A/N: I had a crazy day and needed something normal, so I thought I would post an extra chapter. Hope you like it, let me know.
Alison sat next to Syd, finishing a report while Syd was making wedding plans. Jamie was practicing using a baton and doing a wonderful job at ignoring Syd. Alison was trying to help, but it was working.
"What do you think of pink roses for the flowers," Syd called out.
"Yeah, great," Jamie said, not looking away from his practice.
"What if I went topless." She called back, testing him, but again he didn't look at her.
"Yeah, that be great," Jamie replied, Syd, stood up and walked in the kitchen where Erin was working. Alison crumped up a piece of paper and threw it at him.
"What, Al." He said the confusion filling his eyes.
"You sometimes have no idea what you're doing." She walked into the kitchen, wanting to see how Syd was doing. Erin was looking over a file while Syd sat next to her.
"Al, why didn't you date any cops," Erin asked her, causing Alison to laugh.
"Simple Danny scared them all away years ago." Her phone went off.
"I thought you weren't on call tonight." Alison looked at the phone.
"I'm not, hello…No we keep them in the Glovebox…Yeah…Do you need any help…Good, I wasn't offering…See you next shift." She hung the phone up.
"Who was that?" Syd asked Alison to picked up a cup of tea.
"Greg…I mean Detective CSI Sanders. He had to take one of the dayshift's cars. There a wreck he couldn't find one of the forms. Dayshift always put it in them in the wrong place." Erin looked at her.
"From the way you were smiling, I would say Danny hasn't scared everyone off." Alison threw the kitchen towel at her.
"He is a coworker," Alison explained, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"But is he cute," Syd asked. Erin looked over at her.
"Good question from the blush on my sister's cheeks; it looks like it. I haven't met him yet. Alison hasn't brought him by." Alison rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Erin, it's not like I brought Sheldon and Lindsay by when joined the team." Syd waved her hand.
"Excuses Excuses. From what I heard from Jamie, you ride with him when you go to the same scene." Erin looked up at this.
"He's on..." She trailed off, looking at Syd. Mouthing the word "List" to her. Alison gave a small smile.
"What can I say? I trust him."
Danny walked up to the scene. A college girl had been attacked on her way home from work. Danny spotted Greg taking pictures with a clipboard under his arm.
"Sanders." He called over at him. Greg lowered his camera walking over at him.
"She's over there I called Lindsay in to help with this one. She going to go with her to the hospital. The guy came up behind her." Danny closed his eyes; he hated this. An image flashed in his head, and he had to fight back the emotions.
"Thanks, I'll go see if she's willing to talk." Danny walked over to her. Greg turned back to his work. Making another note on the form. Alison was right about the dayshift keeping the car in a mess. A small smile slipped across his face at the thought of her.
"Sanders." Greg turned around, finding an officer behind him. "We go another vic about 2 blocks away. This one wasn't as lucky as the last two." Greg closed his eyes. This night was not getting any better.
"I'll go tell Reagan." Greg walked over to him. "Can I talk to you." Danny looked at him, annoyed but got up and walked over to him. Greg lowered his voice. "There's another one. Lindsay and I can handle this you should head over there Stella will meet you there." Danny nodded, walking over to his car.
Danny walked into the hospital. Rounding the corner, he spotted Stella. She had collected the evidence from the vic.
"Reagan, how are you doing." She looked at him. She waved her off.
"I'm fine, how is the girl." He pointed back at the room where the girl and her father were.
"They gave her something to help her sleep. Her father's a mess. He lost his wife 15 years ago. She didn't tell him about anything that would cause her to be a target." Danny gave a small nod.
"I'll talk to him. You see what that evidence can get you." Stella looked down at that the bag.
"I will, but remember Danny, this is just another case don't live in the past." Danny shrugged her off, walking down the hallway. Easy for her to say. He didn't live with a reminder of how he failed.
Greg walked over to Danny's desk; he was not going to like this.
"That suspect you have isn't your guy." Danny looked over at him.
"What do you mean, Sanders?" He held up a file walking over he pulled out a picture.
"He was on the jumbotron last night. He rabbited because of the drug prior." Danny leaned back in his chair.
"Man, I thought we got the guy." Greg smiled.
"That's why I came down here. They found the other car and need me to go down and look it over. I thought I would stop by and pick you up." Danny stood up.
"That's great what are we waiting for." They pulled up and saw a woman yelling at the officers.
"You take as many pictures of the car without touching it," Danny said. Greg nodded, and the two got out of the car. Greg walked around and taking pictures while Danny talked to the woman.
"Sofia Calso?" Danny asked the woman.
"Yes, do you have any idea what the traffic is going to be like going out to the Hamptons now?" She sneered, looking at her friends. Danny walked over to the car opening the door as Greg took pictures.
"No, ma'am. Um, is this your vehicle, ma'am."
"Yes, it's my vehicle, would you mind telling me what's going on? Because they wouldn't." She pointed at the officers.
"Yeah, were you using this car last night?" He ignored him. Greg pulled out his flashed, taking a few more pictures.
"I was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a charity auction. I took a town car."
"Would you happen to have the name and number." Danny walked to the back of the car, and the woman followed him.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" Danny looked at Greg, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Sofia Calso." The woman straightened, looking at him.
