Disclaimer: I don't own, if I did things would be a bit different. There would definitely be more Baby Lucy action cuz she's super cute! ^-^
It was a shining, sunny day in New York City; the streets were crowded as ever with the city's inhabitants and the smell of exhaust along with several other smells filled the air. In front of the building that held the New York City crime lab, stood a girl. She had dark brown almost black curly hair. She was average in height and also appeared to be of Hispanic descent. After standing there for what seemed like hours, the girl took a deep calming breath and walked into the building. Walking up to the information desk inside the lobby the girl asked where the office of a Detective Mac Taylor was. The clerk sitting at the desk appeared to be in his mid thirties and somehow managed to keep a perpetual scowl on his face.
"Take the elevator up to the fifth floor, his office should be there," the clerk stated bored.
"Thanks," said the girl feeling more then a little disgruntled at his attitude.
Someone forgot to eat his Wheaties this morning, she mentally grumbled as she made her way to the elevator. Just as she was a few feet away from the silver elevator doors all of a sudden the floor met her face.
"Ow," was all she could groan out. Slowly getting up she glanced at the thing that caused the introduction between the floor and her face. She quickly realized that the "thing" was not a thing at all, but a "he". A very attractive "he" too, she thought.
"He" then managed to stammer out, " Oh God! I'm so sorry! I'm just running late and, Oh My God! I'm Late!" After which he took toward the elevators and got in just as they closed.
"Shit," was all the girl could say.
Crime scene analyst Adam Ross was not having a good day. In fact, "bad day" may have been an understatement. To start things off his alarm clock didn't go off, so in turn he woke up a half hour late and already at a bad start. After running a fast forward version of his morning routine and rushing out his door, he went to a small coffee shop near the crime lab. Thankfully it wasn't busy, which was slightly strange considering it was nine in the morning.
NINE IN THE MORNING!!!! Adam screamed mentally. He hadn't realized he was so late. Snapping out of his stupor he quickly grabbed his coffee and rushed out of the door, leaving the barrista behind the counter laughing quietly at his antics.
While rushing down the crowed sidewalk towards work, someone nudged him rather hard and caused him to spill his scorching hot coffee on his shirt. After standing there and screaming in pain for a minute or two, he began his long journey again. This time while crossing the street he almost became a hit and run victim.
"That's all I need," he grumbled, "to become the newest case for the crime lab."
Finally getting to the building and rushing towards the elevators, he failed to notice the woman in front of him heading towards the direction before he knocked the both of them over in true America's Funniest Home Videos fashion.
The next thing he heard was the girl groan out an "Ow" before he saw her face. When she looked up at him the first thing he saw behind her black rimmed glasses were her eyes. Wow, was all he could think. They were like pools of warmed mahogany eyes and flashes of hot cocoa by the fire kind of comfort.
Adam shook himself out of his stupor and managed to stammer out:
"Oh God! I'm so sorry! I'm just running late and, Oh My God! I'm Late!" At which point he took off into the elevator just as the doors closed.
Looking back at that incident Adam could feel only embarrassment and shame.
"I can't believe I just left her like that! I'm a horrible human being." He groaned.
"Left who like what?" said Danny Messer as he sauntered up towards Adam with his thick accent. The Italian looked at Adam with a mixture of intrigue and amusement.
"Ah! H-Hey Danny." Adam stuttered, "You scared me. Oh um I kind of knocked over a girl downstairs and kind of just ran off and left her there."
"Jeez Adam that is bad. Did you apologize at least?" Danny asked.
"Well I started to, then I realized I was really late and well it was just a big mess." Adam explained lamely. Adam then sighed and said, "Here's hoping today doesn't get any worse."
Managing to get on her feet, the girl adjusted her clothing and the bag that she had on her shoulder. She then once again walked towards the elevator, only this time with more purpose. She got in and pushed the desired button, thankfully she was the only one in said elevator. Finally allowing all the tension in her body to be released, she leaned against the wall of the elevator and thought to herself, "I hope everything works out."
She then physically shook herself out of the depressed funk that overtook her and said aloud determinedly, "It will, it has to. They're counting on me."
The doors opened and she took a deep breath and walked into the New York City Crime Lab for the very first time. The first thing that came to her mind was, there is a lot of glass. Which was a complete understatement, the walls to each of the different sections of the lab were made of floor to ceiling glass walls. The overall effect giving little to semblance of privacy, it let everyone see what each person was working on. And working they were, the lab bustled with as much life as the city they were helping to protect. Seeing it all now in the flesh, the girl couldn't help but feel intimidated.
"-help you?" said a tall woman to the girl's left. She was very beautiful and had full head of brown curls. The light danced over her hair like a halo and further illuminated her beautiful features. Realizing that the woman was talking her the girl shook herself out of her reverie. She seemed to be doing a lot of that today.
"Oh gosh, sorry! What did you say?" the girl said sheepishly.
The woman laughed and grinned out, " It's okay, the lab does that to me too sometimes still. I'm Stella, Stella Bonasera."
Smiling the girl took Stella's hand and said, "Hi, I'm Carrie, Carrie Cruz."
"Now," Stella began, "What can I help with?"
"I'm looking for a Detective Mac Taylor. Could you point me in the right direction?" Carrie asked.
"Sure." Stella said starting to lead the way. "Can I ask why? If you don't mind."
"Oh it's no problem, actually I'm supposed to be starting work today. As a new CSI," explained Carrie.
Stella smiled excitedly and said, "That's great. Well in that case welcome to our lab."
Carrie grinned back and then they stopped in front of Det. Taylor's office and like the main lab, his door was made of two large glass doors. It allowed the two women to see Mac working on some paperwork with a focused look on his face. Nervousness bubbled up in Carrie once again as she looked at her new boos. But even the intense nervousness couldn't deter the overwhelming excitement she felt. It must have shown on her face because beside her Stella smiled even bigger if that was even possible. Carrie just blushed.
Mac Taylor looked up from the reports he was reading when he heard his doors opening. In the doorway stood his trusted friend and second in command Stella Bonasera, and next to her was a shorter woman. He took in her appearance and noticed that she looked rather young. She had a short haircut that reminded him of a woman from the 1930s. Her glasses gave her the look of the girl in your high school class that everyone said would become a librarian or teacher. Finishing his quick assessment of her person, he stood up and finally spoke.
"Hello Stella, who might this young lady be?" Mac asked. His question prompted Carrie into speaking and she walked forward.
"Hi, My name is Carrie Cruz and starting today I'm going to be working for you." She handed Mac a document that he had failed to notice. Taking the paper in his hand, he read it over. He was surprised at what she said, considering he didn't think they had the budget for hiring new lab techs. After reading the letter, it basically stated that in light of the departments' budget crisis, a new tech was needed to help out with the gratuitous amounts of cases that kept coming in.
Mac was quiet for a while, this only added to Carrie's nerves and Stella was fidgeting a little to her left side. It didn't help her feel any better. Finally after waiting for what seemed like hours which was in reality only a few minutes. Mac finally said:
"Welcome to the team."
AN: There's Chapter one! R&R please, this is my first story. Creative criticism is greatly appreciated! No Flames! I'm sensitive.