Ok this story is mainly me working through jitters I had after my Camp America Interview. Writting this helped me express what I couldn't say out loud. So please if your going to flame it. Just know I don't listen to people who don't write themselves and those who do well we'll see who's more hurt after.


She wasn't nervous, but then again she wasn't massively excited either. Which seemed weird really as she was always, always one or the other; but at the moment she was…well indifferent. It was something she was going to do; she knew that from the start. Backing out this time wasn't an option for her. This would change her life, who she was; in so many ways she couldn't count. But feelings at the moment well Lindsay Monroe couldn't describe them. I guess you could say she was content; if that was the right thing to say. Every other time she had decided to do something like this; she backed out at the last minute; too scared of what might happen. Sure what could happen and where she might end up scared the hell out of her; but some where deep inside it excited her as well. She'd always been the safe one. The one that took the road that was dull, boring; a road that she knew she couldn't get hurt on. But she was starting to see; choosing that road every time was getting a little boring. Sure it was safe but she never met any one new; didn't have anything but the same old tales people had heard a million times. Lindsay needed a change; a shake up something to show she wasn't just boring old Lindsay who played it safe every time; and this was it.

Looking at her computer screen her hands shook slightly as she clicked on the send button. There she'd done it; it was on its way now the rest was up to fate. Sitting back in her chair slightly she let out a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. A small smile crept upon her face biting her lip she looked up as her partner walked into their tiny office.

"What are you up to?" the older women asked knowing that look all too well. She had seen it on her own daughter too many times. But she knew Lindsay and knew that nothing like that would be going through the young women's head. Looking up Lindsay smirked she wouldn't say anything not yet she didn't want to jinx it. Shaking her sandy brown curls she got up and rested a hand on the women's shoulder.

"Nothing you have to worry about Denise," she said kindly walking out of the office and down the hall.

6 months later.

This was it, the do or die email flexing her fingers to get rid of trembling, Lindsay took the mouse in her hand and clicked open the email.

Dear Miss Monroe,

It is with great pleasure that I write you this email and tell you that your application for transfer has been approved. Welcome to the New York Crime Lab. If you could arrange to be here as soon as you can that would be much appreciated.

Sincerely

Mac Taylor

She'd done it this was a new path one she had no idea what was going to happen or how it was going to turn out. It thrilled and scared the living day lights out of her. She was going to be so far away from her family. She would no longer be able to drive over to her parent's ranch and give her mother and father a hug for no good reason other then she loved them. This was what she needed; a new start something to shed the last piece of childhood she'd been hanging onto for so long. It ment new friends, new places to visit; things to see, learn and do; but most of all it was the first stepping stone to a new Lindsay. One that wasn't scared of what might be if she took the wrong turn; sure she'd take some wrong turns but she'd learn from them, grow as a person and ultimately become the best person and CSI that should could be.