AN: I decided to take a crack at writing CSI: NY fanfiction. This story takes place about a year and a half ago. Well, here we go, and major thanks goes to Boris Yeltsin for this idea and major help.

Chapter One: The Night of Horrors

Lynn Baker had the most wonderful life. She had long black and shiny hair. She was tall and slender, almost a carbon copy of Megan Fox, and that was the reason that almost every boy (and some girls) tried to hit on her at school and every where else. She had two loving parents who did everything for her. She had an nice house, and it was filled with everything that she needed and almost everything that she could ever want. As she walked up to her house after a tough day at school, she was really looking forward to doing her homework and having a really good time relaxing. She unlocked her front door, and walked in, and greeted her parents with a great big smile.

"Hi, mom! I am home!" Lynn announced. Her mother, Anne Marie, came out and gave her a hug.

"Hi honey!" How was school?" Anne Marie asked her.

"It was fine. I'm beat though. Is dad home?" Lynn asked.

"No, Andrew went out to grab something." Anne Marie answered. Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest? I'll call you when he gets here."

"Thanks, mom." Lynn said. She gave her a kiss, and calmly hopped upstairs. She was really happy with this life.

Too bad it was going to change in a matter of hours...

Lynn must have dosed off, because the next thing that she knew, it was dark outside. She was still dressed in her t-shirt and blue jeans that she wore to school earlier. She heard a commotion, it sounded like a fight, going on downstairs, so she decided to go and see what was going on. She pulled on her black sneakers, and went downstairs to investigate. She slowly descended the stairs, and saw some red liquid on the walls.

Blood spatter...

"Mom? Dad?" Lynn asked nervously. She rounded the corner, and shee found her parents.

Dead.

Lynn froze, color drained from her face. Her mom, Anne Marie, was face down on the living room carpet, blood coming from her head and neck. Her father Andrew was lying face up, his throat was slit, and he was missing a few fingers and his arms were all cut up, like he tried to fight off whoever was attacking them.

Lynn fell to the ground, and was about to cry, when she heard a female Russian voice behind her.

"Lynn Falcone, I finally found you."

Lynn turned around, and felt a sharp piercing pain in her stomach. Her hand immediately went over her wound, and she fell to the ground on her rear end. She looked up at her assailant, and began backing away. The woman was staring at Lynn with the coldest pair of green eyes that Lynn has ever seen.

"I'm not Lynn Falcone!" Lynn cried. "I'm Lynn Baker!"

"Nice try." The woman said coldly. "I have traveled so far looking for you, and now that I have found you, I am going to enjoy torturing you and then killing you. I know your true identity. I know the truth. Say goodbye, little girl."

The woman tried to stab Lynn again, but she dodged the swipe, and threw a nearby vase at the woman's head. That bought Lynn enough time to get out the front door, and run into the New York darkness. The pain and the blood loss from her stab wound, plus her total exhaustion from running were taking its toll on her. She couldn't belive it. Her parents were dead, and she was now on her own. She looked back to see if the woman was chasing her, and saw that she wasn't. She let out a sigh of relieve, but winced because of her stab wound in her abdomen. Something bother her, though, why did that woman call her "Lynn Falcone"?

Before she could have another thought, she saw a detective's cruiser pull onto the street, and she waved it down. A woman with curly brown hair hopped out and ran up to Lynn. Lynn took what strength she had left, and walked quickly over to the woman, who she now saw was a detective because of the badge and gun on her hip.

"Miss, are you all right?" The woman, (Stella) asked her. Lynn shook her head no violently.

"My parents...my parents...." Lynn said weakly. Before she knew it, she collapsed into the detective's arms, and blacked out.

AN: How was it? Next time, the CSI: NY team begins it's investigation. R&R!