A/N: Alright! Now that that's down...I'll go ahead and do it from Lindsay's point of view...
This world keeps spinning faster
To a new disaster, so I run to you
I run to you, baby
When it all starts coming undone
Baby, you're the only one I run to
I run to you
Lady Antebellum — I Run To You
"Lindsay, wake up," Danny's voice cut through her sleep-hazed mind as she lifted her head groggily.
"Sorry, did I sleep in again?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
"Not yet, but if we're not ready to walk out the door in an hour, we're both gonna be late and it's not polite to be late on your first day of your new job," he replied. When her eyes opened wider, she saw her husband in a wife-beater and sweatpants and Lucy perched on his hip. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled into pigtails, her tiny body clad in pink flowered pajamas and her teddy bear clung tightly in her arms.
"Alright, I'm up," Lindsay said, swinging her body out of bed. When she stood up, she took Lucy from Danny and walked into the kitchen. Lucy was fairly simple to give breakfast to in the morning, she merely wanted Cheerios and a banana. That gave Lindsay time to get her clothing out for the morning and her shower ready.
"Alright, switch!" Danny said, breezing past her. She looped her arm through her husband's as she swung him around.
"Not so fast, cowboy," she told him, making him stand to face her. His tie was crooked and wrinkled. "Oh great, you've been borrowing Flack's ties again, haven't you?" She made a face as she pulled it off of his neck. It was a hideous Pepto-Bismol pink and she tossed it into their closet.
"That happens to be my favorite tie, Montana," he joked. She rolled her eyes as she rifled through his tiny collection.
"Honestly, you'd think since that once that man got married, that he would have better ties," she sighed as she finally selected the least-heinous of them all. After fixing his tie, she fidgeted with the collar. "There." He now looked a bit more professional in a suit, but she preferred his plainclothes look. It suited him better.
"Go get your shower, I'll get Lucy dressed," he said, kissing her cheek in thanks. She waved him off with a smile and disappeared to get ready.
"Knock 'em dead, babe!" Lindsay called as he closed the door to the 1st precinct. When he looked glum to see her leave, she fought a smile and waved. They had already dropped Lucy off at daycare and she was now to report to a scene in Williamsburg, all the way near Brooklyn. She smiled to herself as she was able to turn up the radio to country music and Lucy's new favorite song 'Love Done Gone' by Billy Currington came on. All the little three year old knew was what they sang after the chorus, but it didn't stop her from making up her own lyrics.
"Wike snow cones when the hot sun comes, wike weaves on twees when autumn comes!" the little girl would shout. Lindsay's smile remained on her face as she thought of her daughter's bright smile as the song would progress. Lucy Messer loved her country music.
She pulled up to the lab to clock in and grab one of the trucks to go to the scene.
"Good morning, Mac, Hawkes, and Adam," she greeted them in a rush, breezing her way to the locker room to clock in.
"Why, Miss Lindsay, so nice to see you here bright and early," Jo said with a warm smile. Lindsay smiled at her before setting her card back into the holder.
"I had to drop Lucy off at daycare and Danny at the 1st," she explained.
"How did he take being a big boy at his job?" Jo asked, her brown eyes warm with amusement. Lindsay let out a chuckle and fixed her jacket.
"He took it surprisingly well, I'm just anxious to get to work," she answered. "He said he'd give me updates on the exciting life as a Detective Sergeant."
"Well, there's a scene in Williamsburg. Isabella's going to meet you there, and don't forget that the new CSI is working today," Jo said. Lindsay nodded and swiped a set of keys to the Avalanche, plus Jo's sticky note to the scene.
It turned out she was the first CSI to arrive on scene.
"Aw, I'm Tony Montana without Vito Corleone," she commented as she looked at the body. It was hers and Isabella's inside joke to call each other by movies with Al Pacino in it, a play on Isabella Flack's maiden name, 'Pacino'. Since Lindsay hailed from Montana, she became Tony Montana. Since Isabella had Mafia ties, she became Vito Corleone, despite the fact that Al Pacino hadn't played that character.
"For now, we have John Doe until we get an official ID," Officer Ariel replied. Lindsay bent down next to the body, opening her kit.
