I miss CSI:NY so much, so here's a new Danny/OC fan fic. If your a Lindsay/Danny fan then I don't know if you'll like this. It's going to be based where Lindsay and Danny have had a fling but never been properly romantically involved, it was just easier and I didn't want to be bashed by Linday fans for having Danny cheating or for having my OC come between the two of their relationship. Anyway this is just a short chapter to get things started, hope you enjoy and please leave reviews.


Danny had finally managed to escape the precinct on the warm July afternoon after finally handing in his latest scene report and leaving via the back stair case so Mac couldn't catch him to ask him to do over time like usual. The Knicks were playing later on and Danny decided he was going to treat himself to a well-earned cold beer and most like take out later on in the evening.

Living on the second floor of his apartment block never usually bothered Danny unless like today the temperature was increasing by the second or he was coming off the grave yard shift. Finally reaching the top of the stairs he pushed his way through the doors into the hallway where his apartment was situated at the bottom.

He saw the sight of a slim brunette in sweats and a tank top jiggling her key in the lock whilst trying to balance a plastic crate under her arm and balanced on her hip. She tried to budge open the door with her shoulder which made the crate slip and fall to the floor. The girl swore under her breath and bent down trying to pick up the contents of the crate.

'Need a hand?' Danny called out causing the girl to straighten up and spin round to see Danny; he started to make his way over and begun to help.

'Sorry I'm just trying to do 100 jobs at once right now' he watched as he began to flap her hands in a stress 'my friend was supposed to help me move in and now this god damn door won't open!' Danny watched as the girl brushed her hair off her face and couldn't help but smile as she began to stress out in front of him. 'Is something funny?' She asked.

'Sorry' he handed her back what he had picked up off the floor 'no sorry, I didn't know I was getting a neighbour that's all.'

'Oh' she felt embarrassed by her first meeting with him, instead she stuck out her hand 'Georgina, or Georgie, not George though.'

Danny shook her hand in response 'Danny, just Danny' the two of them shared a laugh for a moment. 'So you're my new neighbour then, do you need any help?'

'Are all the doors this stubborn, I can never get it to open!'

Danny took the key off Georgina and with one swift movement he unlocked the door and pushed it open 'you've got to have the gentle touch.'

He watched Georgina blush as she picked up her box, now with everything back in it, and made her way into her apartment. Danny followed without an invitation, stubbing his toe on a box situated right in front of the door.

'Sorry' Georgina apologised 'I haven't had time to unpack yet, this is my last box so my next task is to organise it into rooms and then finally unpack. I hate moving.'

'So why did you do it then?' Danny asked as he perched himself on a bar stool that sat in front of her kitchen.

'Broke up with the boyfriend and found myself a new job that brought me out to New York.'

'From where?'

'Miami' Georgina said as placed the box down on her sofa then collapsed next to it.


Danny managed to miss the Knicks game but he didn't mind, he spent the night helping Georgina to unpack.

'So what do you do?' Danny asked as he began to fill the cutlery drawer in Georgina's kitchen. She reappeared from her bedroom with another box she had managed to empty.

'I'm a Detective, Homicide.'

Danny spun round to face her as he heard the word Detective 'for NYPD?'

She nodded 'yes, my new job, I start tomorrow, so if you wouldn't mind I kind of need all my kitchen stuff sorted by tonight.'

Danny watched as he re-entered her bedroom with another box and quickly followed behind her 'you're the new Detective for NYPD?'

'You're talking like you're…'

'I'm a Detective NYPD' he said with a smirk.