"'Why did you let them believe it was you who cheated?' 'Why did you let me?'" After Danny's affair with Rikki, Lindsay left NY and the CSI lab thinking that she was the one who had an affair. Now she's back helping the with a case and she has to face the friends who think she betrayed them.
AN: Hi guys!! This is my first CSI NY story and I have to tell you all that I suck at updating, but im spending 9 hours on a train tomorrow so hopefully I'll get chapters if not the whole story done. Be kind I'm only 12.
Prologue --
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound of a watch ticked louder with every second.
'Or maybe that's just me.' She thinks.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
She look out the window of the plane. The New York airport is just coming into view. The city gets bigger and bigger. The pilot of the plane announces the decent to the ground.
A young women peers out the window. She can see the streets and cars and buildings coming into view. She looks out at the place that at one time, held a new beginning for her. A new life. But now only holds bad memories and a lot of 'what ifs'.
The plane lands. She makes her way out of the air port filled with grouchy, over worked New Yorkers and hails a taxi.
Her once short brown hair has grown out and was falling out of the clip she had it in by the time she climbed in the car.
She tells the cab driver an address. Her light, barely noticeable country twang coming through and he grunts his approval.
"Whatya doin' in New York?" The cab driver asks as he starts driving.
"Business." Came the women shot reply.
"What kind of business do you do to get yourself in the Four Seasons?" he asks, "You don't look like a high class hooker."
She laughed. The bluntness of New Yorkers never ceases to amaze her. "Hardly."
"Well then whatcha do?" he probes.
She decides she likes this man's relentless attitude and answers, "Depends on what days you ask me. Some days I keep people from going to jail. Sometimes I help the go to jail."
"A lawyer?" he grunts out.
"A CSI. Basically, I find the clues that sends people to jail." The woman sums up.
"Don't cops do that?"
"Not all of it."
With that the cab driver quiets down and lets his passenger look at all of the familiar places she once walked to or around every day.
The cab driver pulls over at the hotel spot and helps the woman out of the car.
He looks at the air port tags on her luggage and says, "I hope you have good business, Ms. Monroe."
Lindsay Monroe smiled at the driver and pays him. "Thank you. So do I."
He leaves and she enters the five star hotel.
"So do I." she mumbles.
AN: Alright. There you have the prologue.
Review if you want me to continue and if you like the story idea.
Oh and could someone help me create a descent title? Cuz, wow mine is crappy It'd be appreciated.