nAll right. Let's try this again. I tried out this character in LV, but I just couldn't match her with the storyline that I wanted. So I sort of copied and pasted her here. I hope you find my story interesting. She has been 'haunting' me for quite some time now.

I do not own CSI: NY. That belongs to all the big guys down at CBS.

I am totally using this opportunity to get Stella and Mac together. Ha! For my buds at CSI Files and . I love you guys!

She stared at the body before her, blocking out the screams and gasps and utter cries that were behind her. How come in events like these she was the only one with self-control? This was not a self-doubt question. Just one that she always had to answer. She was way use to this situation.

She had blocked off the backstage area with chairs, hoping to keep unwanted shoes and DNA to a limit. None of these girls could handle this. They burst into tears when they watch their best friends perform on the weekend of their last performance- when it wasn't even their last performance. But then again, a dead body was a not-every-day scenario. At least for them.

"Endza."

She blinked, before turning around to respond to her name. One of the girls was trying to get her attention. Of course, it was the girl who thought she was running the show.

"Are you sure that you're allowed to be back there?"

Endza rolled her eyes internally.

"Are you sure you're allowed to be watching?" She responded in her serious but soft tone. Everyone kept silent and scattered.

Except for her two best friends, who were standing on either side of the door, arms crossed. This wasn't an everyday thing to them, but at least they had the maturity to not start screaming their heads off like someone was coming at them with an axe. Besides this guy wasn't even killed with an axe. But there was blood coming from his ears. People kill so simply in America.

Mac Taylor ducked under the familiar yellow tape. Murder at a theatre. What would it be this time? Internal romance? Jealousy over a role? Accidental stupidity with the weights and ropes? Who knows? He could see the doors that lead to the body, as he saw Flack wave him down. Walking down the corridor was definitely a tad different for him. Girls in costumes were lined up against the brick walls hugging and clinging to each other as if aliens were now entering the building. Some were hysteric. Others were simply scared. But one thing was definitely for sure- drama. But the other odd part was that every adult that may have been participating was also in the hallway. There was a whole 20 feet from the last adult to where Flack was standing. How come no one was crowding him? Flack didn't even have to have another guard with him. Odd.

He came closer with his colleague.

"Dan Hampston. 34. Single. Worked with the lighting company that was hired to do the show. One of the girls found him when she came back here to look for scotch tape."

Mac raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently, they use tape to make sure their ribbons don't fall out, I dunno." He shrugged.

"Why wasn't anyone else back here?" Mac asked, walking past Flack.

"Well, the girl said that they had just finished warm up and were told to go and put costumes on. So, according to her, all the dancers were gone. As for the rest of the crew…. Well, I haven't gotten that far."

"Flack." The detective faced Mac. "Why are chairs blocking the body?"

"Oh, you'll have to talk to her about that."

Flack pointed across the hall to an open door that lead to one of the dressing rooms.

"Hey. Your CSI is here." He said.

A teenage girl stepped out of the room. Long brown hair, round face, brown eyes… and five foot seven. She was really pretty. Beautiful. She had a foreign look to her. The expression on her face was soft but serious, calm yet alert. She knew something.

"Did you find the body?" asked Mac.

"No." she said shaking her head. "She did."

The girl held out her hand, signaling for someone to step out of the dressing room. Another teen, several inches shorter, stepped out. She had obviously been crying and gave Mac and Flack her best puppy dog eyes.

"What's your name?" Mac asked the shorter girl.

"M… Melissa." she responded, shakily. The older teen patted her on the shoulder, with a hint of annoyance.

"You are going to go with this officer right here okay." He said.

Melissa nodded and began to cry again. The other teen sighed.

"So?" Mac asked. "What's your name?"

The teen regained her tender composure and peered at the CSI next to her.

"Endza. Endza Vavare`."

MUAHAHAHA! That is my intro. Now let's see if I can actually continue!