A/N – Okay, so I have to apologize for taking so long to update this story. I haven't forgot about it or anything. Want to give a special thank you to raetaylor for reminding me. Love ya much! HAPPING READING!!!

Disclaimer – I don't own CSI NY, trust me. I don't. Really.

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"You know you didn't have to do this right?"

Sheldon looked over at Allison as the two made their way towards their building after leaving the coffee shop. "And you know you can stop saying that, right?"

Allison sent a small smirk in his direction. "Hey, don't criticize me for being grateful," she joked.

Sheldon laughed out loud at her comment. "Trust me, I'm not criticizing you. I think it's sweet but I want you to understand that I know I don't have to do anything. I'm just doing it because I want to."

"Understood," she said with a small smile.

The two walked in a comfortable silence for a while until Allison's cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her purse, glanced at the caller id, and put it back in her purse.

Sheldon watched her curiously as she continued walking; ignoring the phone's consistent ringing. "I take it that that was somebody you didn't want to talk to."

"Yeah. It was my mom. She's been calling me non-stop for the past week about coming home for Thanksgiving."

Sheldon nodded in understanding, not wanting to pry. He knew that she didn't get along with her family as well as she would have liked. They walked a while longer before Sheldon spoke up again. "You know, if you don't want to go home, you can come to my parents'," he said slowly, not knowing if his invitation was too forward.

Allison stopped walking and looked at Sheldon with her eyebrows raised. "Really?" she asked in disbelief.

"I mean, only if you want to. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to…"

"I'd love to," she said, interrupting him.

Sheldon looked at her with a surprised expression. "Are you sure?"

Allison nodded as they started walking again. She looped her arm though through his and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Yes, I'm sure."

"I just wanted to make sure. I mean, I know it's only been a few weeks and everything so I don't want you to think that I'm trying to rush anything."

"I don't think that Sheldon. It'll be nice to meet your family. Plus I can't wait to hear my Dad freak out when I tell him that I'm not coming home for Thanksgiving," she admitted.

"You're horrible," Sheldon joked.

Allison shrugged and leaned in closer. "I know. But hey, you're the one that's dating me, so I think that makes you just as horrible."

Sheldon laughed out loud as they rounded the corner and onto the street of their building.

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" Sheldon asked her as they made their way up the front steps.

"Uh, nothing really but I have a feeling that that's about to change."

"Well, I figured maybe I would cook you dinner on Saturday evening," he said as they went up the steps to their floor.

"You cook?" she asked.

Sheldon shrugged lightly. "I know my way around the kitchen."

"Wow. He's a doctor and he can cook. It's seems I hit the jackpot," she said, causing Sheldon to laugh.

"So I'm going to take that as a yes," he said as they reached their floor.

"Yes, that's a yes. Besides, it would be nice to eat a home cooked meal. The only thing I know how to cook is Easy Mac," she admitted.

"Well, it is a good thing I'm a doctor then, just in case I ingest something you cook," he joked.

He was expecting a smack or something but all he heard was Allison laugh. "As much as I would love to counter that statement, I can't help but think that you're right."

They shared another laugh as they reached Allison's door.

"I gotta say, this whole living next door thing is actually really convenient, you know. It only takes me about five seconds to get home from here," Sheldon said with a grin.

Allison faked a hurt expression. "Gee, thanks Sheldon. What if we lived twenty minutes apart? Would you still walk me home then?"

"Of course," he said simply.

Allison rolled her eyes playfully. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Always manage to say the right thing. You're a guy so you're supposed to say something stupid every now and then."

"Oh, um okay," he replied, biting his bottom lip in thought. "How about this? Yes, those pants do make you look fat."

Allison stared at Sheldon before bursting out in laughter. "You know what, forget I said anything. You're really bad at insults, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said with a chuckle.

Allison smiled and leaned up to press a kiss on his lips. "Well, thanks again for the company."

"You're welcome," he replied, giving her another kiss before watching her go into her apartment.

