A/N: So I apologize severely for taking forever with this chapter. It started off so, so well, and then poof, lost my train of thought. I have plans of using every fifth chapter (1, 5, 10, etc) for a future chapter. This may change in the future, but it's just my plan at the moment. So you have that to look forward to :] Please check out the poll on my page. It's for chapters six through nine.

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The Chronicles.

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I already see us moving mountains
I already see us walk in water
I already see the clouds we're flying
Over and under
I can really see us having babies
Walking through the park and being lazy
I already see myself falling in love eternally
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be

Be - Jessica Simpson

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The Chronicles of Work.

March 19th, 2009

As she laid in bed with Flack for the morning, due to schedules that finally gave them a day to sleep in, and more importantly, together, Jules shuddered at the thought of going out in the weather. She loved New York City; the bright lights, the people she met on a day to day basis, her job, her friends, but she hated the weather. The fact that it changed at the drop of a hat never sat well with her. New Hampshire wasn't very different, though. She could not look at the two states and see complete differences in their weather.

But as she answered a call from Mac telling her to meet Danny at a crime scene an hour before her shift was supposed to beg, she finally caught a weather report and looked out the window. The two had slept late, and Flack had even splurged to make breakfast. As they munched on the meal in bed with the television in the bedroom showing highlights of the hockey games the night before on SportsCenter, weather and work were the last two things of their mind.

The clouds crowded the sky, painting it gray and white, with no sun in sight. Or in the forecast. When she drove towards the scene, she feared that the sky would open up and begin to rain a few hours before the weatherman forecasted. Rain was the worst for a CSI. It degraded evidence like that was its sole purpose. And made their lives a living hell.

Let's just wrap this scene up and take it back to the lab before the rain pours down on us, she thought as she stepped out of her SUV.

"What have we got, Messer?" Jules asked as she approached the crime scene tape.

"You're sounding more and more like Flack everyday," he chided, only to receive a smirk and a shrug from the blonde. As she slipped beneath the tape, she placed her kit and her camera on the ground next to Danny's and pulled a pair of latex gloves from her oversized navy blue winter jacket proclaiming CSI on the back. "Just what it look likes," the Staten Island native began as he looked over his shoulder to Jules, "a DB ruining my only day off this week," he stated before standing up.

If it weren't for the idea of contaminating her gloves, she would have slapped him upside the head. "Thanks, jackass, I caught that."

"The name is Georgia Everett," Angell said as she began walking over to the two. "Twenty-four years old."

Jules nodded and pursed her lips. Her body was in the position indicating a dump job. Arms were crossed showing remorse on the behalf of her murderer. "She's a nurse at St. Vinny's from Greenwich Village," Danny said as he flipped through the woman's wallet. "Got some cash, and all of her cards are still here."

"So we're not lookin' at a robbery," Jules concluded. Rolling her neck around to rid herself of the feeling of laying in bed - what she was doing with Flack for the past few hours before she was called out - she crouched next to the body. "Only problem with this woman is the slice across her throat," she said before turning to Danny as he stood next to her.

Danny scoffed, "If it wasn't for that detail we would both be at home, enjoying our mornings."

"Not together, I hope," Angell interrupted.

A disgusted look took over Jules' face. "Not a chance. Donnie and I were just lounging around being lazy this morning. It was actually like paradise."

The detective only rolled her hazel eyes at her best friend. She, however, thanked her lucky stars that she didn't get a play by play of the morning's events. Angell had had enough of the Flack and Anjuli trysts playing in her mind thanks to her best friend's need to share every encounter to last her a life time. If she ever questioned how bad Flack, Danny and Travis could be when they got together for some locker room convo, she knew Jules was right up there with them.

"I don't really see anything out of the ordinary about this drop-off," Jules declared as she stretched out to grab the camera a few feet away from her. Danny noticed her efforts and grabbed it for her and handed it to her. With her eye up to the device, she continued, "She hasn't been disturbed, so she more than likely couldn't have been put here all that long ago. This is a pretty busy neighborhood."

Danny shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but it's almost eleven in the morning. Most people are at work by now. So this guy must have be pretty gutsy to drop a body in broad daylight."

"Personally, I love walking over a dead body on the way to work," she added with a laugh. As she got close-up shots of the body, Jules stood up and backed up to get full length photos. A gust of wind blew through the area, dispersing the vic's hair in several different directions. Jules caught a glimpse of what she thought was a business card tucked under Georgia's shoulder.

