Sweet Sixteen 1

A/N Okay everyone here's my newest story. It's a short, rather funny tale about Emily's sweet 16 with the team. Hope you like it!

Thanks to KatieC for helping me SOOO MUCH!

Disclaimer:CSI:Miami isn't mine, Emily is!

Emily woke up to the regular beeping of the alarm clock.

She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom before coming to a dead stop. It was July 27, the day of her sixteenth Birthday.

Sweet Sixteen! Emily thought with a smile.

She took extra care in doing her hair and makeup that particular morning and made sure to choose an extra cute outfit from her closet. It was a special day for her and she wanted to look special. She wasn't going to let the fact that her left arm was still bound up in a sling from recently being shot ruin her day.

She walked downstairs to find her Mom, her Dad and her sisters busy at work in the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday, Emy!" They all shouted. Her Dad led her over to a table as Chelsea brought a plate with pancakes on it. They were shaped to make the number 16.

Emily's family all gathered around and sang 'Happy Birthday' with gusto.

"We'll have dinner together later, okay Emily?" Emily's Mom said as she hugged her, "Oh and by the way, I invited Marty and Kristin over."

"No way!"

"Mmmhmm. They are on their way now."

Marty and Kristin were Emily's best friends from Hanston, a small town just north of Miami. Although she had left Hanston when she was 11 to go to College, she had kept in touch with Marty and Kristin through the Internet and they were still very close.

Emily couldn't wait to see them again. She thanked her family for the amazing pancakes and left for work with her Father.

She breezed through the front doors of Miami Dade PD and made her way to her locker.

She really was glad to be back at work. After her release from the hospital the doctor had ordered her to stay home for at least a week while she regained full use of her left arm. They had removed the stitches and finished physical therapy three days ago. Emily had immediately gone back to work. Over the past two weeks she had become quite successful in doing everything with one hand.

She walked into the Break Room and found the team there.

"Hey guys!" She said with a bright smile.

"Hey, Em." Eric said.

Ryan waved. Calleigh and Horatio looked up and smiled at her.

That was it? No Happy Birthday Emily?

She didn't know quite what she had been expecting from the team on her sixteenth birthday. She thought they were good friends, surely they would not forget?

Horatio handed out assignments to everyone else. He was fully healed and had gone to work in the Field again. He told her to stay in the lab and process whatever evidence came to her. The Team all left and Emily walked to the lab to work with Valera, booking evidence for the rest of the day.

"I feel terrible." Said Calleigh as she walked out with Horatio, Eric and Ryan.

"It's working though." Encouraged Horatio.

Ryan shook his head. "Did you see the look on her face?"

"I hate pretending we forgot about her birthday." Eric said.

"Sometimes the end justifies the means." Replied Horatio as they separated to go their respective scenes.

It was probably the worst day she had ever experienced at work. She didn't even get one 'Happy Birthday'. Surely these people knew she was turning 16? They were Criminalists, they were supposed to notice these things.

She had mixed emotions on her way home. She felt sad, but also selfish at the same time. The Team had been through a lot and she was new…she really couldn't blame them.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Her Dad asked from the driver's seat.

"Nothing," Emily replied. "I'm good."

"Good. Doctor Philips said he could see you today before we go to dinner. He's probably going to get you out of that sling."

She smiled at her Dad.

She walked into the house after her doctor's appointment, free of her sling. She nearly burst into the kitchen, finally remembering that Marty and Kristin were coming. She was disappointed, however. They weren't there.

"Hey Mom?" She called.

"Yes?"

"Where are Marty and Kristin?"

"Oh they are running a bit late. They will meet us at the restaurant. Now get changed, this place is very formal."

"Okay Mom."

She sighed. Could my birthday possibly get any worse?