AN: Secondo collab with LoopyLou1990. This is our first CSI NYC collab. Check our other stories out please! R&R!

Nikki

Nice to meet chya in this little writing thing. I'm Det. Nicola 'Nikki' Carmen Carter. I was born on 12th June. I'm 27 and 5"9 from Miami, Florida. Born and raised. Well for most of it. I spent a few summers in Britain so I wasn't fully 'born and raised' in Miami but close enough. I have 1 brother called Angelo who is a firefighter in Tampa. I have a caramel brown edgy bob with almost blonde highlights, dark brown eyes and an athletic build. I have 2 tattoos, 'female boss' on my right ankle and 'Italian Lovin' in a banner in front of a heart on my inner right forearm. Yes, I am half Italian and damn proud. I love to show it off as well. I'm very athletic, I used to play baseball, basketball and rugby (British version of American Football) and I ran track a lot before I stopped when I started becoming too thin for anyone's liking. I wouldn't say I'm a nerd exactly but I did get the A+ grades and the respect I wanted from the tough guys. I also used to be a cheerleader for the Miami Dolphins. I have a mild-almost overcome- fear of heights. I will get on a plane but it'll take me a while to calm down. I am a CSI- I'd like to think a damn good one. I have one ultra-best friend and partner in crime (not literally- it's an expression) Lt. Det. Kaylee 'Lee' Lake. Anyway, enough with the autobiography. Present day.

"Okay, remind why we're being transferred again, Lee?" I asked, packing the last bits and bobs into a cardboard box. Me and Lee were being bumped to NYC. Now, don't get me wrong. I love NYC and it's the perfect place to find a guy, but we're being bumped from South to North. I mean, what's up with that?

"Because, Jo saw we weren't getting anything good and requested our transfer. You remember Jo, Niks?" I rewound my mind, searching through the 27 years of memories to see if I could remember her. Oh yeah. She came here once from Washington to join forces. She did always praise us. I liked her. Yes! Booyah! Finally, someone who actually liked us for our actual work! And not our looks. I mean, we're both gorgeous but please, we're there to work not to be drooled on.

"Hell damn yeah, I remember Jo. Only person who actually likes us for our outstanding work, chica. Or don't you remember the ossessionato dal sesso bastardi ?" Now, why I start swearing in Italian, I have no idea. But luckily, some of our words are semi-cognates (look and sound the same), so Lee just has a guess at what I'm talking bout.

"How could I forget? Is that the last box?" I nodded. I chucked it in the truck and banged the side of it. Which was the cue for it to go. The next time we would see that thing would be when it's in New York. "C'mon, let's get to bed. We gotta be up and out of here by 10am to catch the flight. It was 7:45pm now. I would sleep like a log till like 8am, a good 12 hour sleep. I practically sprinted into bed. I fell asleep instantly. I was going to need it if I was going to be flying. Although, I could get 3 hours of extra sleep from flying. This was going to be very interesting. By time I dragged my lazy damn ass out of the bed and got everything ready it was dead on 10am. Everything was packed into our suitcases and we were ready to go. We were until Lee decided to forget something. I rubbed my eyes underneath my designer thick rimmed but small framed glasses. Mamma Mia fottuta. So much for being organised.

"Kaylee Lake! Prendi il tuo culo maledetto qui proprio ora! O me ne vado senza di te!" I shouted at her impatiently, tapping my foot. Oh by the way, if you can't understand the gorgeous language that is Italiano, just look it up on Google Translate. It's all there in black and white, what I'm saying.

"Don't you start shouting at me in Italian! Stoptar suas, agam nach bhfuil fáil fós mo ghuthán!" Okay, goddamn it. She always does this. I say something in Italian she counters in Irish. Damn it. If only we could understand each other.

"Don't start Lake! Have you checked your pocket?" I heard something crash and a shout of glee. I shook my head as I chucked mine and Lee's suitcases into my pickup truck. Mamma Mia fottuta. This was going to be a long day. "Hurry your damn ass up, chica." I got into the cab and started up the truck. Lee rushed into the cab and slammed the door. I pulled out of the driveway and sped to the airport. We made it just in time. We managed to grab our seats and thankfully I wasn't next to a window. I tried my breathing exercises and was asleep before we even took off. I must've looked hot asleep.

"Niks, wake up. Niks. Nika. Nikki. Nicole. Nicola!" Damn it. She went through the whole cycle of nicknames. She knows I hate being called by my full Italian name. I've always told people to call me Nikki. I turned away from her snuggling deeper into the cushy seat. "Niks. We're here." That sparked me up. I was awake now and beaming. Lee got out and grabbed our bags. It was 1pm, so the truck wasn't there yet. We had about 7 hours to kill. So why not go see the sights? We got a ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. We had overloaded both of our poor cameras with photos. We went to the Empire State building. I feel sorry for our cameras. By the time we were done with the sightseeing, it was about 5pm. We just spent 4 freaking hours sightseeing. Dayum. I dragged Lee to a Italian pizza parlour and finally managed to convince her that Italian pizza is se best. Booyah! Victory for the Italians! Mi piace essere italiana. Halfway through I got a text from the delivery guys saying that all our stuff was done and all we had to do was unpack. Freaking finally. We sped back to our apartment house. We walked to our door and saw that the door opposite us was half open and that two guys were standing in the living room. One had jet black hair and was clean shaven. The other had brown hair and had some stubble. They both looked yummy, but my heart was set on the brunette. He had this Italian feel to him. I gotta have me some Italian loving. I shot a look to Lee and we were thinking the same thing.

"Dannazione, è carino."
"Goddamnit, tá sé gleoite." We said at the same time. But we both knew it was the same thing. They must've heard us because they looked at us, confused. We waved and smiled before walking into our apartment. We giggled like schoolgirls once we got inside. All we had to do was settle in and get ready for work. This was going to be a good life.