Chapter One:

Rachael Garcia stood nervously in the elevator waiting for it to stop; she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Thirty five floors, now just why did the crime lab have to be so high up?

She hated elevators, but as she was going to be working in the lab on a daily basis, it was something Rachael would have to get used to as walking up the stairs wasn't even an option. She cracked her eyes open when she heard a snigger from the only other occupant of the elevator.
"Not a fan of these things I take it?" Turning herself to see where the voice had come from, Rachael saw a man of similar height to her, with dirty blonde hair slightly spiked up in places and eye glasses perched upon his face. He gave her a warm smile and extended his hand. "Danny Messer."

Rachael let out the breath she didn't know she was still holding and shook Danny's hand. "Rachael Garcia, and no, I am most definitely not a fan of these...things. But stairs are out of the question." She said with a hint of laughter in her voice, glancing down at her shoes. Danny couldn't help but notice the accent, and the looks. He had to admit Rachael was rather nice to look at – not that he would go telling the wife that - with long honey blonde hair in big loose curls and a thick full fringe that framed her face perfectly, average height for a woman, wearing loose fitting low-rise denim jeans and a deep purple, v-neck t-shirt that accentuated her feminine curves. Danny cleared his throat and decided to find out just who this doll was. "So, you ain't from around here are you?"
"Ah, no, that obvious, huh?" She giggled. "I'm actually from London, but I've spent the last three years in Miami."

Danny nodded. "So why'd you move, from London I mean?"
Rachael shrugged unsure herself of the exact reasons why she'd left England, she could go into detail but with only five floors to go she opted for the easy option "You know, I don't know why, I kinda just did."

"Fair enough." Slightly dissatisfied with her answer, Danny decided not to push her for any other reasons, besides they didn't really know each other so who was he to pry into her life?
The elevator pinged and the doors slowly opened, Rachael looked up at the numbers, 35, phew at last. "Well this is my stop." Glancing at her watch and realising she was almost late; Rachael stepped towards the exit, about to speak.

"This is me too, crime lab." Danny stated raising his eyebrows at Rachael's confused look. "I'm a CSI."
"Ah! Well, maybe you could help me then. I need to find Mac Taylor, I kinda forgot the way to his office"
"Sure I can. So I take it you're the new lab tech?" Danny questioned, amused at the thought of Adam having to contend with a new person who wasn't only bubbly, but female and very attractive; he could picture the sight in his head, hoping he would be around to witness a socially awkward lab geek more than likely become a bumbling wreck just at the sight of Rachael, something he had witnessed with some of the other women in the lab, mainly Stella, coming in to close proximity of Adam.

Rachael followed him through the glass corridors, purely amazed by the place. "Yes, that would be me. And I'm almost late for my first day."
Danny led her to the glass office knocking on the door "Here we are, well it was nice to meet you Rachael, I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Nice to meet you too, Danny, thanks for showing me where to go."

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The door in front of Rachael opened and she felt that wave of nervousness re-appear. The stern face of Mac Taylor appeared, and softened when he saw who was stood before him. "Miss Garcia, come on in"

"Thanks." Rachael looked around the office as she entered, seeing the plaques and pictures that graced the walls. She sat in the hard, not very appealing chair across from the fancy leather one Mac had sat himself in behind his desk. He gave her the relevant paperwork to fill out before she could get started, a few minutes later she passed the papers, along with the pen back across the table where Mac put them into a folder.
"So I see you've already met Danny, I'll show you to your locker and introduce you to everyone else."
They walked around through the lab finding Stella Bonasera - a stupendously attractive woman with even more stupendous high heels...how was she supposed to catch criminals in shoes like that? - With Danny and Sheldon Hawkes in the break room where Rachael was briefly introduced and quickly put at ease with the smiles and genuine niceness of her colleagues. Now she found herself, along with Mac and Danny who seemed to have tagged along for the tour heading in to the AV lab where she saw two people, a man and pregnant woman both laughing at something, unaware of the presence at the doorway until Mac noisily cleared his throat. "Lindsay, Adam, I would like you to meet our new lab tech, Rachael Garcia."

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An hour later Rachael had been introduced to everyone and had been given the grand tour she found herself sat in the DNA lab quietly processing samples for Stella whilst Adam sat opposite working his way through a box of broken bottles, trying to process the shards and piece them together in hope of finding something, anything to link them to the suspect that was waiting in holding. She looked up from what she was doing to see a very flustered looking Adam. "Any luck?"

Adam awkwardly glanced over to her. "Ah...um, well no...not exactly... there is nothing, and I'm stumped, Flack has a suspect waiting and I have nothing, you have anything?"

"Maybe...got the DNA from under the vic's fingernails running through the database. Fingers crossed we get a hit." Rachael drummed her fingers on the desk whilst staring at the screen, almost willing it to come up with something useful. Sighing at the lack of solid evidence they had against Richard Clifton, who was, unbeknown to them, starting to get very agitated in the PD, she decided to attempt to strike up conversation with Adam to hopefully break the ice a little between them. "So, how long have you been working here?"

Adam opened his mouth to reply when the machine between them frantically beeped, he watched Rachael's eyes light up as the screen gave her the results from the search. "You got something good?"

Rachael grinned back at him. "I certainly do, it's a match to Richard Clifton, who has priors for domestic abuse. I'll call Stella." A few moments later she hung up the phone and stretched in her seat, her shirt rising up just slightly, revealing a slither of skin, causing Adam to blush...something which didn't go unnoticed. She smirked to herself discreetly, checking her watch; lunch time. "Right I need coffee and food, care to join me?"
Adam stared at her uneasily. "Um...well, I erm..." But without warning Rachael grabbed his arm dragging him towards the exit.

"Come on, I'm new here and haven't got a clue where the best places to grab something to eat are." She pouted, noting the reluctant look upon Adam's face. "Let's go, I'm not taking no for an answer."
Knowing this was one argument that he wasn't going to win he gave in. "Fine, fine, let me...um...go get my jacket."

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A/N Nikki:Well here is chapter one of our new story, this is the first time we've attempted a New York fic so I hope y'all like it and hope that we've not made anyone too much out of character. I would like to thank my partner in crime for helping me do this, so big thanks M! Anyways, we'd love some feedback and reviews from you lovely readers.

A/N Mary: Hello! Hope you all liked the first chapter! As my fabulous co-writer Nikki says, we would love, love, LOVE some feedback, so anything you give us will be greatly appreciated :) :D...Cheers, dears!