A/N: Hey!

Ok, so this is my first CSI: NY fanfiction so please bare with me haha :) I've had this idea for a while now, but it's taken me so long to find the right way to get it down. Hopefully, this will be good enough lol :)

I'm not really sure about whether or not to continue with this story, but if enough people show interest, I'll be happy to because, as I said, I've had this idea for a very long time, and I don't think it's going to go away until I do something with it haha :D

Drop me a review and let me know what everyone thinks! I know a lot of writers don't like to hear criticism about their work, but I'm not one of them. I'd much rather read honest comments than ones that aren't necessarily true :D
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI:NY, it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as it is now ^-^

Thanks in advance!

xoloveJBox

She could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest; the cool metal of the gun felt strangely comforting in her hand. Her senses were hyper alert, and every tiny sound was like grenades in her ears. She used a shaky finger to push her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose, cursing herself for not thinking to stock up on contact lenses.
Somewhere deep in the building, she could hear the others: Mac's voice boomed out orders to the other detective, but she was all alone. She hated to admit it, but she was scared. She had never been in a situation as real as this one, and adrenaline rushed around her body at deafening volumes. She tried to keep herself calm, but she was failing miserably. She prayed that one of her colleagues would stumble upon her soon, so that she would not be alone. Then she cursed herself again. Man up! She thought, toughen up and deal with it, because this is exactly what you signed up for. She had never regretted her choices, not even now, when she couldn't recall a time where she was more terrified. Well, she could, but thinking that night didn't exactly help matters very much, so she pushed the memory from her mind.

As she moved, she tried to remember everything she had been taught; she kept her gun poised as she went along, close to the wall and constantly looking for anything that may pose a threat to her. It was dark, and her eyes seemed to have trouble adjusting. She squinted, trying to see as much as she could of her surroundings. She began to shiver, but she knew it was just a result of different chemicals travelling through her body. She had always been comforted by facts, ever since she was a small child on her father's lap, so she began reciting the periodic table in her mind. She tried to remember how she had been roped into this case at her new job at the New York crime lab.
It didn't seem like two minutes had passed since she was at home with her parents, her younger sister and her older brothers. A minute maybe since she'd held her nephew on her lap. She knew this wasn't normal, that it was absurd to think that there was anything ordinary about what she was doing, but she had made a choice, one that she had always dreamed of making, and one she would make a million times again.
Her head jerked when she heard Mac's voice again, closer this time. She breathed a small sign of relief. But the elated feeling was short lived when she heard another sound directly to her left: she knew it wasn't Mac or anyone else she could trust this time.
"NYPD." she called into the darkness, though she had no idea who she was yelling to. Her voice trembled only slightly, making her sound a lot braver than she felt.
"Come out with your hands above your head," she demanded, though she got no response. She started to move in the direction of the noise, but a sound a little further along startled her.
She looked around and saw a long, dark figure dashing away hurriedly, and she took off after it. Even from the distance between them, she could tell that it was the guy they were after. He had the same gangly body and quick body that had allowed him to escaped incarceration so many times before.
"Stop!" she screamed, hoping to attract the attention of Mac and the others in the process.

She halted, realising that the man was nowhere in sight again. Her eyes darted around nervously, aware of her vulnerability, despite the weapon in her hand. Her eyes darted around nervously, her heat thudding violently against her rib cage as she fought to keep herself calm and focused. She distracted herself by asking her mind of Mac had ever had these feelings? If Danny had ever felt the same clammy sweat inching down his back? If Don had ever heard his own heart beat in his ears so loudly that it drowned out everything else? Had Lindsay ever felt so terrified that she wanted to crawl onto her father lap like a child and cry? Had Stella ever wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole just so that she would be away and safe?

Cruel, chilling laughter distracted her from her mental interrogation, and her head snapped around to the direction of the low cackle. When she looked, all she could see piercing through the darkness was a wide, wry and cunning smile, together with eyes too big and bright to be normal. It was unnerving to her, to see just a smiling face in the blackness, like the Cheshire cat. Before she regained control of herself again and had time to react, the face disappeared. For an instant, she began to believe that she had imagined it, and she started to turn away to continue looking for their fugitive. However, she suddenly found herself tackled to the floor by a huge, heavy body that was completely solid. Pain blotted her vision, the world fading further and further away as it started to tumble in on itself.