Lindsay and Danny sat on the couch watching the TV to drop in Times Square. It was New Years Eve and as Lindsay was on call they were at home rather than in Times Square itself.

"So any New Years resolutions?" Lindsay asked.

"Not to ever make any more new years resolutions ever again. I broke the one I made last year within by the end of January first."

"What was that?"

"No comment." Danny replied.

"No comment?"

"Let's just say it involved you and I'm never going to tell you."

"You know I have ways of making you talk." Lindsay slowly walked her fingers up his chest.

"I'm sure you do, but I can withstand the torture."

"Do you want to bet on that?"

"That would be illegal detective." He kissed her.

"5….4….3….2…..1" The TV counted down but Lindsay and Danny didn't care.

Danny was in the process of unbuttoning Lindsay's shirt when her pager went off.

"Sorry." She apologised checking it. "Duty calls."

She quickly did up her buttons; she got up and put her coat on.

Danny grabbed his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"I can help process." He shrugged. "It's better than sitting around waiting for you to get home."

"You don't have."

"I don't mind."

"Grab your gun and badge." Lindsay told him.

"Yes dear."

Lindsay rolled her eyes and grabbed their kits from the closet.

CSI NY CSI NY

"Hey Mac. Happy New Year." Danny told him.

"Danny what are you doing here?" Mac was surprised to see him.

"He didn't want to sit home alone." Lindsay explained.

"Well happy new year to both of you."

"What've we got?" Danny inquired.

"Helena Paulson. The hotel was having a party; one of the women went into the bathroom just before midnight and found her. Slashed across the throat with a champagne glass found next to her body. PD is questioning all the guests." Mac's pager went off. "Are you two okay to handle this if I go and take care of this other body?"

"Go ahead." Danny told him. "We've got it covered."

"We'll be fine." Lindsay assured him.

They made their way back to the bathroom.

"I wasn't planning on spending the first day of the new year in a women's bathroom." Danny remarked.

"I don't think she was planning on ringing out last year by dying in a women's bathroom." Lindsay countered. "Especially in a dress that's a Vera Wang and worth about four thousand dollars. That necklace looks like real sapphires. Those shoes are Jimmy Choo worth about $600 and that's a Prada bag."

"I guess we can rule out robbery as a motive." He paused. "Since when do know designer clothes?"

"I watched the New York Fashion Week shows on E!." Lindsay shrugged. "And I actually own a pair of Jimmy Choos."

"You do?" Danny questioned. "Have I seen them?"

"No. They are in a box in the back of the closet. I've only ever worn them once."

"Uncomfortable?" Danny guessed.

"They cost six hundred bucks, I'm not going to wear them out and ruin them. It took my six months to save up to buy them."

"What's the point of paying that much for a pair of shoes that you never wear? You could have bought what 8, 10 pairs of normal heels which you could wear."

"It's not something that a guy would get." Lindsay replied. "It's kind of like women not understanding why it's okay for a guy to pat another guy on the butt when they've in the middle of a football game but not at any other time in case someone thinks they are gay."

"Right." Danny looked at her.

"Ask Stella." Lindsay suggested as she started taking photographs.

TBC