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A/N: Just a short little something I impulsively came up with, enjoy!
~D/L~cinnimonforever4~D/L~
Dear Diary,
I started my first day of work today. It was… eventful, to say the least. My first assignment was to work with the boss himself: Mr. Mac Taylor. Our case dealt with a man found ripped to shreds in the tiger cage at the zoo. My first week in The Big Apple and I've already seen the zoo! I arrived at the crime scene and immediately approached the tiger encasement.
I introduced myself to the man inside the cage identified as Detective Taylor. When I asked if he would like me to start processing, he said Danny had that covered. This prompted a very handsome man to introduce himself. My, what an accent he has! One can immediately tell that he is a New Yorker, born and breed. Playful too, for the very first thing he did was give me 'advice'. I thought he was giving me helpful hints on handling the tiger, which I thought silly since the beast was tranquilized, but no. He was referring to Detective Taylor! And then he told me to call Mac 'sir'.
So I went about helping Mac with the tiger's teeth and paw impressions, all the while calling him 'sir'. After the first two or three times, he looked at me and told me plainly not to call him 'sir'. I was dumbfounded! That man was playing a joke on me and I had barely known him for a half an hour! I…Oh, darn. There goes my pager. *sigh* Well, I must go for now. This city never rests I suppose! So different from Bozeman! For now, this is Lindsay Monroe.
~D/L~cinnimonforever4~D/L~
Okay, I am not sure about this whole 'diary' idea, so click that review button and let me know! Should I write more of Lindsay's thoughts? Thanks for reading!