Her hands trembled as she turned the weatherbeaten pages of the notebook. The images of her vicious attack and the malicious threats of the drug lord still haunted her,ringing in her ears and clouding her vision. Janey was a mess, but she knew that this debt had to be paid. She furrowed her brow at that name, Danny Messer, once again. A rather illegible number was written below it, probably a phone number. Who was this Danny? Janey knew he was a cop, but was he a dirty one who would help her? The notion of getting involved with the NYPD was most horrifying. Instructions were assigned on later pages. The druglord instructed her to submit a false resume, one filled with outstandingly high credentials and a college education. She was to get a job as a CSI and remove the file of Stacy Mason's homicide, thus clearing the culprit (otherwise known as the druglord) of all charges and freeing him to go wreak havoc upon the rest of New York.

"Is there an 'or else'?"Janey pondered aloud. Her question was answer on the last page.

"You must follow your orders. Men will come to take the debt in 6 monthes. If it is not paid in full, it will be paid on a more extreme note. Your life,Miss Jane St. Claire."

"God help me…" Janey breathed and ran her fingers through her bleached blonde hair,frightened tears spilling from her eyes. Her eyeliner dripped down her cheeks in long rivers of black. Janey's sides shook as each sob left her body. She was in her apartment now,but even it's hot pink walls couldn't protect her from the sense of vulnerability she felt. Janey snapped out of her trance. It was time to cut the waterworks and start working. That job at the NYPD had to be hers,her life depended on it.

"How the hell do you write one of these things?" Janey frowned at a nearly blank piece of paper, otherwise known as her resume. Seeking guidance she looked at her black pug, Baxter. She found none in the the little dog, he only licked her hand. Janey could ask one of her human friends. She flipped through contacts on her Blackberry. Who could she call? And for one thing, who could she trust with her secret? Only one person could keep his fatass mouth shut that Janey knew.

"Ryan Wolfe? Is that you?"

"Janey!Talk about long time no see…err…hear,in this case."

Janey smiled. He was such an awkward person but she loved him.

"How has Miami been?"

She listened patiently as her cousin droned on and on about the sun and sand that was Miami. Although his lengthy phone conversations were not always the most interesting, Ryan Wolfe was the most loyal and caring man she knew. He was her mom's sister's son,all the way from Boston. She had barely known him,growing up in Raleigh, but after they had met at the St. Claire family reunion, the two had confided in each otherfor many issues.

"Ry,that's great to hear!"

"Yeah. " His tone softened."Casey and I are getting pretty serious. I'm starting ot think maybe…She's the one."

Another smile broke Janey's face. She loved hearing about his girlfriend. It gave her hope that one day she would find someone. Of course no one knew kept it to herself. Really,love for a girl like her? It was hard being a dancer. She hated it. It was lonely, to say the least. By the time Janey clicked the end call button, she realized how the topic of her NYPD escapade had not been brought up.

"Shit." She muttered. "'l'll have to call him again tomorrow."

Back to the resume. General information first. Education and all that. Janey had actually gone to college,surprising many of her profession. Brown, to be exact. Most exotic dancers took different paths. Janey was not most exotic dancers, she had to dance, she didn't want to. The keys on her Macbook clicked tirelessly for what seemed like hours. They had to buy every word of it. Janey was quite clever, and her words were so sweet even she believed them as her eyes skimmed over what she had just written.

"Janette Annabella St. Claire, 23 years old, 5'6, graduated from Brown University where she studied chemistry,plenty of experience undercover and in the the work other don't like doing and will stay till it's complete. Has an open mind to new technology and knowledge a clear conscience and a strong sense of consider for position of CSI."

The cold wind bit her face as Janey strolled along the sidewalk. She was nearing the precinct, and the CSI hopeful prayed they would accept her resume. Janey adjusted her black peacoat and teal scarf as the building she was looking for neared. At last she it was. The NYPD. New York's finest. God,she was going to have look like a badass. What exactly did that look like though? Janey put on some extra eyeliner using a small cosmetic mirror in her pocket, carefully applying some purple eyeshadow to create a smokey eye. Janey looked hot. She stood up a little straighter, and lengthened her stride in an attempt at having "swagger". They had that,right? Would they buy it? Or would they see through her disguise? Questions,questions,questions.

"You must be Janette."

A middle aged man greeted her at the metallic doors of the precinct. He held out a scarred hand. "Mac Taylor. Are you here to be interviewed?"

Janey shook it firmly.

"Yes. Please,call me Janey."

Mac led her to a secluded office a few doors down from the reception desk. He held open the door for her, and she slowly followed him ,she walls were a transparent glass, so she could see the questioning looks of passersby,and,of course, they could see her at her most awkward.

"So Janey," Mac said at last, "tell me about yourself. Any interests?"

Janey looked at her boot covered toes and wiggled them around.

"Well,uh. I love to dance and…yeah. Dancing."

Why the hell did she just say dancing?

Mac looked quizzically at her.

"Okay then. Uh. How tall are you?"

"5'6."

He looked her over as if to check that, then glanced at the copy of the resume in his hands.

"This one's key. Why should the NYPD consider hiring you for the position of a Crime Scene Investigator?"

Janey bit her lip and her toe wiggling rate increased rapidly.

"Well," she tried to state confidently,"I'm passionate about bringing those who commit crimes to justice for the sake of the lab, and the safety of New York's citizens. I'm meticulous in my work and I feel like this environment would fit me well. That is the reason I'm applying for this job,honestly."

"Very nice Ms St. Claire. My team will get back to you soon. Your resume is most impressive. You'll fit right in."

He stood up,reached for her hand more and promptly left the room,leaving Janey in a sense of shock at what just tugged at the leg of her skinny jeans and stood up. Maybe this problem could be solved after all,maybe she could get the money.

"Sweet lord above…"her North Carolina accent echoed in her words"I'm in.I'm…in."