"My husband is the Deputy Counsel of Argentina. I have diplomatic immunity. You have no right to stop and detain me." Danny looked at her id spotting the symbol.
"Well, look a vehicle matching your in make and model with a similar license plate was involved in a series of sexual assaults last night." The woman's friends gasped.
"Don't be ridiculous." She said more to her friends than to Danny and Greg.
"Does anyone else have access to this vehicle," Greg asked, looking up from his camera.
"I've had enough of this. I'm not talking to you people anymore."
"Reagan, look at this." Greg pointed at a bumper sticker on the back.
"Your kids must be at some nice schools," Danny asked the woman.
"Yes, my daughter is at Brown, and my son goes to school here in New York." Danny looked at Greg.
"I think we have all that we need." Greg nodded, walking back over to the car.
"You going to try talking to the kid." He asked Danny got in the car.
"Yeah, it's worth a shot."
Greg walked into the commissioner's office.
"Sir, you have some evidence on the cares that I'm working on." Frank pointed at the cup.
"That could have the DNA you need to get a partial match." Greg nodded, pulling out his camera. Then hesitated before taking a picture.
"You don't mind, do you." He asked, suddenly becoming overly a where that he was in the commissioner's office.
"By all means." Greg nodded and started taking pictures. "You work with Alison." Greg looked up.
"Ally…I mean Alison. Yeah, she's a great CSI." Frank smiled.
"Why did you move to New York." Greg pulled out gloves and an evidence bag.
"Las Vegas had lost its appeal." Frank watched as he meticulously prosses the evidence.
"Do you have any family." Greg stood up.
"No, my grandparents died 5 years ago. My parents were in a car accident a year ago. Some guy high or drunk out of his mind. Probably had something to do with why I wanted to move." Frank leaned forward.
"Well, if you need anything, let me know." Greg noodled, walking out of the office.
"Thank you, Sir, this should get us the partial match that we need to confirm our suspicions. Next, we need to deal with his diplomatic immunity."
Alison laughed at the story her grandfather was talking about. Greg had explained to her about the case he and Danny were working on.
"I'm with Danny on this one people abuse diplomatic privilege. They don't pay their parking tickets their rent scoff at our laws." Jamie said.
"I think that the gun bust might have knocked some sense into this kid," Danny said, smiling at his brother.
"You're with Danny on this," Syd asked, looking at him.
"I am." She seemed surprised.
"So, what you think he should get away with this," Danny asked, looking at her.
"Of course not I think what he did is heinous. I just think you have a naïve what of looking at things." Alison closed her eyes. This was going to blow up.
"Oh, I'm naïve, huh?" Danny pointed at her.
"Not that that should surprise me." Jamie tried to calm her down.
"What he's the only one who's allowed to have an opinion at the table." Alison choked on her water.
"Nice." She whispered out. Danny slipped in another comment. Syd stood up in frustration.
"Back down now, he'll never let you hear the end of it," Frank said. She stopped looking at him.
"Diplomatic immunity may not be perfect, but it serves a purpose."
"Yeah, it lets them get away with anything."
"SO, what about American diplomats abroad?" Syd countered.
"They don't pay their parking ticks either," Frank said, earning a smile.
"I'm talking about the female diplomates in the Middle east who ends up in jail because he wears inpatriate grab and doesn't have diplomatic immunity. Do you really want our ambassadors in tenuous counties to be subject to trumped-up charges thrown in jail and used as pawns in a diplomatic game of chicken? The world a lot bigger than the five Boroughs Danny."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't get to spend my junior year abroad like you I had my hands full in Fallujah." Syd stopped looking at him.
"Well, Argentina turned us down. They're not going to way immunity." Frank said, hanging up his phone.
"Well argued Syd Erin would be proud," Alison called out as she walked into the kitchen done with Danny's comments.
Greg stood outside the interview room listening to Danny interview the diplomate's kid. Danny's sister Erin had been able to get the information in order to bring him down. The kid and his lawyer stood up, walking out. Greg grabbed his bag, walking into the join Danny.
"Okay, he grabbed the door did you see anything else," Greg asked, swabbing the door.
"I saw him drip over the table and the chair." Greg nodded, making it.
"This should get us the full match." Danny nodded, watching him work.
"Here is the real question why does that brat have the same tattoo as one of our vic's boyfriends." Greg lowered his camera.
"Well looks like I got get this room cleaned up so you can drag him down here."
Alison sat on the counter while Erin cooked.
"You know I could help." Erin turned, pointing at her.
"I could also drink that bottle of hot Sause, but I won't." Alison rolled her eyes.
"It's not my fault that I'm no good at cooking." Danny laughed, walking into the kitchen.
"Not good Al, you're the worst cook I know. There is a reason you never have a turn when it comes to Sunday dinner." Alison took a drink of her coffee.
"Very funny. I heard that you got the diplomat." Danny sat down at the table.
"Yeah, one of the vic's boyfriend flipped, giving us the other kids in the club. It was part of some hazing. Then Pop's came and help us get the immunity dropped." Frank razed his hand.
"I couldn't have done it without the DNA. Sander's really knows what he is doing." He said, watching the flash of emotion cross his youngest face.
"He's the best." She whispered out.