Summary: Based on the song "Where Is the Love?" by the Black Eyed Peas. Finally, one for Hawkes!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY characters or the song the story is based on. Spoilers for "Murder Sings the Blues" S3E7

"People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)"

Hawkes was sitting in his office. He had just dealt with a case about a woman he had met and had liked. He didn't know her for long but she had something that made him want to give her his number. Even though her death had been an accident it had still been a tragedy.

He began to question what it was about this crazy world. It never failed to amaze him the insane things people would do to each other. The young woman who had just died had been poisoned with the fuel from a jet. And it had been meant for someone else. What would possess someone to poison someone else with jet fuel? He wasn't sure. It was his job to find out, and his fellow CSIs had done just that.

Working in the ME's office it had been his responsibility to figure out what had killed someone, and now he had to ask how. Even though he would follow the evidence to find out how, the question of why was a hard one to answer. And when interrogating someone and finding out why it still never made sense to him.

The world is so full of violence; mostly people who killed another person over something superficial and insignificant.

There were even times as a CSI Hawkes had to deal with live victims, something that made him completely out of his element. In the autopsy room it was all about the person that was lying on the table that had already taken their last breath. Now he had to sometimes see the violence first hand, right in front of him.

It was hard for Hawkes to ever believe the excuse that love had driven someone to such disdain as to murder them. Love is a quality that people possess that should bring happiness, and comfort. But people using it as an excuse to murder?

He had to keep himself in check sometimes. What he was doing was a service to society, and it was because of him that a lot of people got justice for their loved ones. The violence in the world would continue, and he had to just continue to do his job, and solve the crimes. That was all he could do. He couldn't control people and their emotions, he could only do what he had started in the ME's office and as a CSI to do- help people.