Spoilers: Commuted Sentences and Rush to Judgement, but only a little.

A/N: Heyy everybody! Thanks soo much for the reviews. I have internet again! Well, I meant to have one than one chapter written for you guys, but due to job hunting and a bit of writers block this is all I got. Thats kinda frustrating, because I know exactly where I want this story to go. I've had the last few chapters planned out before I finished writing the first chapter. I just need the stuff in between. Any ideas? I know Mindy is coming into the mix somewhere and I plan on killing people. Another reason is that, I've come up with another story for CSI NY….Damn short attention span. I'll post the summary to that below and you can give you're opinions. It will have nothing to do with this story or the NCIS and One Life to Live stories. I kinda changed history in this one. Not posting the story until AFTER I finish this one….Anyway, On with the story, sry it took so long.

After telling her story, Jess fell asleep on Don's arms. Don loosened his hold on her, but he didn't want to let her go. He needed to find a way to keep her safe. He needed to get Burke off the streets and away from Jess. Maybe, they'll go away for a few days. Would Jess agree to that? Don sat there lost in thought for a few minutes until he felt Jess stir in his arms. Carefully, Don lifted Jess into his arms and carried her to his room. Together, they laid on the bed. Don had his arms wrapped protectively around his girlfriend and he slowly drifted off to sleep.


The CSIs started working on finding Burke early that morning. No one tries to kill one of their own and gets away with it, Mac and the team would make sure of it. Mac looked through his prison record. Burke was a violent man. He was in fights lot in his twelve years in prison. That didn't put anyone's mind at ease when it came to Jess' safety. They didn't know his condition after being shot, so that didn't put their minds at ease, either.

Hawkes was looking at photos of Burke's house and the hallway outside Jess' apartment. He looked at the blood spatter in both places. He concluded that after Jess shot Burke, he walked back up the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door. After leaving Jess' apartment, Burke, somehow, made it to his house in Brooklyn, grabbed something from the bathroom, and left. There were two things they needed to figure out. One, how did he get from Jess' apartment in the city to his house in Brooklyn? Two, where is he now? The distance between where Jess was located in the city to Brooklyn was too far to walk especially with a gunshot wound. Hawkes doubted that he took a train or a bus. There were too many people around to call an ambulance for him. No hospitals reported a gunshot victim last night or this morning. If he had taken a cab, wouldn't the cab driver notice if he picked up a man with a gunshot wound? After he was finished, he was going to call all cab companies. He, also, needed to check out security cameras in train stations, subways, and buses, just incase. On a hunch, Hawkes moved over to the computer to check and see if there were and reports on stolen cars within five miles of Burke's house or Jess' apartment. He sighed in frustration as the search came up empty. No cars rented in his name, either. One way or another, Burke made his way around without being seen. If Hawkes could figure out how Burke got around then he could tell the team what to look for. Time to make calls, he thought as he picked up the phone.


Mac and Lindsey were in Brooklyn in Burke's house. The only place Burke was known to be after he attacked Jess was the bathroom. After he put gloves on, Mac opened the cabinet door, under the sink. He needed to think about what was in here. What do people keep in bathroom cabinets? Shampoo, conditioner or soap? No, Burke was just shot after assaulting an officer; he most likely wasn't concerned about his own cleanliness. What a minute, Burke was shot. People keep first aid kits in bathroom cabinets. Now that Mac most likely figured out the what, it was time to figure out the where. Where the hell did Burke go?

Lindsey looked around Burke's room in disgust. Some of the pictures of Jess were close ups. Burke had to be really smart to get so close to a cop without her knowing. He must have learned a few things in prison. Lindsey took the time to examine the photos more closely, maybe she could put a date and time to each one. She doubted she could on the picture of her off the job. Lindsey didn't see Jess much off the job. None of the team did. Flack would go with them to bars, but no one would think to invite Jess. Only Don called her by her first name. She was Angell to everyone else. Lindsey liked Jess' last name, though. Anyone that didn't know her wouldn't think of Angell as her last name. Lindsey continued to look at the photos. She found one she was in with her, along with Danny, Hawkes, and a woman's body. Wait a minute; Lindsey remembered this crimes scene. They were on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and that body was Joanna Morgan. "Mac, get in here." She called.

Mac, quickly, entered the room. "What's up?" he asked.

"Burke didn't take some of these photos." She informed him. She pointed at the picture at the museum. "That photo was taken close to three years ago. Remember, Joanna Morgan and Amber Stanton?"

Mac sighed. How could he forget? "Burke has an accomplice."

Lindsey nodded. "And he or she has been following Angell around for a while."


Stella and Danny walked around Burke's neighborhood. Danny knocked on one his neighbors. An elderly woman, probably in her late 70s to early 80s, answered the door. "Can I help you?" the woman asked, in a small, shaky voice.

"Yes, Ma'am," Stella began. "We're looking for you're neighbor, Justin Burke." She said.

"He is not welcome in my home." The woman hissed.

"Is he known to cause problems?" Danny asked.

"Him and his friend are loud, rowdy, and irresponsible. I don't want me great-grandchildren exposed to that." She replied.

"Wait, what friend?" Danny asked.

"I don't know his name, but my granddaughter doesn't let the children outside when he's there." The woman replied.

"You live with children?" Stella asked.

"Three great-grandchildren." She answered.

