A/N – This fic is set sometime early in season 4. Be gentle this is my first CSI NY fic ever. Of course its DL.

I don't own any of the characters except Lizzie. However I do own all these little ideas that float around in my head.

Prologue

I look at the alarm clock by my bed, it's 6am and the sound of screaming toddlers has been ringing in my ears for what seems like forever. What can you expect when you live in a dump like this with dozens of other kids? The only difference is that I'm not a kid anymore and this place seems to get worse every day. Oh god… this is Saturday and I shouldn't be anywhere near alive yet.

I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Lizzie, Elizabeth when I've done something wrong, and I'm 14 years old. I live in a children's home, yes it is as bad as it sounds, that's because my parents didn't want me. I haven't seen my parents since the day they dropped me off and I was only 2 weeks old so I don't remember anything. I was never adopted because I couldn't settle anywhere when I was younger and let's face it, as Seth from the O.C rightly put it, nobody wants a brand new teenager. I've learnt to accept that I don't have family so I'm determined to do right by my kids but that's a long way off right now.

So back to today, I have nothing planned. All of my friends are spending time with their families this weekend, so I'm all alone. You're probably thinking, what about all those other kids? Well the only other kids near my age are quite weird really. Amber is 12 and she doesn't talk to anyone all I've ever heard her say is yes and no. Jason and Ben are both 11 and the most annoying people I have ever met. I think I'm gonna go mad in here all day, I have to get out of here.

After showering and eating the cereal I have stashed under my bed I shout that I'm going out, not that anybody notices anyway. I decide to go for a walk through the park. As I walk along the street the cold air sends a shiver down my spine, a thick layer of frost covers the street signalling the coming of winter. Without noticing tears flow down my cheeks, that happens sometimes when I feel alone. I walk past the sea of people to the more secluded part of the park. I walk down towards my favourite spot, under the small stone bridge. I jerked back when I saw a foot beside mine. At first I thought it was a homeless person but as my eyes travelled along the body I saw this person was smartly dressed. As my eyes reached her head I had to fight the urge to vomit, her head had been smashed in, literally. I stood there frozen for what seemed like ages until I came out of my trance and screamed as loud as I could. I do feel quite sorry for anyone who was close by at that point because I let out an incredibly loud scream.