Right, this is something new for me, I have never tried a crossover story before so I'm not sure how this will turn out. I hope you like it, but please review or I won't know whether to continue it or not.
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI NY or Without A Trace, so please don't sue me, I have nothing you want, trust me.
Lindsay Monroe sat at her desk in her living room, watching as the rain poured down, the lightning lighting up the city. Quite fitting of her mood.
It wasn't that she was upset, because she wasn't. She wasn't angry, wasn't upset, wasn't unhappy. Yet something didn't feel quite right. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew something wasn't right. She'd been feeling that way for days, and the pretence she held up at work was beginning to lose its appeal. She was tired of smiling, tired of trying to keep her emotions from overcoming her, tired of trying to convince her friends that she was ok.
In short, she was tired of everything.
But nothing in particular stood out from the rest.
She'd never been very articulate, that's why she excelled at science and maths at school and failed at the extended writing subjects as English and History. It wasn't that she'd disliked those subjects, quite the opposite in fact, but she just couldn't express herself in the way she needed to. So trying to express herself now was becoming quite a challenge.
If there was one word to describe her right now, she thought, the word would be 'lost'. But even that didn't cover it. She felt like she was drowning, felt like she was slowly but surely losing herself. Like the city was slowly pressuring her into a nervous breakdown. Maybe that was a little extreme, but that was as close as her description could go.
She loved the city, it had been a welcome change from the traditional Montana where she'd grown up. Nothing ever stopped - New York was indeed the city that never slept. The hustle and bustle of walking down the street made her feel as if she could finally be herself - no one would be watching her, and no one would have any expectations of her. Which she loved. She loved her job - catching the criminals made her sleep better at night, knowing that someone could finally get the justice they needed. And she loved the team, her friends, who'd made her feel part of something for the first time in a long time.
No, the problem didn't lie with any of them. It lay with her. She didn't know who she was anymore.
Maybe it was because she'd changed so much since she left Montana. Slowly, she'd changed from the nervous country girl to the confident city girl. She still loved her home state, but it wasn't her home anymore. New York was.
So why did she feel so confused?
Sighing, she rested her head on the table. She'd been sat there for hours and she still didn't feel any better, still didn't know what was causing her emotions to run into overdrive. She felt like there was a gaping hole inside of her, a hole which she didn't know how to fill.
Well, she had an idea of how to fill it, but it wasn't that simple. Every little girl dreams of meeting someone who'd sweep her off her feet, and Lindsay was no exception. But Lindsay's expectations had been dashed as she grew older - at a young age she learnt about how cruel the world could be. Life wasn't a fairytale. And for Lindsay, it seemed that her life had been so much harder than others. She never seemed to catch a break.
Her thoughts wandered, and from out of nowhere, and image of Danny appeared in her mind. She shuddered, trying to dispel the image. She loved Danny. She knew that. Everyone else knew that. What he felt about her, she didn't know, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. Lindsay had always guarded her heart fiercely since her friends had died, had always been cautious about letting someone else in. She didn't want to have her heart broken again. She knew of his reputation and still she had let herself fall for him. And he had broken her heart. They were feeling their way back to being friends again, and maybe someday, they would get back together. But what she felt now, it wasn't to do with Danny, wasn't to do with what he'd done.
She exhaled loudly again. Her thoughts were going in circles. She needed to clear her head, but she didn't know how. For the first time in her life, the rain had failed to soothe her troubled heart, had failed to show her what she was truly feeling. Having lost that, she was unsure about what to do. She wished she could just walk away from it all, even if just for a little while. If she could just leave everything behind…
But why couldn't she? It wasn't as if she had anything to do. Mac had made her take a week off work, after noticing she was running on empty. Her friends, both inside the lab and out would be at work, especially at the lab were they would be picking up the slack she'd left behind.
Getting up, she made up her mind. She walked into her bedroom, wincing at the mess she'd not bothered to clean up. Reaching into the top shelf of her closet, she took out her suitcase, trying to avoid the avalanche of paper that came from the top shelf. She really needed to sort that out at some point. As if on autopilot, she walked around her apartment, mindlessly picking up necessities and packing them in a haphazard, non-Lindsay manner. After zipping up the suitcase, she collected all the cups and plates from around the apartment, and washed them ,so that they wouldn't smell when she got back. Because she was coming back. The other mess she left, deciding she couldn't deal with it now. She'd only be gone a week.
Picking up her keys and case, she left the apartment, locking the door behind her. If anyone needed to get in, both her neighbour and Stella had a key. Knocking on her neighbour's door, she waited until they answered and told them that she'd be gone for a week, and could they take care of her mail and what-not. Finishing that, she paused. Fishing out her cell phone from her jacket pocket, she turned it off and removed the battery. It wasn't as if she didn't want to talk to anyone, she just felt she needed some time alone to deal with her thoughts, without burdening someone else.
Minutes later, she walked into the underground garage in her building. She approached her SUV, and loaded it with the stuff she was taking with her. Climbing into the driver's seat, she started the engine and pulled out onto the rain-slicked Manhattan street, immediately turning on the wipers so she could see where she was going.
Without one look back, she took off.
And two weeks later, she still hadn't returned.
Right the next chapter should be another CSI NY one, then I'll bring WAT in. But only if you liked it of course.
By the way, do you want there to be any D/L or should I keep them apart?
Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to continue. Please?