Hello everyone. This was just an idea I had this afternoon and I thought, I'd try it out. Be gentle with me, as I don't even quite know yet where this might be going. Just let me know whether you like the beginning and whether you would be interested in more. Any review is welcome, constructive criticism appreciated. Thanks a lot and now have fun reading and, hopefully, reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the CBS show CSI:NY. I do however own my OC Amy Scott.

Summary: The team is surprised when a new member joins. A member they had no idea was on her way. But with this big case on their hands, she might just be the one person they need to solve this case.

Pairings: Flack/OC, Flack/Angell, DL, maybe a little Mac/Stella.

Setting: Set after 5x23 (Greater Good). This means that Danny's and Lindsay's little girl is born and they are married. I will not let my story be influenced by any spoilers, so spoiler-free people should be safe to read this.

1989.

Mrs Jennings was stood in the kitchen, looking out of the window, impatiently waiting for her husband's car to turn round the corner. He was already ten minutes late and her roast was waiting to be eaten. She knew that Jim liked it when the roast was still tender and not as chewy as leather. She knew that Jim's favourite dish was roast and she wanted to surprise him. It was their 23rd wedding anniversary. She was sure that he had forgotten, but it didn't matter to her. When she got married to him, she knew that he would be the kind of man who always forgot either his wife's birthday or their wedding anniversaries. She had been right the last 23 years and she didn't expect him to remember today of all days. But it didn't matter to her – she just loved her husband for making her so happy.

She heard a car turning around the corner and shed a look outside the window, wanting to see whether it was Jim's car she had heard. Because it was already so dark outside, all she could see were the headlights coming in the direction of their house. She knew it was Jim and so she went and opened the oven, wanting to get the roast out. She bent down and at that moment, she heard the squeaking of car brakes and the crash-sound it made when a car hit a lamp post. Knowing that it had been her husband's car she had just seen in the street, she dropped the roast on the floor and ran outside.

Just as she opened the door, she could see Jim getting out of the smoking car.

"Are you alright?" Mrs Jennings wanted to know, running over to her husband, checking whether he was bleeding somewhere.

"Never mind me," he said. "What about the little girl I almost ran over?"

Jim pointed onto the street and Mrs Jennings could see the little blonde-haired girl standing in the middle of the street, crying. She was wearing her pyjamas, her hair tousled as if she had just come out of bed. The little girl couldn't have been older than five.

Mrs Jennings walked over to the little girl, still standing in the middle of street, crying and not moving. She was obviously in shock at almost being run over by a car.

"Are you alright, my dear?" she wanted to know.

"No, I'm not," said the little girl, the tone of her voice matter-of-factly.

"Are you hurt? Where are your parents?"

"My parents are in our kitchen," said the little blonde, pointing towards a house down the road. Mrs Jennings knew that not that long ago, maybe a week or two, a couple with their daughter had moved into the house. She had seen the mother a couple of times, but she had always seemed so busy with moving and renovating the place that she hadn't yet bothered her with neighbourly chit-chat.

"How about I get you back to your parents then?" Mrs Jennings offered. She looked back at her husband who was standing behind her, shrugging his shoulders, indicating that this little girl was as much of a mystery to him as she was to his wife. Mrs Jennings looked down at the little girl, prepared to take her hand and lead her back to her house. She wasn't prepared, however, for the answer the little girl was about to give – 3 little words that would haunt Mr and Mrs Jennings for the rest of their lives.

"They are dead."

20 years later – 2009.

The constant ringing of his cell phone woke him up. Detective Don Flack Jr. groaned and reached over to the side of the bed where his cell was lying on the ground. He didn't even have to take a look at who the caller might be – he instinctively knew that it was work. Hell, who else would be calling him at two, in the middle of the night?

"Flack," he answered the phone, his voice still coarse from having just woken up.

"Detective Flack, this is Amber from the precinct. I have a case here and there is no other detective available and Chief Sinclair said to call you and…"

"It's alright, Amber, don't sweat it. Just give me the address and tell me everything you know." Flack sat up in bed and grabbed the notepad that he always had lying on the nightstand next to the bed. He scribbled down the address he had to go to and also noted the few details that Amber could give him.

After having hung up, Flack got out of bed and rubbed his face. Somehow he knew that this was going to be a long night, followed by an even longer day.

Flack arrived at the crime scene, everything already illuminated with police cars standing right and left of the house. He saw Mac Taylor's black SUV and sighed. This man never went to bed. Flack assumed that Mac had been in the lab again when the call came in, that's why he was already here. Flack hated it to be the last at the scene, later than the CSIs.

"Mac," Flack shouted as he walked past the crime scene tape and into the house. Flack didn't even have to wait for an answer – he could already see Mac and Stella standing in the kitchen. They had their backs to him and he couldn't quite see what they were staring at, but after all those years as a detective, he had a pretty good idea what might be expecting him in that house.

The only detail he had about the case so far was that a couple had been found murdered in their own house, discovered in the kitchen by a friend. According to Amber, the friend said on the 911 call that his friends had been stabbed in their own kitchen. If this was the case, he knew that this was going to be a bloody and gruesome business.

Flack walked into the kitchen, greeting Mac and Stella, both, who immediately turned around to great the tall and dark-haired detective. They also made way for Flack to have a look at the bodies, a sight Flack wasn't quite prepared for in the early hours of the night.

