Good news/Bad news time.
Good news: I no longer have a job so now I can write all day.
Bad news: I no longer have a job.
So there.
"I honestly thought that Danny knew better than to let strangers into his appartment," Flack mused when Mac and Stella finally arrived at the building.
"Yeah, but Danny has an underdog complex. He's always got to help when someone asks," Mac said pointedly. "Which floor is Lumos on?"
"First floor. That bastard was watching everytime Danny came and went," Flack answered as they stepped into the main hall. He turned to Stella and asked, "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just worried. I mean we don't even know if he's hurt or if he's even still.."
"He's not dead," Mac said sternly. "We. Will. Find. Him."
CSI:NY
Lindsay was leaning over the two rings, carefully processing them. Hawkes was processing the small cross and St. Christopher pendant. Both were working in silence.
"Did Danny ever tell what theses rings are for?" Lindsay asked.
"No, but I think they belong to his parents," Hawkes answered calmly, looking up. "I've seen pictures of them over at Danny's. He looks alot like his mom."
Lindsay grinned slightly and returned to her work. Hawkes frowned slightly as he looked back down at the pendants. You better be alright, Danny. Or I'll kick your ass.
CSI:NY
Hawkes is so cool! Maybe I'll do something on him.
Sorry for this but I'm gonna have to take a break for awile.
My friends haunted house is starting to come together and guess who she voluteered to be the coordinator, designer and dress-maker for the entire thing.
So there.