"Hey, Tony Montana," Isabella said, her Southern drawl calling attention to those around her. Lindsay smiled at her nickname and turned her attention to the North Carolina native.
"Hey, it's Vito Corleone," she greeted her. Isabella set down her kit, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"How'd Danny go off on his first day of school?" she joked as she opened it. Her strange blue-flame eyes were dancing with mirth as she looked at Lindsay over her shoulder.
"He did fine, but he called me every other hour to say that he missed working with us and to tell you not to corrupt me," Lindsay answered as she stood up. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused the two women to turn their heads. This must be the new CSI.
He was medium height and medium build, with light brown hair and glasses on his face. He wore a pair of khaki slacks and a coral pink polo shirt, looking more like a golfer than a cop. Lindsay surveyed her own attire; a button-up white blouse and black jeans. Professional, yet comfortable and stylish. This guy looked fresh from the country club.
"Hey, I'm Carter Sanders, the new CSI," he said. Isabella stripped off a glove to extend a hand to him.
"Isabella Flack," she introduced herself. When Carter didn't respond, Isabella let her hand drop.
"Ah, yes. I've seen your résumé, Miss Flack, and I look forward to working with you," he said. Lindsay watched silently as Isabella's eyes narrowed.
"It's Mrs," she snapped, clearly annoyed. She hated being called 'Miss'. In her words: "I'm married, by God! Call me Mrs!"
Carter smirked, but gave no apology as he turned his attention to the body. Lindsay squirmed a bit as his eyes, a doe brown, came to rest on her. It was an unpleasant, eerie feeling, that was for sure.
"That's Lindsay Messer," Isabella's voice caused Carter's head to turn and Lindsay fought a smile of triumph, but settled for a low chuckle. Leave it to the feisty Southerner to have her back. The sound of Flack's voice caused all three heads to turn.
"The victim's name is Ivan Popov, and he is forty years old," Flack's thick Queens accent caused Isabella's smile to grow as her husband came into view. Six years together off and on, married for three years, and the man still had that woman smiling like a silly schoolgirl.
"Who found him?" Isabella asked, her tone quiet.
"One of the maintenance workers," he replied. His stormy blue eyes rested on Carter, but he said nothing. Lindsay continued her way of processing as she stepped lightly around crates to find a way of exit. She could hear Isabella's annoyance at the new guy and shook her head. Isabella wasn't one to greet change with wide open arms.
The sound of her phone ringing caught her attention, as Shania Twain's "You're Still The One" chimed through the air. It was Danny, of course. She answered her phone with a smile.
"Wow, two hours passed already?" she joked as she cradled the phone between her shoulder and her cheek.
"You're not supposed to talk on the phone while you work, Detective Messer," Carter Sanders' voice caused her to jump.
"Sounds like a real winner," Danny commented. Lindsay adjusted her phone to her other side, ignoring Carter.
"Yo, back off, she's talking to her husband!" Isabella hollered across the warehouse. Danny's laugh nearly caused Lindsay to drop her phone.
"Tell Isabella thanks," he said.
"I'll inform Detective Taylor," Carter threatened. Lindsay sighed deeply.
"Danny says thanks, Izzy!" she called. "I'd better go, babe. Don't wanna get in trouble on my first case by myself, you know, without you here."
"Tell Danny I said to play nice with the other kids!" Isabella called. Lindsay chuckled.
"Iz says to play nice with the other kids," she informed him.
"Alright, Linds, I love you," Danny said. She smiled to herself.
"I love you too," she replied, hanging up the phone. Isabella stood a mere two feet away from Carter, her blue eyes blazing.
"Look here, bucko, I know you're new here and all, but we got a code that we live by, called respect. I'm gonna let it slide 'cause you're new, but don't expect me to be so gracious next time, 'cause I won't. You talk to Lindsay like that ever, let alone while she's on the phone with her husband, who was just promoted to Detective Sergeant, I will make your life a living hell, bro," she told him, poking him in the chest with each word. Lindsay touched the younger woman on the arm, patting it.
"It's okay, Isabella, Danny just wanted to check in. The timing wasn't perfect, but it's okay," she told her. She nearly lost her self-control as Isabella did the "I'm-watching-you" gesture to Carter.