AN: Alright brand new story! I got the inspiration from the song "Talk you Down" by The Script. R&R!

Disclaimer: CSI: New York is not mine. If it was this little scene would be in an episode. The song I got inspiration from isn't mine either...

I couldn't stand it anymore I need out of here. After everything that had happened...Aiden, Louie, Ruben...Lindsay...I couldn't take it. I'd lost them and the only person I could blame was myself. It was over. I'd given up. Now here I was sitting on a park bench at three in the morning...how was I supposed to keep going knowing they were gone. How could I live with myself after what I had done?

"You know," Flack said clamly sitting down beside me. "I knew you'd be here."

"How would ya know that?" I asked without much interest.

"You came here when Aiden died...and when Louie died...now Ruben's died and you've lost two people in one go." He told me sadly. "I know what your thinking. It's why your guns in your hands and not in your holster, it's why I'm sitting on this bench ready to talk you out of it again."

"What am I gunna do without her, Don?" I muttered starting to cry. "She was everything to me and now..."

"First you're gunna give me your gun." He stated confidently. I handed it over to him seeing the choice I'd been so sure of disappearing. "Now you're..."

"Why are you doing this...it isn't any of your buisness..." I whispered.

"You're my friend, Danny. That makes it my buisness." He said smiling. I stood and started walking away. He caught up to me easily. His hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.

That was the wrong move...I was gunna hit him, but the second I saw his face my mood changed. The look on his face was so sad like I'd already hit him. I'd hurt him already, just someone else to add to the list.

"Listen, I know your sad, but..." I turned away I couldn't stand the look in his eyes. He made me face him again.

"Look at me!" I paid attention then. "You're sad, I understand that, and you hate yourself right now, but trust me killing yourself isn't the answer. You've got so much left to live for! You have to fight this and get back on your feet and when you have, you can fight for Lindsay all over again. Fight to get her back."

"I don't know if I can..."

"I know it and deep down you do too. Come on you're staying at my place tonight."

AN: So there it is...hope you liked it...Review!