Stella nodded. "Okay, thank you." They turned to leave as the woman closed the door. "Terms of Burke's parole was he wasn't allowed any contact with minors." Stella said.

"Yea, he's not allowed to live this close to them, either." Danny responded. "What I want to know is, how does a man, who is known to be violent, end up living by himself instead of a half way house or staying behind bar?"

Stella nodded. They continued their canvass of the neighborhood. They basically got the same response from the rest of the neighborhood as they got from the old lady. Burke was mean, loud, and a creep. They all wanted him out of their neighborhood. None of them, on the other hand, knew he was a registered sex offender on parole. Obviously, law enforcement ignored Megan's Law. Megan's Law states that law enforcement make a community with children aware that a registered sex offender has moved near them. Stella took her cell phone out of her pocket as she heard it ringing. "Yes, Mac." She answered. "On our way." She hung up and turned to Danny. "Mac and Lindsey need us back at Burke's"


Stella and Danny met Lindsey and Mac in Burke's bedroom. "What's up?" Stella asked.

"Look at this picture." Lindsey instructed, pointing at the picture from the Museum.

They moved closer for a better look. "Son of a bitch!" Danny shouted.

"And this." She pointed of a picture of Don and Jess bringing in Todd Flemming.

"These were taken before Burke was released from prison." Stella pointed out.

"Exactly, we have more than one person following Angell." Mac said.

"Oh, shit." Danny said.


They all made it back to the Lab. "How's it going, Hawkes?" Mac asked.

"Well, I called all cab companies, no one picked up anyone from Angell's apartment or Burke's place. They are talking to their drivers to see if they picked up anyone injured." He informed them.

"So they're cooperating." Stella said.

Hawkes nodded. "Yes, but the other means for transportation is making me get a warrant before I look at their cameras. I called Benton for a warrant." He said.

They all nodded. Benton liked Angell. He trained her after she was promoted to detective, he'd do what he can to help her. "Mac, I'm having a sketch artist go to Burke's neighbor. Maybe this friend is our unidentified stalker." Danny said.

Mac nodded. "Yea, go ahead." He said.

Danny walked from the room. "Unidentified stalker?" Hawkes asked.

"We found pictures from before Burke was released from prison, like years before." Lindsey answered.

Hawkes sighed and went to answer his ringing cell phone.


Jess was awake and sitting on Don's couch. Don was still sleeping last she checked. Usually, it was Don up before her, but certain events made it hard to stay asleep. Jess sat there thinking about Burke. She decided that she wasn't going to hide. She was going to fight back with everything she had. She wasn't going to let him destroy her, again. She was not sixteen years old anymore. She was a twenty-nine year old Homicide Detective and she was perfectly capable of defending herself. He will not break her, again; she won't let him. Jess' super from her building dropped her mail off. Jess was going through it. Most of the mail was junk except for one. She opened and read it. "You have got to be kidding me."

"What." Don asked as he came out of his bedroom and joined her on the couch.

"Dear Detective Jessica Angell: we are writing you to inform you that Justin Burke was recently paroled." She read. "Thank you so much, Parole Board. Do you think you could have informed me before he attacked me!"

Don took the letter from her and read it. "We'll file a complaint with them."

Jess nodded.

Don sighed. "Jess, I was thinking. We're both off this week, lets take a vacation."

Jess shrugged. "I don't want him running my life. I can't run and hide just because he's out there." She protested.

"You're not, Jess." Don assured her. "I just thought that you and I could spend some alone time. How about the Hamptons?" he asked, with a hopeful smile.

"I don't know, Don. Remember what happened to Danny and Lindsey?" she said.

"It will be fine." He said.

"Okay, but on one condition." She said.

"Shoot." He challenged.

"When we get back, you stop this macho protection mode you're in. I still have my life to live." She told him.

Don sighed. "Move in with me and we have a deal." He said.

"Don," she started.

"Jess, he knows where you live. The least you can do is move out of that apartment. There is a difference between not letting him run your life and stupidity. Staying there, knowing he knows where you live and knowing he could come back, is stupid." Don said.

Jess locked her eyes with his. "You serious about this?" she asked.

Don nodded. "Yes, I love you, please move in with me."

Jess leaned over and kissed him. "Okay, after we get back."

Don smiled and pulled her into his arms.


A man watched them from an apartment across the street. He had his camera and snapped a few pictures. He watched as Don and Jess made out on his couch. He was amused at how unaware they both were of his presence.

A/N: okay, that's it. Hope you liked it.

Okay the new story that will be post after this story is a CSI NY/NCIS/One life to live crossover. Idk why I added OLTL in, I just did. Its AU because in CSI NY, Jess and Aiden both are alive, in NCIS Jenny is alive and in OLTL, Talia is alive. Okay…Summary:

After funding is lost, the NYPD and Crime lab end up with a twenty-five percent pay cut. When nothing is done to fix it, most of the NYPD and Crime Lab end up on strike. Now Jess, Mac, Martinez, Benton, and other cops not going along with the strike try to keep the streets of New York safe, while keeping themselves alive. But when ruthless serial killers come and target Jess, the Detectives find both tasks hard. Knowing they don't have enough man power to help with the serial killers, Jess calls two good friends, no longer with the NYPD, for help. Can they stop these murderers before more people die?

What do you think? Yes? No? Maybe?