OK, this is AU. Instead of Sam having an older sister, Emily, she now has a younger sister, Tiffany, who has been dating Danny. And there is no Elena because I hate her. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything except for Tiffany.

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Danny Taylor walked into the bullpen with red, puffy eyes, his tie loose, and his hair a mess. He knew he looked like a disaster, but he had had a tough morning. Anyone would've understood. He sat down at his desk and was relieved to find that no one else was there yet. He put his head in his hands, glanced at the picture that was on his desk, and turned it down so he couldn't see the smiling faces in it.

"Hi, Danny." He jumped when he heard the familiar voice behind him. "How did it go this morning?" Samantha Spade asked with a knowing tone in her voice.

He turned around to face her, and she gasped, obviously knowing what happened. "Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I really thought she would say yes," Sam said, and walked over to him.

"Yeah, well," he said, "she didn't."

"Man, that's too bad," Martin agreed, "What happened?"

By this time, everyone had gathered around him, even his boss, Jack, who had snuck in. Danny didn't need pity, just some time alone. But after looking at everyone, he realized that all of them were genuinely concerned about him. He took a deep breath, and went on to tell the story of his eventful morning.

FLASHBACK

Danny woke up with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Today was the day he would ask his long-time girlfriend Tiffany Spade to marry him. He had been assured by just about everyone that she would say yes. Why wouldn't she? They had been dating for four years ever since she first moved to New York.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. About time you got up! I've been up for an hour, already." Danny glanced up to see Tiffany looking at him while putting in her earrings. "Let's go. You don't want to be late do you?" Danny just smiled at her. "What are you smiling about?"

Danny shook his head, got up, said, "Nothing, baby," and kissed her as he walked by her into the bathroom. He got dressed in his suit, wanting this to be as nice as he could get it. He wanted to do this the real way, something really romantic, maybe in Rockefeller Square at Christmas, but he just couldn't wait. He wanted nothing except to marry her and he swore he would propose properly one day, for real.

After Danny got dressed, he went back into the bedroom and retrieved the ring. It was the most beautiful ring he, personally, had ever seen. He congratulated himself on his own good taste before chuckling, tucking it into his pocket, and going off to find his future bride.

She was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and flipping through some tabloid magazine. She looked so beautiful. Her soft, brown hair up in a high ponytai;, big, silver hoop earrings, and a short, black mini-dress on with black high heels. Danny's hands started to sweat as he looked at her. She looked up, sensing his presence, and said, "Hi, honey. Something wrong?" He just shook his head. "You sure? You seem a little strange." Again, he shook his head. She just nodded and got up from the breakfast nook and went over to dump out the rest of her coffee in the sink.

Danny decided it was now or never. He cleared his throat. "Tiffany, uh, baby, can I talk to you about something?"

"Yeah, honey. What is it?" she turned around to face him. He cleared his throat for a second time.

"You know how much I love you, right? I mean, you know I'd do anything for you, right?" he asked. She just nodded and concurred with his statement. "I wanted to do this right, but I just can't wait anymore." At this time, he got down on one knee and heard her intake a breath. He presented the ring, and saw tears start to form in her eyes. "Tiffany, I love you more than anything in the world. You have always been there for me, no matter what, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Tiffany, will you marry me?"

She couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands, stared at the ring, and felt a single tear fall down her face. "No," she muttered, "I'm so sorry, but I can't." Danny just stared at her. "I have to go. I'm sorry." She grabbed her purse and went right out the door. Danny sat down against the counter, stared at the ring, and started to cry.

END FLASHBACK

"Oh, Danny," Sam said. "I will call her right now and talk with her."

Danny stopped her. "No," he whispered, "just forget about it. I'll, um, talk to her later." Even Sam's eyes started to tear up, and Martin moved closer to her. The two had been dating for about two years and had gotten real familiar with each other. Just having Martin there would comfort Sam, and he knew it.

They all gave Danny a pat on the back, and went back to their desks. He cleared his throat, rubbed his eyes, and fixed his hair and his tie. He stared at his computer screen, knowing that he had a mountain of paperwork ahead of him.

A couple hours later, his phone rang. "Taylor," he said.

"Hi, Danny? This is Annie, I work at the law firm with Tiffany."

"Oh, yes, is something wrong?"

"Well, it's just that she didn't show up for work at all today and me and some of the other secretaries were getting worried. Her boss isn't here today, some kind of family emergency, but it's just not like her to skip work without calling one of us."

Tiffany didn't show up to work? But, she had left for work. "Annie, I'm sorry, I haven't seen Tiffany since this morning. She kind of ran out of the house and I just assumed she was going to work."

"Oh, well that's strange. I don't mean to alarm you, but, well, I'm sure she's fine."

"I'll try calling her cell and some other places she might go. I'll call you back," Danny promised, and the two hung up. That was really strange indeed.

Danny called Tiffany's cell phone. Straight to voicemail. He tried again and again, left a few messages, and finally gave up. He tried calling the bar she liked to go to, and the restaurant she used to work at. He tracked down and called some of her friends, as well. Sam even tried calling her own apartment to see if maybe Tiffany was there. No one knew where she was.

"Damnit!" Danny yelled, and slammed his phone down. "Where the hell is she?" he asked himself. The other members of his team glanced over at him, all concerned.

"Danny," Sam said, walking over to him, "Danny, I'm sorry. It's been over an hour and no one has seen her. It kills me to say this, I mean, she is my baby sister and all, but I think we should treat her as a case." Danny looked at Sam, and sighed, knowing she was right.

Tiffany Spade was officially missing.