Disclaimer: I don't own any of the cast of CSI NY…with the exception of Marissa she's mine

Spoiler: Idea from 'Heat Wave' CSI Miami Novel

Mac stepped out of the first patrol car. Immediately he let out a curse; the rain was coming down hard and with vengeance. The wind was blowing his jacket open as he struggled to get the zipper closed; standing at 5''9, short crew cut brown hair and intense brown eyes that have seen everything from death to birth to war to loss. He loved his job very much. He ran this through his head as he made his way to the trunk to gather up his case and slowly made his way towards Flack; who was standing under the shelter of a store staring at the ebony black sky.

Stella had arrived accompanied by their newest recruit. As Stella got out of the car her hair turned into an immense whirlwind; auburn curls flying everywhere. Her suit was immediately drenched with hot water; the rain coming down as thick as microwave oatmeal. Stella Bonasera was half Greek and half Italian but a full New Yorker; she was 5"8 with auburn red hair and dazzling hazel eyes. Her attitude gave her the name "Lady Liberty" she swore to her friend as she tied the sash of her raincoat around her waist snuggly and headed over to meet Mac and Don.

Marissa had just gotten out of the patrol car and immediately regretted it. That day she had chosen to wear a black vest with white sleeves and black dress pants. She was smart in putting her dirty blond hair up in a high ponytail, but the wind untangled wisps here and there. Marissa was the newest member; she started working 3 years ago and earned her place alongside Mac's team in a flash' with her willingness to roll up her sleeves and tackle any job was a welcoming addition to the team. She had blue/green eyes that showed more then what a normal 33 year old was suppose to have witnessed but kept a cheery glint to them. Her clothes were already soaked and stuck to her skin the minute she made it to the trunk for her kit. She pushed back her usual underwater kit and grabbed her steel one and a windbreaker with white lettering NYPD on the back. She swore mildly taking some words from her hometown in British Columbia, Canada and trudged her way across the street jumping out of the way of some puddles but landing in others.

Marissa plated herself in the store beside Stella and in front of Mac.

"As you both already know the rain probably washed everything away so we have to work quick in preserving everything that hasn't" Mac said turning up his collar and brushed off some raindrops from his own trench coat. Stella nodded and headed back in the rain to take pictures of the shot body; Marissa continued behind her looking down on the ground for anything not already taken away by the current or the wind.

Inside Mac was gathering evidence and taking pictures while Flack was interviewing witnesses and bystanders.

Mac bent over to collect one of many knives that were tinted with blood and sealed them in bags. Next came the excruciating pain of picking up and documenting the thousands of bullets lying on the ground, planted in the walls and some perturbing from victims.

Marissa was getting nowhere fast; she had scanned the whole area and only picked up a handful of bullets in which she bagged and placed in her case that was beneath the cover of her car. She rolled her eyes and stared at the sky and swore in vain. Stella walked over and glanced at her progress.

"Anything?" She asked whipping her wet hair out of her face and pocketing her camera. Marissa looked up and sighed.

"From what hasn't washed away with the rain…let's just say I'm not bouncing up and down to go show Mac." She said tucking a loose strand behind her ear and handing Stella a hair elastic.

Stella thankfully accepted it and brought hair behind her head and tied it up.

"Unless…." She tipped her head over to a manhole that was greedily swallowing up water. Marissa looked at it a sec and looked back at Stella.

"No way Riss…that's crazy talk, I'm not sending you done there…you ever heard of Albino Alligators!" Stella hollered over the storm. Marissa rolled her eyes and grabbed Stella's latex gloved hands with hers.

"Come on Stell, you know it's a good idea…and what are the chances that one Alligator is waiting down there at this exact moment?" She creased her brow and headed for the trunk.

Stella bit her lip but realized there was no way to stop her…she just had to make sure Mac didn't find out. "Get your butt over here I need help." She heard Marissa call from behind the car.

Stella hurried over and watched as Marissa undid a duffel to reveal a dark purple wetsuit. She pulled it out and placed it on the rim she emptied the bag taking out a belt with lots off pocket; one for everything. She turned towards Stella and looked in her eyes.

"No one gets past you got it." She said seriously. Without getting an answer back she started undoing her pants.

"Whoa give me time to turn around…where'd you get those by the way?" Stella said standing in front of Marissa trying her best to block her undressing form.

"Vogue, you like?" She peeled off her pants and quickly stuffed her feet in her diving suit. She jumped up and down in spot to get her feet through; proving it difficult with wet skin.

"Yah they're cute…Hurry up Flack's heading towards us!" Stella said throwing a glance behind her shoulder.

Marissa tore off her blouse in a frenzy and got the rest of her body in the suit.

"K' zip me up." She tapped Stella on the shoulder and turned around as Stella zipped up the zipper up her back. She looked in front of Stella and saw Flack making his way towards them. "I need you to somehow get him to take out the manhole cover and steer him away after." She buckled the belt behind her and stuck her 9 millimeter in the holster and followed suit with her flash light, pocket knife, evidence bags and other things.

While Stella nodded and walked off she hooked up her portable communicator and put it in her ear and hooking it on to her belt. She strapped on her portable metal detector to her wrist and plunged it in loop on her belt. She turned around and looked from side to side making sure Mac was tied up and not coming around for an inspection. She shut the hood of the trunk and put on her big rubber boots, and made her way towards Stella who was gingerly standing around the open manhole cover.

"Okay…I'm on frequency 2 alright." She looked once more over her shoulder, took a deep breath and gently headed down the manhole. She unclipped her flashlight and placed it between her teeth and she slowly climbed down the ladder. She slipped more then once on the goop and also almost lost her lunch by the stench. She placed a firm step in ankle deep water and let go of the ladder. She clicked on her communicator.

"Okay I'm down…no sight of your albino alligator Stell sorry."

Author's Note: In this chapter I wanted to introduce my characters a little before starting off their adventure…I remembered the 'Lady Liberty' saying so I decided to put it to justice and give the well deserved title to our Stella Bonasera who rightfully deserves it…Liked it? Love to hear from yah don't be a stranger.

Brit -xox-