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Diary Entry
Date: October 17, 2008
Mood: Sarcastic
It was my birthday today and that's supposed to be fun, right? That's how God made it. You have good birthdays. You enjoy yourself and have fun with your friends and family. You know though, this is turning out to be one of THE worst birthdays, imaginable. Let me tell you why.
1. I got up late for school today. And my first class on Friday is French were the teacher is from hell and I'm not kidding. She docked me several points for being late to class and to top it all off, I accidently began speaking Italian instead of French. I was so caught up in being late to class that I totally forgot I was in French. NOT FRICKEN ITALIAN!
2. Jessica baked me a cake and she put it on a chair in English, not realizing I didn't sit at that specific seat. So, this kid named Josh comes over, not paying attention to anything, and sits on it. Fantastic.
3. Andrew got grounded the NIGHT before. Self explanatory.
4. My life sucks.
Okay, no it doesn't, but this has officially been a crappy birthday. At least I got to watch my MASH and Whose Line is it Anyway? reruns. I would be nowhere without those. And I get to head into the city tomorrow to see Danny and hang out at the lab. I always love hanging around the lab and spending time with the team. I knew the team pretty much since the day I was born. Okay… no, since I was 10.
I remember Aiden. Sucked when she died. Miss her really badly. She was very funny and always had those comments that picked up back up because they made you laugh so hard you cried.
I even met Mac's wife, Claire, too. That was hard on everyone when she died. I mean, Danny didn't really know her, but when I was younger, mom and pop worked the same shifts sometimes and Danny couldn't take me and Louie was out doing… stuff and I guess Claire was visiting Mac at the lab one day and overheard Danny trying to get someone to watch me. Claire took up Danny's offer and she babysat me for the night. It was pretty awesome and she was a spectacular woman too. So was Aiden.
Why do the good die young?
….
That's a Billy Joel song!
Anyway… I'm going to head back downstairs and enjoy my Friday night. With my parents. Eating cake. Mmmm… Cake. Cake always makes me happy. So I shall eat cake. Now I'm rambling.
Wonderful.
CSI:NYCSI:NYCSI:NY
Next day…
Cara was grabbing her jacket when her phone rang. Rolling her eyes, she dropped her jacket on the bed and picked up her cell phone.
"Yello,"
"Hey Cara," came Andrew's voice sounding very depressed.
"Hey, why do you sound so sad?" Cara asked rummaging through her dresser to find her chap stick.
"You know I got grounded two days ago?" Andrew asked.
"How can I forget," Cara mumbled.
"I'm grounded for a full 2 weeks," He admitted.
"Oh damn… So I guess next weekend's off too," Cara said cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she grabbed a hat from her dresser drawer.
"That is true. I'll make it up to you, I promise," Andrew said and Cara sat down on her bed.
"No, Andrew, it's alright. The world isn't going to stop turning because you got grounded for my birthday. You know what? I'll just get grounded for your birthday," Cara said sitting on the edge of her bed and smiling.
"You are hilarious, you know that," Andrew said his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I try my hardest. Alright, I've got to go. Have fun being grounded and I'll talk to you Monday?" Cara said standing up and grabbing her jacket.
"Yup, I plan to be at school. See ya later,"
"Bye Andrew," she said and hung up the phone. She jammed on her Yankees hat (Yes, she was a Yankees fan, much to Danny's dismay,), pulled on her light jacket, and grabbed her small messenger bag. She hurried downstairs and hoped to get to the door before her parents could stop her.
"Cara,"
Too late.
"Yeah, mom?" Cara said slowly turning from the door to face her mom.
"Call me when you get to Danny's apartment and don't take any of the back ways, okay?" Mariya told her daughter and she nodded slowly.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful," Cara said, her hand still gripping the door knob.
"You know, I'm just worried about you and I don't want you to get hurt again," Mariya told her daughter and Cara nodded.
"I'll be careful, mom, please, just relax," Cara said opening the door and stepping out. Mariya waved goodbye and Cara carefully shut the door before running down the street and toward the water taxi that headed toward Manhattan. When she arrived at the dock, the taxi was getting ready to depart and she knew if she missed it, she would end up waiting a good 20 minutes for the next one. She hurried through the gates and arrived at the front right as the captain was closing the doors. The captain gave her a look and opened them all the way to let her in.
"You're lucky, I was going to shut the gates," The captain said.
"Thanks," Cara said with a smile and as she walked away mumbled, 'No shit Sherlock,"
Cara took a seat at the front of the taxi as it slowly made its way across the Hudson. The wind against her face felt good, even though it was October and the days were beginning to get colder and shorter. She pulled out her cell phone and began fiddling with it to pass the time. The boat docked 20 minutes later and the passengers departed. Cara began making her way to the Crime Lab and decided not to pay attention to what was going on; though she did pass a Jamba Juice that was filling up with Spider Men.
She entered the Crime Lab several blocks down and stopped at the front desk. There sat a young woman, looking as if she wanted to be somewhere else besides there.
"Umm… I'm looking for a Detective Messer," Cara said tapping her fingers against the desk the woman sat at. She looked up and rolled her eyes.
"Name," she said sharply.
"Cara," she stated.
