Thank You for the reviews!!! Here's chapter 2 or 1.. Depending on how you view the prologue.
Chapter 2
It was hours later when Lindsay finally looked at what brought her back to New York. She picked up a file with and FBI emblem on it and sat down on the hotel couch. She opened it and began to read.
28 year old, Diana Nicolette Alexander. DOB April 28, 1982. The daughter of the French ambassador Louis Armond Alexander, was found murdered in Central Park. Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head. No signs of sexual assault. No signs of DNA belonging to anyone other then victim.
She was murdered in one of the most public place in New York, but somehow no one saw her die.
FBI was called in on request (more like demand) by the French ambassador, much to chagrin of the New York Crime Lab.
Lindsay was put on the case by her boss due to her history with the crime lab.
'Oh and what an eventful history that had been' Lindsay thought ruefully.
It had been years since she had seen any of the CSIs who were heading the case. She had worked with that team for over two years before she left. She had been their co-worker, friend, and eventually something more to one of them.
'Then it all went to hell.' Lindsay thought.
After reviewing the case of another hour or so, she puts the case down and gets off the couch. She looks out of the window and decides to go out for a run. After putting her shoes and running clothes on, she heads out.
She makes sure to go nowhere near Central Park for the fear of being seen by the CSIs. They don't know that Lindsay was flown in to help. All they know was that FBI was taking over and that the FBI forensics team was being led by one of their detectives.
She ran for a good while, winding through other joggers and family who were on the trails. Her hair was coming out of it's pony tail and her face was flushed by the time she decided to stop.
The sun was going down by that time and she decided to get some coffee for the walk home. She walks a familiar path, through the throng of people just trying to get home.
A coffee shop sat on the corner of 5th and Main Street, unchanged by the four years that she hadn't visited it. It was a coffee shop she used to visit almost every day in the mornings before work. It was a place that all of her old team used to visit.
She walked through the doors and the smell of fresh coffee hit her. She smiled a bit.
She walked to the front and was greeted by a very hyper teen at the cash register. Lindsay placed her order and watched the teen make it. Lindsay paid and sat down at a small table in the chair facing away from the door.
The door chimed again about two minutes after she sat down. She saw the reflection of who it was in the napkin holder. Lindsay stiffened. She watched his eyes scan the shop and rest on her back. He walked closer and stopped about two yards away from Lindsay's chair. She didn't turn. Didn't make any moves that she knew or cared who was behind her.
"I wasn't told that you were back in town." The man said.
"You weren't supposed to know. Not until tomorrow." Lindsay retorted calmly, taking a sip of her coffee without turning around.
The man made no move to get closer to her.
"I take it it's not a coincidence that you're here at the same time of the girl's murder and the FBI's involvement." he said.
Lindsay didn't answer. The man didn't expect her to. He stood there for a few seconds longer when she finally addressed him.
"Hello Mac."
"It's been awhile, Lindsay."
Ok there's chapter two. Now if I can ask a question for those living in cities… I'm in Washington DC for vacation.. Is it normal for people to jump in front of subway trains???
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