She pointed it out to Danny who lifted her body enough so Jules could grab the paper. "It's only the beginning," the card read.

Her eyes narrowed on the writing as she bit the inside of her lip and shook her head. "If this," she indicated by pointing to the body on the cement, "is only the beginning, what more do we have to look forward to?"

"And how many more will there be?" Danny asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hope neither of you have plans for the next few days."

Anjuli flicked her eyebrows in frustration before placing the camera next to their kits again.

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She was never a big fan of autopsy. It wasn't so much the sight of the victims being cut open for Sid Hammerbeck to examine, but more the scent that lingered in the area. As she strained her hands together after pulling her loose locks into a tight ponytail at the center of her head, Jules pushed open the door leading into the cool room.

"So am I the last one to hear that you're engaged?" the M.E. asked as the blonde entered the room.

A smile broke out across Anjuli's face as her eyes lifted to the older man. "I don't think Whitford has heard yet," she offered as she took her place next to Georgia Everett's body. "And it's not like I was trying to hide it from you. It happened not even forty-eight hours ago, and I waited almost twenty-four to tell my best friends."

"I'm just teasing you, Jules." Jules smiled a very rare genuine smile while in autopsy. "Congratulations. To both you and Don," he responded with.

"Thanks, Sid. It means a lot coming from you." It was Sid's turn to bust out with a smile. A goofy smile, but a genuine one none the less. "As long as you promise me, right here and right now that you'll dance with me at my wedding."

He laughed. "And here I was thinking that you finally got your ring, and that you'd be pulling Flack to the JP as soon as possible." Jules' infectious laugh bounced through the morgue. "I never pictured you as a white dress, big wedding kind of girl."

She only pursed her lips and shrugged. "Life is full of surprises, Dr. Hammerbeck. Though, let me tell ya, I am totally not looking forward to going dress shopping. Talk about a massive pain in the ass," she laughed. "And then my mother will weasel her way into going with us, and by us I mean Lindsay and Angell, so I will be totally outnumbered."

"Bring your father. We all know how much he worships the ground his baby girl walks on," the graying man said. "Jodi, my oldest daughter, brought me with her to pick out her dress. I actually enjoyed myself."

Jules giggled. "My dad would rather go with me to buy hockey equipment than a wedding dress. Bad enough he has to brush up on his dancing skills between now and the wedding."

"Any dates in mind?"

"Jeez, Sid. I haven't fully comprehended the fact that after close to seventeen years, I'm finally getting my wedding, and you're trying to get me to pick everything out right now." She licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. "All I know is it'll be this fall, 'cause there is no way in hell I am letting Donnie hold off any longer. And just for the torture of not proposing over the past two years, he's wearing his dress blues."

"Cruel and unusual punishment, Jules," the doctor replied with. She only grinned and nodded. "So let's talk about this young lady, shall we?" Jules nodded again. "I sent stomach contents up to Danny in Tox almost an hour ago. I estimated T.O.D. between ten o'clock last night and midnight."

Jules pulled the notepad she kept with her, especially for autopsy, out of her back pocket and jotted down the information. "Can't get any more accurate?"

"I'm afraid not, Jules." Reaching towards the end of the table sitting next to the slab where Georgia Everett's body rested, he grabbed a plastic container and handed it to Anjuli. When her eyes light up, he smirked. "There was a bit of trace inside the neck wound. Thought you would like to play around with that for a little while." He turned his eyes back to the body and put on his glasses.

She nodded, "Anything else on her other than the cut across her throat?"

The medical examiner shook his head. "There isn't a whole lot else to help you with. I do, however, have some trace I collected from her hair on it's way to Adam. Not a lot to go on with this one."

Jules slipped her notepad back into her pocket and sighed. "This guy was good. Left little evidence behind and is planning to do it again."

"How do you know it wasn't a one time deal?"

"He left a card. This is only the beginning."

Sid nodded. "So you get to put your profiling skills to work. The B.A.U. wasn't interested in you just because you're a pretty face," he added.

Blush rose in Jules' cheek. "You've been going to too many late night subway performances with Mac and Stella. Every time we get something that includes a profile, he brings that up."

"I never understood why you turned them down. It's the F.B.I. The pinnacle of this job."

