A/N – I'm really sorry about taking so long to update. I'm trying to write two stories at once and it's harder than I thought. But never fear, a new chapter is here (corny I know, but just humor me). But here's chapter 4…or 5 if you count the prologue. HAPPY READING!!!!

Disclaimer – I don't own CSI NY. Maybe in a previous life though.

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"I hate that woman."

Allison looked up from her computer to see Angelica storming in her office, hands on her hips. "Which woman?" she asked with an amused expression.

"Jillian. She thinks she's she can tell me what to do." she complained.

"Well, technically she can tell you what to do. I mean she is your boss, Angie." Allison pointed out.

"She is your boss, Angie." she mimicked. "Well, I think she should be fired."

"How would she get fired from her own label?" Allison asked her, still amused.

Jillian Michaels was the head designer and owner at the label, JM. Both Allison and Angelica disliked the woman, mainly because she was rude and acted like she didn't need them, but she did. Angelica was one of her best designers, but she never got any credit for it.

"So what did she do this time?" Allison asked.

"So there were, going over the spring line ideas, when she says 'I love this orange dress right here.' "

"Did she happen to be referring to the one you designed?"

"Yes!" Angie exclaimed.

"So, the problem with that is?" Allison questioned, confused.

"Well, she goes on to say 'I don't remember designing it, but since it's so amazing, I guess I did'. So then I start to tell her that it's mine, and she tells me to shut the hell up!"

"She said that?" Allison asked with a smirk, knowing that Angie was exaggerating.

"Well, not really, but she may as well had."

Allison rolled her eyes, standing up and stretching. "Well you go beat her up and I'll see you tomorrow." she said, gathering her things.

"You're leaving?"

"Well, when one says that they'll see you tomorrow, that's usually what that means." she joked.

"Keep talking, Allie. After I'm finished with Jillian, I'll come after you next." she said, pointing her finger at Allison.

Allison rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the office. "By Angie" she called out.

She made her way through the main hallway, which was still full of people, all rushing to get things done. She sighed contently, happy to not be one of them. She was about to reach the elevator when her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her phone and groaned at the name that appeared on the screen.

"Hello." she said, her voice full of false cheer.

"Carter, I need you in my office." Jillian said, or more like demanded.

Allison heard the phone click before she had a chance to say anything. She turned back around and made her way towards Jillian's office that was in the very middle of the office. She opened the door to see Jillian standing over her desk, looking at some of the photos Allison had given to her that morning.

Jillian Michaels might have been an evil woman, but she was definitely beautiful, a trait that Angelica believed was the only reason she was so successful. Standing almost 5'11 in heels (something that she has almost never been seen without) Jillian was petite, with light brown hair cut in a short bob, or as Allison referred to it, the "Victoria Beckham Bob". Her deep blue eyes might have seem harmless to people that didn't know her, but one mean look from her could kill, or at least make you cry.

"You wanted to see me."

Jillian didn't look up from her photos but instead motioned for Allison to come closer.

Allison tried her hardest not roll her eyes as she walked over to the desk, preparing for Jillian to tell her to redo the pictures because they were terrible.

"You need to tell Santos to watch it." she said bluntly.

Her comment took Allison by surprise. "What?" she asked, not sure if she had heard her right.

Jillian looked up for the first time, her usual stone-like expression on her face. "I think you heard me."

"Look, Jillian. I don't really understand what you're talking about….."

"I think you do. Santos is one of my best designers, and I would hate to have to fire her because of an attitude problem." she interrupted.

She's not the one with the attitude problem, she thought to herself. "Look Jillian, I know Angelica can be a bit...." she thought for a moment, looking for the best word "headstrong sometimes, but that' s just because she's really good at what she does and I think it goes without saying that she can be a little underappreciated sometimes."

"What exactly are you implying, Carter?" she asked, her tone slowly filling with anger.

"Nothing," Allison said, holding her hands up defensively. "I'm just saying that maybe you could give her a little pat on the back now and then."

"You know what Carter, I'll just tell her myself. You can go now." she said, turning back to the photos.

Allison sighed, and turned around, walking out of the office. On her way back to the elevator, she pulled out her phone, and sent a text to Angelica.

BEWARE: The evil one is going to summon you to her chamber, she typed with a laugh.

When she was in the elevator, heading to the ground floor, her phone beeped, signaling a reply.

Lucky me. No worries, though. I know how to take her. SHE CANT WIN!!!!

Allison laughed out loud at the reply, causing the other occupants of the elevator to look at her strangely.

"Sorry," she mumbled, before replying. LOL. You're crazy chica. Don't do anything stupid, because I'm not bailing you out or anything.

She was barely out of the elevator before she got a reply.

Don't worry. I watch enough TV. I can make it look like a suicide, it read.

Allison laughed before texting her goodnight. She was made her way the lobby of the building, stopping at the security desk. The heavy-set guard gave her a huge smile.

"Hey there Ms. Allie." he greeted her with his thick New York accent.

"Hey Hank. Saving us from more bad guys today." she asked with a smile.

Hank had been the security guard at the front desk long before Allison had ever started working there. She, along with everyone else, knew that he had a soft spot for Allison. She always joked with him, saying that if her were 25 years younger, she would go out with him. It made him blush every time.

"Only you, cutie." he said, with a dimpled grin. She rubbed his bald head, like she always did when he gave her a compliment.

"Well, have a good night Hank."

"You too, Ms. Allie." he told her, before remembering something. "Oh, and Ms. Allie, you got ya a visitor."

"Who?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Some guy name Sheldon. He got her about an hour ago, but I told him you normally leave a little late on Wednesdays so he said he was just going to that little coffee shop next door to wait for you."

A bright smile came over her face as she thanked Hank and practically ran out door.

Allison walked down to coffee shop that sat on the same block as her building. She made her way in the door and scanned the tables for Sheldon. The shop was surprisingly crowded for a Wednesday evening but she spotted him at one of the small tables against the far window.

His back was to her so she quietly made her way to stand behind him. She placed her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who." she said, making no attempt to disguise over her voice.

Sheldon smiled before answering. "Hmm. Well whoever you are, you got a sexy voice, so I'm going with Halle Berry."

Allison removed her hands, frowning down at him as he looked up at him. "That's hurts." she joked, placing a hand over her heart. He smiled at her as she tried to maintain her hurt expression but couldn't. She gave up a placed a small kiss on his lips, before taking the seat across from him.

"You want anything?" he asked, motioning to the counter.

"No thanks." she replied. "So what exactly are you doing on this side of town, Mr. Hawkes?"

"That's Dr. Hawkes to you missy." he joked.

"Whatever, Mr. Hawkes." she teased. "Your little joke there doesn't answer my question."

"Well, if you must know, I came down because I got off early so I figured since that is a rarity, I should take advantage of the moment and take my beautiful girl I know home." he told her.

Allison narrowed her eyes at him. "Smooth."

Sheldon shrugged, before standing up and offering her his hand. "I know." he said.

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So this chapter may seem kind of boring but it serves as a lead up to the next one so keep a look out.