When she was fully inside, her turned around and headed to his own apartment.

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Allison shot up in her bed from the sound of someone knocking on the door. Wearily, she glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:09 am. She squinted her eyes in confusion, curious to who was knocking on her door so late. She paused, pondering the fact that the knocking may have been in a dream. She was proved wrong however when the knocking continued.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed with a groan, unhappy with the interruption. She padded out of the bedroom, dressed in red pajama pants and a white tank top. She made her way to the door and looked out of the peephole. She bit her bottom lip when she didn't recognize the tall male figure on the other side.

With hesitation, she slowly opened the door, leaving the chain lock on so the door only opened a few inches.

"Yes?" she asked slowly.

"Are you Allison Carter?" the male asked. He was tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a dark colored suit.

"Yeah," Allison answered.

The man reached onto his belt and pulled of the badge that was clipped to it. "Hi, I'm Detective Don Flack with the NYPD. I need to ask you a couple questions," he said.

Allison held up her forefinger before closing the door to unlock the chain. She reopened it all the way, allowing Flack to come into full view. "Questions about what?"

"Do you know this woman," he asked, ignoring her question. He held up a picture in his hand.

Allison leaned in closer and gasped when she recognized the lifeless face in the photo. "Oh my God, that's Jillian Michaels."

"What was your relationship with Ms. Michaels?"

Allison ran a hand through her messy hair. "Um, she was my boss."

"When was the last time you saw her?" Flack asked her.

"Yesterday, right before I left work."

While she spoke, Flack took down all the notes in his notepad. He looked back up at Allison.

"What's your relationship with Angelica Santos?"

"She's my best …" Allison trailed off, a thought coming to her mind. "Wait, you think she had something to do with it?"

"We have reason to believe that she might be involved," Flack admitted to her.

Allison's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "What! That's crazy. She would never do anything like that," she insisted.

"Really?" Flack questioned. "Because we discovered that she sent numerous texts to your phone, one even way that she knows how to make it look like a suicide."

Allison let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, we were just joking, okay. She didn't mean anything by it."

Once again, Flack persisted with his belief. "Are you sure? We have witnesses that say that Angelica has always hated Jillian and that the two had a confrontation during the day."

Allison stared at Flack, a mix of anger and disbelief on her face. "Look Detective. I know it looks bad but Angie didn't do anything. I know her, okay. She would never kill anyone."

Flack eyed her suspiciously, not fully believing her. Allison sensed that and was prepared to speak again when a thought entered her mind. "Excuse me, "she said hurriedly, brushing past Flack.

She walked past him into the hallway and made her way to Sheldon's apartment. She reached up and knocked on the door.

Flack had made his way over and looked at her curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked her.

"My boyfriend is a CSI. I have no idea what to do so I figured he would," she told him.

Just then, the door swung open to reveal Sheldon dressed in gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He was surprised to see both Allison and Flack on the other side of the door, together. "Uh, Flack?" he questioned, more curious to his reason for being there.

Flack was equally as surprised to see Sheldon. "Sheldon?" he asked, before turning towards Allison. "This is your boyfriend?"

Before Allison could answer, Sheldon spoke up. "What's going on?"

"My boss was murdered and he thinks that Angelica had something to do with," she told him. She was trying her best to remain calm but Sheldon could see she was having a hard time.

Sheldon placed a comforting arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him. He looked up at Flack. "Is Mac on the case?"

Flack nodded. "Along with Danny and Lindsay."

Sheldon nodded and looked at Allison. "Listen, I'm going to go down to the crime lab and see what's going on."

"Sheldon," Flack started. "You know Mac's not going to let you be a part of this."

"I know. I just need to see talk to him," Sheldon told him. "Do you have Angelica in custody?"

Flack hesitated before answering. "I got two of my guys bringing her in now."

Sheldon nodded in understanding. "I'll call you," he told Allison before turning back to Flack. "Let's go."