of course." Lindsay said, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, of course, at his…WHAT?" I shrieked, realizing what she said.

"He can't marry her; she's a complete witch. Danny's not stupid enough to do something like this; I have to go and stop it."

"Lindsay,"

"I mean, I've done way more embarrassing things than crashing a wedding. Technically, it's not even crashing, since I was invited and…"

"Are you insane?" I stared directly at her.

"No, I don't think so," She said airily.

"You want to crash your ex-boyfriend's wedding to tell him that you love him?" Come on, exactly which part of that isn't insane.

"I have to," Lindsay said softly. "I have to try. I haven't lost him until he says 'I do'."

I took a couple of deep breaths, attempting to calm myself. "Yes, Linds, you have. He's getting married in a month. He's not yours anymore."

Lindsay shrugged. "Maybe not. And maybe he'll hate me for ruining his wedding. But I can deal with that. What I can't deal with is knowing that I had the opportunity to do something about how I feel and not doing it." She takes a deep breath and stands up, looking between the bar and her empty glass. "I'm doing this."

I really need a new best friend.

Hours later, and Lindsay and I were both smashed. But she hadn't mentioned Danny or the wedding since, so I considered it a success.

Yeah. I'm awesome.

But we were out of alcohol, so I journeyed over to the bar, in time to see the final two minutes of the game I was supposed to be at.

A win for the Knicks put a smile on my face as I take the alcohol back to the table, a little after 5 minutes after I've left.

Unfortunately, I'm back at square one. Lindsay's head is against the table again, as she sobs loudly. An African American man is next to her, soothingly rubbing her back, and there is a dark-haired man sitting on the bench that used to be solely mine.

"Oh, merda, what happened, Linds?"

"Ammhr fusdska dsjka gahhhnn." Lindsay sobbed into the table.

"Err,"

"Idiot over there asked if she got Danny's wedding invite." The African American nodded his head in the direction of the dark haired man.

"Lindsay, honey, here; have a drink." I slid her drink across the table. The African American guided Lindsay into a sitting position and helped her have a drink, while I turned to the man next to me. "And you are?"

"Don Flack." His crystal blue eyes were almost enough to make me forget why I was mad. Almost. Without hesitation, I reached over and smacked his bicep. "What was that for?" He cried.

"I finally got her to stop crying and you screwed it all up again; thanks for nothing!"

Don seemed that realize that I was correct and he turned toward Lindsay, helping his friend to make sure she was alright. "Come on, Linds, please don't cry. I'll make it up to you; I'll do anything."

Lindsay's eyes widened. "Anything?" Don nods. "Help me crash Danny's wedding." I groaned.

Don nodded. "Yeah, sure."

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Have I mentioned that I can be slightly repetitive sometimes?

Don rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, have you met Ricki?" I nodded; unfortunately I had. "She's a bitch; Messer's better off without her.

"That doesn't mean you can crash his wedding!" I cried.

You know things are bad when I'm the sane one.

Lindsay gestured toward Don. "He's the best man; if he says we can crash the wedding, then we can crash the wedding." I opened my mouth the respond but before I could say anything, Lindsay checked the clock. "I gotta go. I have work tomorrow."

The African American moved out of the booth. "Me too; I'll walk with you."

Lindsay turned toward me. "You coming?"

I shook my head. "The ideal situation would be for me to wake up and realize this was all a dream. I'm not naïve enough to believe that would actually happen, so I'm just going to continue drinking and forget as much of this as possible."

"Until I remind you of it all again." Lindsay chirped, far too cheerful for someone who spent the night crying. "Bye Delk."

"Nice meeting you…" The African American trailed off.

"Declan," I said.

"Sheldon Hawkes," He held his hand out and I shook it. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

"Absolutely. I'm not about to spend all my time with one or both of those two lunatics."

I spoke too soon.

A/N: A little weird? Different? Review and tell me what you think.