A/N: Okay, so here goes another chapter. My first ever fanfic so please review more so that I can improve more! Thanks for those who read and reviewed.

Disclaimer:I don't own any of the CSI guys. Only Elliot and Elliot. That's all.

Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny…

Why does this name sound so familiar? Do I know this "Danny"? Who is he? Have I met him? How does he look like? I've got to get out and meet him.

Oh, come on! You can't, you can't get out of here. There's no way and you know it.

But, I've spent weeks in here. I need to see this "Danny" and find out who he is.

Even if you get out, you'll never find him. After all, you only know his first name. Do you know his surname? Do you know how he looks like? Does he know you? Have you thought about that?

Well…um...no.

That's what I am trying to get into your head. Your stubborn little head. You "know" this guy called "Danny", but you don't know, know him. You get me?

Whatever happens, I need to know who he is.

Since you are getting on my nerves, I'll just help you a little here, okay?

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Hey, hey, don't need to get so emotional here, okay? I'm just helping. No guarantee of success.

Yeah. Okay, okay.

Now, what's the first thing you remember before you got us into here?

Hey, what do you mean me getting us here?

Aww…admit it. It's true!

If you did not make me retort, "I just want to process this scene quickly." , we would not have ended up here… Wait! "I just want to process this scene quickly"… Who did I say this to? What scene? What job did I do? What happened after that? Come on, help me a little here!

Processing a scene…let me see…

A CSI…yeah…that's it! A CSI.

A CSI? What is a CSI?

A CSI is a Crime Scene Investigator. Good heavens, how can you not remember?

No, no, no. Let me rephrase that. How can I remember? Sounds better. Okay, how can I remember? If not for you, your head wouldn't get wiped out and we wouldn't be in this white-washed area. All I do is sit on your left shoulder and give you the negative perspective of the world. Well, actually, I do not sit on your left shoulder. But, I am your negative side. Bad side, negative side, same, got it?

Great, just great. Here I am, sitting and wasting my life away with the negative side of my life. How great can life get?

It's certainly much better than lying in a hospital bed conscious but immobile. After all, you've got me - a great chat pal - to accompany you while you are unconscious, recuperating.

Humph…I'd rather be on the hospital bed alone than be with you. I just might see Danny.

Pah! For all you know, Danny may just be your kindergarten crush. Haha!

Kindergarten crush! For Pete's sake, there was never a kin-der-gar-ten crush!

Really? How about Jason Moore or Mike Radford or Greg Dentley or…

Oh, just keep quiet! You are getting on my nerves. I may never get to see Danny in this case…

Ooo…a sign of great influence from the master. You have just applied my great example of negativity in your life and speech and mind. Isn't that good?

Go away! Just go away!

Fine. I'll go away to allow you to revise on what Teacher Negative-Perspective has thought you.

Yes, leave now.

Goodbye! Hmm…I'm hungry…

Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny…

A/N: Okay, I hope you guys really caught what went on this chapter. Jason Moore, Mike Radford and Greg Dentley are just made up people. Like it? Hate it? Please review. Thanks! ryu