The woman gave her a look, "I need a last name too,"
"Messer. Cara Messer," Cara said quickly not wanted to upset the already PMSing woman.
She paused and looked down the list, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you up. You're not on the list," the woman said.
"Huh? You have lists now?" Cara asked feeling completely lost and confused.
"Yes, ever since our break in last year, we must have names of all visitors. I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave otherwise I'll have security escort you out," The woman said setting down her pen and looking at Cara.
Cara bit her lip, trying not to get herself into trouble by asking the woman if she looked like someone who was part of the Irish mob before she was saved by someone.
"Oh, Rachel, she's alright," came the voice of Detective Mac Taylor, who came walking in holding a cup of coffee and a small smirk on his face.
The woman Cara now knew as Rachel gave the Detective a look, "She's not on the list. I was specifically told not to let anyone who was not on the list in," Rachel said.
"Well… you know, you could easily put her on the list and no one would know she wasn't originally on the list. Anyway, she's the sister of a CSI here, she's safe," Mac said to Rachel who suddenly looked very angry.
"Alright," she grumbled and Mac nodded thanks before leading Cara to an elevator. He pressed the up button and the door opened and he entered the elevator. Cara slowly followed and the doors closed.
"Um, thanks for helping me out back there," Cara said breaking the silence as the elevator made it's why up to the 35th floor.
"No problem. I hate that new rule anyway. Sinclair was the one who put it in," Mac said taking a sip of his coffee.
"Who's Sinclair?" Cara asked.
"Head guy and a major pain in my ass," Mac grumbled causing Cara to laugh.
The elevator doors opened and the two stepped out. Cara said goodbye to Mac and headed to where Danny's office was. When she got there, no one was in the office so she decided to make herself comfortable. Cara managed to get herself on Danny's computer and was busy surfing the net when she heard a soft knock at the door to the office. Looking up, she saw Flack standing there.
"Hi Flack,"
"Hey Cara. How are you feeling?" Flack asked sitting at Lindsay's desk.
"I'm fine. Still a little sore but good," Cara said, "How did you know I was there?" she asked.
"You were at the cemetery?" Flack asked and Cara nodded.
Flack shrugged, "I go a call from some kid by the name of Jake telling me that you were going to be in a cemetery and your life was threatened. I took his claim seriously and headed there. By the time I got there, that kid was holding a gun to your head and I acted on instinct," Flack explained.
"Jake… hmm… now that explains it all," Cara said leaning back in the chair.
"What do you mean?" Flack asked.
"A couple of days before I got the note, he stopped me and told me to watch myself. I should have listened to him," Cara grumbled and Flack decided not to press the subject.
"Have you seen Danny?" Cara asked sitting up straighter on the chair.
"He's out in the field. Should be back pretty soon," Flack said. He checked his watch and quickly stood up.
"I've got to go. I'll see ya later and… happy birthday," Flack said before he left the office. Cara nodded thanks and turned her attention back to the computer screen. She had gotten lost in reading an article on MSN that she didn't hear her brother enter the office and was standing behind her, an evil smile etched on his face. He grabbed her shoulders and yelled causing Cara to scream and jump up out of his seat. Turning around, she saw Danny cracking up and holding his sides. She glared at him and hit him upside the head causing him to stop laughing.
"What was that for?" Danny asked rubbing his head lightly.
"For scaring the crap out of me, that's what it was for," Cara said placing her hands on her hips and continued to glare at him.
"Hey, all I can say is that it was totally worth it. Your face was priceless," Danny said earning another slap from Cara.
"Fine, guess I won't give you your birthday gift," Danny said crossing his arms and his eyes began roaming around the room.
Cara knew what Danny was playing around and decided to play along with him, "Yup, that is fine with me," she said shrugging.
Danny gave her a look and sighed, "I taught you well didn't I?" he asked.
"Too well," she said with a smirk.
Danny waved his hand and Cara smirked, "So… can I see it?"
Danny looked at her, "See what?"
"Your badge," Cara said some sarcasm present in her voice.
Danny gave her a look as Cara shook her head, "No, the ring! Can I see it?"
"Oh," he mumbled and stuffed his hands into his pocket and retrieved a small box. He handed it to Cara who checked to make sure Lindsay was not around and quickly opened it. She gave a small smile, closed the lid shut and handed it back to her brother.
"It's pretty," she said quietly.
Danny shrugged, "I had some help,"
"Stella?"
"How did you know?" Danny asked.
"Stella is the person who lives at Tiffany's. Of course she would be the one to choose for picking out a ring," Cara said waving her hand.
"Now… all I have to do is figure out how I'm going to do it," Danny said slipping the box back into his pocket.
"Ahh… I say December," Cara said sitting down on the chair and resting her chin against her knuckles.
"Why December?" he asked.
"December is pretty amazing time here. You've got Rockefeller Center, the ball drop in Times Square, Central Park is pretty awesome during Christmas," Cara said shrugging.
Danny looked it up, "Hey… why don't we talk about this later and actually, Adam wanted to show you something… go find him," Danny said quickly.
Cara gave him a look and looked behind her seeing Lindsay making her way to the office. Cara got the hint, smiled at Danny and scurried out of the office, hoping to find Adam so she could play around the A/V lab.
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