It Started With a Game
Anyone you know belongs to those you know. They make the money off them. Not me. I'm just taking them for a ride. I own the rest including the dead bodies. I may pull from any storyline from any season, this is your warning.
This nasty little plot bunny latched onto me during the MLB playoffs. Evil plot bunny. My muse insisted that I do something about it. She was causing problems for me on my other fic, so I had to give in. I'm new to the whole CSI:NY thing, so bear with me.
As always, please R&R.