The bright lights danced across the street illuminating the dark doorway opposite the chaotic dance club. The bass beat out across the neighbourhood like the heart beat of the man lying in the doorway slowly bleeding out. Alley cats fought in some street behind the club, drowned out apart from their bitter sweet sympathy of death, as the ginger tom came flying over the wall dividing the streets, blood pouring from his wounds, blood matting the fur that could have once been pretty, the man took his last breath and shuddered to his death. The dying beats from the last song of the night swept his Elysian field, his last resting place and crashed to an end.

Two doorways down a young woman with streaming red hair that was illumined by the flashing lights from the club. She huddled as if to guard herself from the chill in the December air, a reasonable action given the thin clothing she wore. She sniffed, the cold causing her nose to drip and with a flash of metallic she raised the thing she was cradling so protectively to her body and watched almost serenely as her life blood sprayed in a beautiful arch to splash the wall and door. Then in slow motion she slumped forward, looking like any other sleeping street person. With a clang the silver knife fell to the ground, its tip covered in blood.

"Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart

I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you

Its hard to find relief and people can be so cold"

A faceless police officer joked to his friend about the two stiffs as he rolled the yellow tape around the two scenes, he'd seen too many bodies in this part of town to worry about one more dead hooker and another dead druggie. How very wrong he was, these two stiffs were more than anyone could bargain for and it just so happened that Danny Messer, dragged out of his delightfully warm bed and Lindsay Monroe were the CSI's that had this little disaster on their hands.

"When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you cant take anymore. Let me be the one you call"

Danny Messer had been comfortably asleep at five thirty this morning, his dreams filled with visions of his parents coming around to Sunday lunch with him and his wife and their kids waiting. They'd have a beautiful two story home on Long Island with one of those veranda's that ran all the way around the house with a spot in the sun for the cat to sleep where the kids couldn't get at her. After all Mitts might like some peace in her retirement, God knows she didn't get it now. His Dad was just helping his mother out of their car, Ma's face alight at seeing her son and his family again, never mind she'd been dead from breast cancer for the last five years or even that his father was an abusive alcoholic. Just as his mother was about to mount the stairs of Danny's fantasy home to greet her daughter in law the phone next to his bed rang.

Danny startled out of sleep flipped over in bed, hitting Mitts in the head on the way and grabbed the phone. The grey tabby cat previously curled up next to his leg sat up and with a long lingering lick of her paw glared at him. He winked back at her, hoping his masculine charm would work on his cat as well as female suspects, it didn't and Mitts leapt with graceful dignity from his bed to the door with her tail held high. Ignoring the antics of his cat and only companion, he spoke.

"Messer,"

Ten minutes later he pulled back the covers and got out of bed, wandering over to the shower he jumped in and out as fast as he could and with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping off his toned chest he headed toward the kitchen. Mitts sat with her tail wrapped around herself on one of the bar stools, Danny laughed and patted her as he walked past, she responded affectionately, her morning wake up call forgotten. He spoke to her as he grabbed an on the road breakfast and had a few gulps of coffee.

"Got two bodies in Brooklyn… girl and a guy…. Wondering if its a drug deal gone bust but Mac said the girl's a straight up suicide, maybe not connected. Ho can you imagine that Mitts- two bodies in the same alley on the same night and not connected. I'd resign if that's the case"

Danny pulled on his boots while balancing on a bar stool next to Mitts, breakfast bar in mouth. Standing up he patted Mitts and kissed her head and ran out the door. Mitts sat looking at the red door until less than thirty seconds later Danny opened it again and retrieved his phone from the counter. Waving he ran back out. Mitts shook her little head at her masters antics and sauntered off to begin her day, starting with a nice bath on the pool table in the sun.

"And there has always been heartache and pain And when its over you'll breathe again. You'll breath again"

Lindsay Monroe was no where near as ready as her colleague for her day. Her phone buzzed under the couch she was currently using as a bed, one leg flung over the side and the other over the end. She yawned and groped about for it, catching it with her finger tips she groaned when she saw Mac's name on her screen.

"Monroe,"

She listen attentively to her boss and then with a groan looked up at the clock above her television, she had twenty minutes, that gave her ten to lie on the couch and doze if she didn't change, she didn't even pause to think about it and lay back and closed her eyes.

Fifteen minutes later her eyes sprang open and Lindsay swung into action. Racing to the bathroom she quickly took off her make up from the night before and replaced it with make up that covered the signs of her hangover. She brushed her hair and grabbed a can of hair spray to hold it in place then, swallowing the aspirin that was in the drawer for her headache, rushed to the kitchen. Skidding to a stop on her tiled floor, socks sliding easily, she gabbed the small opened water bottle from the bench and took a swing, just enough vodka burned down her throat to get her though the day. On speed clean she removed the bottles lying on the floor and standing upright around the coffee table and hid them. She grabbed her keys, phone and bag and left the apartment to wait for Danny downstairs.

A/N well clearly I don't own CSI NY or any related shows and I certainly don't own the lyrics to Savage Garden's Crash and Burn, which is one song of many that will appear in this story. Now i know i have a pile of reviewers out there waiting for the next installment of My Mothers Daughter which will come out soon but I've only just got my laptop back after a string of horrible disarsters and first priority is catching up on work i have to get in asap, then I'll do the final editing on My mothers Daughter. This story I've been typing up at the library and now able to post.

enjoy my darling reviewers and I shall come abounding though with the next chapter soon...

Kiwi