"Untitled"

Summary: Danny's point of view of Tanglewood and the Minhas' shooting written around Simple Plan's song UNTITLED.

Disclaimer: The real CSI:NY character Danny Messer is owned by Anthony Zuiker, not I. I just wanted to use him for a while to show a little frustration of my own. I do not own Simple Plan's UNTITLED. But I own the opinions here and the fan fic itself.

A/N: What if Danny was talking to you right now about his POV on Tanglewood and the Minhas' shooting? Please also be reminded that this was based on my opinion , and do not mistake them for facts Anthony Zuiker might give out.

UNTITLED:

"I open my eyes

I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light

I can't remember how

I can't remember why

I'm lying here tonight

And I can't stand the pain

And I can't make it go away

No I can't stand the pain"

I'm trying to forget about the Minhas shooting. I'm trying to move on. I'm getting rid of the thought that Mac's carefully slitting my throat with this situation. I'm doing my job to be the good guy. But the pain of it, wont' go away.

"How could this happen to me

I made my mistakes

I've got nowhere to run

The night goes on

As I'm fading away

I'm sick of this life

I just wanna scream

How could this happen to me"

Now, carefully, the big thing for my career (promotion to 2nd grade CSI) is slipping away.

I asked Mac if things were alright between us.

He told me, "We'll see…".

Damn it. My mistakes are piling up.

And with Tanglewood?

Oh no, don't get me started. I made a choice, I sorta repented from that. I graduated top of my class at the Police Academy. Yet, coz of these (Minhas' death and my association with Tanglewood) my life's a misery? I deserve more, you know.

"Everybody's screaming

I try to make a sound but no one hears me

I'm slipping off the edge

I'm hanging by a thread

I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold on to a time

When nothing mattered

And I can't explain what happened

And I can't erase the things that I've done

No I can't"

You remember Flack telling me not to hang myself over the situation? I told him I felt like I'm already hung. I'm telling people like Flack & Mac how I fell about the situation. Yet, I feel so alone. And I carefully suffocate in that rope. No one hears me out and does something about it. No one's assured me lately, "Danny I'ma be for you 100." No one. I've tried to move on. I just think about good times. When none of this happened.

I know, that even just once in your entire god damn life, that you felt so along, you just wanna give up.

I know you've been there.

A/N: This was based on MY personal feelings, so… S.O.S.

"Is anybody listening/ Can they hear me when I call/ I'm shooting signals in the air/ Cause I need somebody's help/ I can't make it on my own/ So I'm giving up myself/ Is anybody listening/ Listening"

(S.O.S-Good Charlotte)

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