Blood was everywhere, even on the kitchen cabinets. The victims were lying on their backs on the kitchen floor and Flack walked closer to have a better look. They both had not only been stabbed once, but several times. At first count, Flack already counted 13 stab wounds in the women's chest and he assumed that the man must have had twice as many.

"Somehow I'm thinking I can already guess the murderer's motif," Flack said, looking round t where Stella started processing the door lock.

"Rage?" she asked rhetorically, not really needing an answer to her question. She had been a crime scene investigator for so long now that she sometimes thought she could hear a murderer's thoughts even though he wasn't even arrested yet. Her first thought upon seeing those two young people slaughtered in their own house had been that this murderer was beyond brutal.

"Do we know who they are?" Flack wanted to know from Mac, who was leaning over the husband's body.

"Delia and Jack Parker. Only moved here a couple of weeks ago." Mac pointed to the dining table, which was set ready for a dinner. "Were probably minding their own business, having dinner together in their new house. They had no idea how this night would turn out for them." Mac sighed, trying to count the stab wounds the male victim had in his chest. "I counted 23 so far and I bet Sid's going to find way more than just the ones I can see with my bare eyes."

"No evidence of forced entry on the locks, neither the front door lock nor this backdoor one. I think it's safe to assume that the victims knew their killer, probably even invited him into their own house," Stella said, taking off her gloves. "I'm going to take a look at the rest of the house. Maybe I can find a broken window somewhere and that might give us something other than the total evidence of zero we have so far. Wish me luck," she said and left the room.

"No evidence whatsoever?" Flack wanted to know from Mac.

"Nothing we could find. The fingerprints we did find are all from our victims, as is to be expected since this is their house. The blood needs to be tested back at the lab, but I got a feeling that it will all come back to those two," he said, pointing to the two victims. "I'm actually waiting for Sid to come round and collect the bodies. Maybe the autopsy will reveal a little more about our murderer," Mac added.

"You know, Mac, this is one of the cases I just want to solve," Flack said. "Obviously I want to solve any case I work, that's why I am a detective. But this one here? Whoever did this was so angry, he might just do it again. Different couple, but the same bloodshed. I want him behind bars." Flack looked down at the two victims, shaking his head. He felt Mac's hand on his shoulder.

"I know what you mean, Don, I know exactly what you mean."

Danny Messer stepped out of the elevator and entered the New York City crime lab. This had been his day off, but a call from Mac had woken him up from his dreams.

"Hey Mac, you called and here I am," Danny said as he ran into Mac in the hallway. "What do you need me to do?"

"First off, sorry I had to call you in on your day off. I know you and Lindsay would love to have some quality time with your baby. How is my little girl, by the way? Decided on a name yet?"

"As a matter of fact, we did – last night over dinner. But I'm not going to tell you now, I had to promise Lindsay. She'd love to be there when we tell her godfather," Danny replied, a little smirk on his face.

"I don't know whether I should feel flattered or afraid now," Mac said, smiling at Danny. Being this little girl's godfather had been such an honour for Mac that he still felt warm inside thinking of the day in the hospital two weeks ago when Lindsay and Danny asked him. His whole team of investigators was so much more than just his team, they were his family. And with this little and simple gift, Mac felt as if they acknowledged this and showed him that they felt exactly the same way about him. He was a father figure to Danny and Lindsay and the fact that they wanted him as the godfather felt enormously good and satisfying.

"I can't wait for the name, then," he said, smiling at Danny. "But now I'm afraid, we have to get to work. Sheldon's in the lab already, he will brief you on the case. I would do it myself, but Chief Sinclair just called me into his office. And don't ask me what he wants, I have as much of a clue as you do," he added, patting Danny paternally on the shoulder.

Danny turned around and walked in the direction of the lab.

Mac knocked on Chief Brigham Sinclair's door and awaited the sign to enter. When he was called inside, he opened the door, still unsure as to what might await him inside.

"Ah, Mac. Thanks for coming down as quickly as you did. Here is someone I'd like to introduce to you," Sinclair said, pointing to the young woman, who was standing in the other corner of the room. Mac hadn't even noticed her when entering the room.

She was obscured by the shadows in the corner and Mac couldn't really see anything apart from her being tall and slim, with long hair. She stepped out of the shadows and allowed Mac a closer look at herself. Her long hair was blonde and curly, her eyes blue. She wasn't smiling. Her eyes looked as if they had been through a lot lately.

"Mac, this is Detective Amy Scott. She is from London and she will be joining your team today," Sinclair announced to the dumbfounded Mac.

"Brigham, I don't think I quite understand what you're saying. I don't need a new investigator in my team," Mac said, looking at Sinclair, waiting for an explanation. Mac looked aside to the young English and apologetically said: "Nothing against you personally, sorry."

She shrugged it off with a sign of the hand and looked at Sinclair.

"Mac, I hired Detective Scott. She will be paid by the city. Papers are all already signed and in order. You will be her supervisor," Sinclair said, knowing that this was not enough explanation for Mac.

"Brigham, I'm going to need more than that, I'm afraid. My team really doesn't need a new investigator. We have everything under control."

"I know all that, Mac. But you would do me a personal favour if you would be less stubborn now and start working on that big case I know you have on your table," the Chief replied. With a wink Mac and the new detective were excused.

Mac nodded into Amy's direction and indicated for her to follow him. As he was already by the door, he turned around once more and told Sinclair: "This is not ever yet, Brigham. I'm going to get back at you. You know that you owe me a better explanation than just this."

With that Mac was out of the door, followed by the new detective Amy Scott. Mac had no idea what was going on here, but he was determined to find out.