Just to let you guys know, this is the 3rd time i've re-written this story. it never comes out as good as I would like . If there is something wrong with it, please tell me. I try to reply to all reviews!

Lindsay

Lindsay Monroe knew something would go wrong the moment she woke up. It had been ages since she had that feeling. She hadn't had it since the day of the drug bust, and that was way back when she was still a FBI agent. She wanted to go back to bed till the feeling had gone, however, she knew that it would be the worst thing she could do. Hell, there could have been a bomb under the bed for all she knew. Lindsay sighed as she rolled out of bed, got dressed and went to he kitchen to prepare breakfast.

" Dammit!' She swore. She had run out of food. She would have to eat later or she could drink the sour milk at the back of the fridge. Somehow Lindsay knew that that wouldn't be her biggest problem today. Her cell started playing So What by Pink.

" Monroe"

" Hey Lindsay, its Stella. We have a DB in the central park. Male, in early 30s or late 20s."

" Just gime 10 minutes and i'll be there." She slid her phone shut and picked up her keys. Breakfast would have to wait till later.

Angell:

Ex CIA agent Jessica Angell hated Mondays. She also hated getting up at 3am. She grabbed her gun and badge as she thought why did murders have to happen? She cursed the idiot who decided to drop dead and the idiot who had to discover the other idiot that died so early . Why the hell would someone go for a walk at 2:30 am? She grabbed a banana on the way out. She ran in again because she had left her damn keys behind. She couldn't wait till somebody invented a car that didn't need keys.

Stella:

The greek CSI was in a bad mood. Why couldn't people just stop dieing? Or at least they could die after 9am. That way she would get to have a sleep in. She gathered up her stuff and made her way to the kitchen to get her keys. She would pick up a coffee later. Well this job had great bits as well. Such as awesome co-workers. She felt really sorry for Angell because she had stayed late, till 12. Now she would have to wake up. She pulled out her phone and called Lindsay and Jessica.

Terry Blunt ( OC)

Terry Blunt, aged 14 was a FBI agent. So was her father, who had first got her this job. She had started her training when she was 4 and joined FBI when she was just 9. It made her father swell with pride when she had finished her first mission. She was the youngest agent and one of the best as well. Sadly, her father died on the field a year ago. A bomb was planted in his car. It still made Terry sad when ever she thought of him. Now Terry was on another mission. Someone had betrayed the FBI and they were sent to find out who it was. She had lost her partner Carlos last night when they were chasing down a lead in the central park. Everything had gone wrong and they ended up running for their lives. They had to spilt up. Terry hoped that Carlos was alright. She didn't know what to do if he weren't.

AN: What do you think? Review please. I'm starting to write the next chapter now!