The blonde shrugged. "This is where I belong. In New York City, with the NYPD, with my family and my best friends…"

He cut her off, "With Detective Flack." She grinned. "Is that why New Hampshire never really worked out?"

"For the most part," she answered. "And then Nine Eleven happened, and even though I spent three weeks here, doing what I could to help out at Ground Zero, when I went back to Concord, I never felt like I really fit in up there. I was the outsider. But I'm glad I came back here."

"Especially with an impending marriage," he tossed in. At the mention of her newest task, she broke out in a large grin. "Just think, a year or two down the line you could be coming in here to talk about a victim and you'll be pregnant."

For the second time since she arrived in autopsy, her laughter broke up the depressing work. "I have quite some time before I am even going to start thinking about having kids."

Sid nodded and took his glasses off. "But you want them, right?" She nodded. "Don't wait too long, then."

She opened her mouth to respond, only to be cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. "Sorry, Sid. Thank you," she started before holding up the container in her hand. He nodded and watched her leave his room. "What's up Danny?"

"I got the Tox results back," he stated.

"Give me a few. I just left autopsy." With the phone call disconnected, she entered the elevator. After pressing the button for the thirty-fifth floor, she rested her head back against the wall and let Sid's words wash through her mind again. Kids. Just the idea of having children with Don brought a smile to her face. After seeing him when his nephew was born almost five years ago, she knew in that moment he was the man she wanted to have a family with.

In the silence of the private room on the maternity ward, with only Jules and Austin Gregory Flack, Don found his calling in life. For the time being it was to spoil his nephew and be the best uncle he could be. But when the day came that he could become a father on his own, he vowed to not miss a beat in his child's life.

When Austin became a big brother to Jasmine Sophia two years later, in August of 2006, it furthered his desire to have a family of his own.

On Jules' side of the family, she became an aunt to four children. Her oldest brother, Brendan and his wife, Cara welcomed Killian Alexander just a few months before her official, and final, return to New York City. They soon continued their ever-growing family with Sloane Andrew's birth in October of 2006.

With her middle brother, Patrick and his wife, Hannah becoming parents in 2005 and 2006 to Anya Lucille and Sage Juliette, Jules and the youngest male Fallon son began to feel left out of the fun.

Jules had tried her hardest to make sure she remained without a child when she got married, knowing the sheer thought of an out-of-wedlock grandchild would cause her mother to have a conniption. If her relationship with her mother wasn't already tattered enough, she didn't want the extra criticism that Abigail was known for just 'tossing out there'.

Whether it was a piercing, or a tattoo, or the choice to move to New Hampshire based on her hockey scholarship, her mother always had to have the last word. The day Jules came home with her first tattoo, the word "breathe." on the inside of her right foot, her mother almost disowned her. Though the first set of holes in Jules' earlobes was her mother's doing when she was just a baby, the other eight piercings in her ears almost sent her mother over the edge.

Now, at thirty, her mother still gave her hell over the ten tattoos and eleven piercings marking her daughter's body. Even as Jules explained the Gaelic writing and the two sets of Roman numerals on her lower back meant the absolute world to her because they were for Aiden, her mother would just lift her nose and walk away. The piece was the two dates in a Roman-esque font, while the phrase was written in script between the dates.

Flack became a big fan of the ink. While he only had a Celtic cross on his right shoulder blade, he loved the tattoos on Jules' body. From the cherries at the back of her left foot - a drunken night in Las Vegas with Lindsay Monroe ended in matching tattoos - to the shamrock with his badge number on her bikini line or the Celtic diamond at the base of her neck, he thought every piece was perfection on her tanned skin. His personal favorite was the nautical star on the back of her left leg that he loved to view while she would walk around the apartment in panties and a camisole.

He would even admit he liked the outline of a star on the cartilage of her right ear. When he asked what she was thinking when she got that one done, she just smiled and shrugged. "It seemed lonely over there. I have the industrial piercing on my left ear, and this one was feeling left out." With a smirk, he pulled her into his arms and laughed.

Jules' favorite was probably the claddagh on left wrist, with beading around her wrist to make it look like the beads of a rosary. The tattoo was designed after her grandmother's rosary, that had a claddagh in the center of the cross.

As the doors opened on the thirty-fifth floor, Jules darted towards the Tox lab to find Danny. She found the blonde Staten Island native hunched over a microscope and paying no attention to her arrival. "What's up, Danny?"

His head turned in her direction. "You got here pretty quick."

She shrugged. "I was on my way out of autopsy," she replied as she walked towards the table he was working on. "What did you find out?"

"Before Sid sent up the trace from her hair, I had Adam help me figure out her stomach contents. It's all seafood."

Jules placed the plastic container holding the bullet on the table and crossed her arms. "That's not really specific, Danny. This is New York City. We have more than twenty thousand restaurants."

"Yeah, yeah. I know that, wise ass," he said before shaking his head at the petite woman. "This combination is pretty specific, though. Alaskan King Crab, lobster, some mac'n'cheese, and oysters. Know where I'm goin' with this?"

The shorter blonde smirked. "City Seafood."

Danny nodded. "Exactly. Figure we can pop in there, see if anyone saw our vic there last night," he rambled off. Anjuli nodded. "What'd the doc give you?" he asked, referring to the container.

Her eyes lit up. "Just a little engagement present." She lifted the container to show off the trace evidence inside. "Some trace collected in Georgia Everett's neck wound. Sid had no idea what it was, and left that all up to me to figure out." Jules sighed and rested against the counter. "This guy was good, Danny. Way too good."

"Maybe," Danny began, "but we're just better."

Jules nodded. "Lemme just go lock this baby up and we'll head to City Seafood. Meet you at the elevators in five?" Danny nodded in response as Jules began to leave the lab. "And I'm driving, Messer!" she exclaimed before exiting.

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"So, that was completely useless," Jules huffed as she rested against the passenger side door after leaving the restaurant. Pulling her Crime Lab jacket closer to her body, she tried to fight off the cold. "'Did you see this woman last night?' 'Yep.' 'Was she with someone?' 'Yep.' 'Did you happen to see the person she was with?' 'Nope.'" Jules just shook her head as she restated the previous conversation. "I mean seriously, could he have been more of a pain in my ass? We're trying to solve a murder before another one happens, and that guy is in there being a serious douche bag!" The blonde placed her head back against the window as Danny stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I knew I hated that place for a reason," he said, bringing a simple smirk to Jules' face. "I know you do - you hate seafood." She nodded. "But the one time I brought Linds here, our waiter was a complete prick. He was a total asshole to Montana, and we both know I don't bode well with anyone doin' that. So I said something to him; he threatened to get us thrown out. No biggie - the food sucks anyways."

Jules just rolled her eyes. "Good story, Dann-o." He smirked as she pushed him in the direction of the front of the car. "Can you please unlock the doors?" His eyebrow raised as he pursed his lips. "Daniel, can you please open the doors. It's freezing out here."

He laughed. "I thought you wanted to drive," he offered.

"Nah. You don't want me to drive while I'm this pissed out."

Danny just shrugged and unlocked the doors to the SUV before treading towards the other side of the vehicle. With the two inside and the heat on, Jules ran a hand through her hair. "J, just calm down. It was a bad lead. A pretty shitty one at that; but we've had those before."

She nodded and nibbled on her lower lip. "I know, Danny. It's just… we could be looking at another body this time tomorrow. I really don't want to."

"Yeah, but that's how this job works sometimes," he said before pulling the vehicle out into traffic. "And this may make me seem like an insensitive bastard…"

"Probably 'cause you are," Jules added, only to receive a glare from the driver.

He then rolled his eyes and offered a small smile. "But if we have to wait for another body for more dirt on the perp, I'm game for that."

Jules only shrugged. "You know I've never been good at cases of younger people. I mean, she was only twenty-four," the blonde offered before licking her lips. "She had her entire life before her."

"Most of the victims we find are the same, Jules. Just getting ready to start their lives.."

She cut him off, "Did you know she just started working at St. Vinny's? Or that she has five younger siblings; the youngest of which is only seven. How do you explain to them that their sister was murdered?"

Placing a comforting hand on her leg, Danny shrugged. "The way we always do," he offered. "We do it all the time, J. Does it suck?" He nodded. "Absolutely. Every single time." He shook his head before continuing his thought. "But maybe we can get this family some closure. Or some justice when we find this guy."

Jules only hoped he was right. That her death would not be in vain. While she had no idea if the twenty-four year old nurse died at the hands of someone she knew or a perfect stranger, Anjuli had no intention of leaving a single leaf unturned.

When she had her mind set to finding a murderer, she was known for getting her man.

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