Ciao,

Took me a while I know, but now I've got a few days of doing nothing before moving house, so thought I'd better get to work on this.

Disclaimer: (I liked the old one too much so now I'm going to keep it) SHANE CASEY WOULD BE DEAD IF I OWNED CSI NOT TRYING TO KILLY LUCY, DANY OR LINDSEY!

And with that, here we go:

Arriving late on your first day usually isn't the best of places to start. Arriving late, with a drenched muddy foot and a hang over, pretty much made the day ruined before it even began. In a desperate bid to arrive at a seemingly reasonable time, Jess found herself running into a head on collision with someone- someone who happened to be her new boss.

"Hi, I'm Mac- haven't seen your face around before?" He seemed friendly enough, and although Jess wasn't really in the mood for pleasantries she decided to try and put her best foot forward, namely the dry one.

"Yeah, hi! I'm Jess, Jessica Angell, this is my first day, and… well I'm sort of lost…" A little embarrassed by having to admit it, she glanced down at her feet and awkwardly fumbled with her bag, hoping he'd offer directions. He didn't.

"Welcome to the team Jessica, I'm Mac Taylor, this is my office and you'll be working with me and my labs. Find your desk and then get to it- we've got a busy day ahead." With that said, he then walked off, leaving a much disorientated and rather un-amused Jess behind.

Just as she was about to find a reception to speak to, another person appeared by her side. A reasonably experienced looking woman with frizzy blonde hair and a dead set face, she seemed to radiate confidence and skill. The perfect person to ask. "Hi, um, excuse me? I'm Jess, I'm new here and I just met someone called… Mac Taylor? Anyway, he told me to find my desk and I've no idea where it is. Could you help me out?" The woman smiled and she felt instantly reassured.

"Sure, you must be Jessica Angell?" Jess nodded as she hurried behind her, the woman's long strides proving difficult to keep up with. "I'm Stella, turns out you weren't too far off, it's just over there," She gestured to a stack of desks and to one in particular which was faced away from the main crowd. "You'll be meeting your partner tomorrow, he's not in today," She said it with a twinkle in her eye, as if she knew something Jess obviously didn't. It didn't help the first day nerves- that was for sure.

"Thanks for showing me here, what am I expected to do? I mean, today?"

"Oh, don't worry, we'll find you a stack of paper work to keep you occupied!" It was said with a smile and Stella seemed nice enough. Jess even though about laughing it off, that was of course until she saw the huge stack on another desk and began to feel a rising sense of dread. Deciding to simply grin and bear it she glanced over at her own, slightly smaller pile, and began to work her way through it.

Danny Messer was bored and that could only mean one thing- trouble. Don and Sheldon worked their arses off to the situation and keep him entertained, however there was only so much two guys could do.

"That's it, come on! If we don't get out of here in 5 minutes I'm gonna explode or something!" Danny half yelled over the noise of the re-run hockey game on TV. The game was not only old, but with no team any of them supported. To be fair to Danny, they were all pretty bored.

"So where we gonna go? If you hadn't noticed, it's kinda raining outside," Sheldon replied, flicking through TV channels with a haste that made them simply flashes of light. Don stretched as he clambered of the couch, turning back to look at his sombre faced friends.

"No, Danno's right. We could head over to Sullivan's or something, it's got to be better then staying in here," Heading to the local bar was something of a ritual for them, mentioning it caused Danny to spring up from his slouched position and virtually run for the door. It wasn't a secret he'd lately been seeing a busty blonde bartender there, his actions only causing his friends to laugh though.

"Let's go! Come on, you're both so slow," Don flicked the lights off and they all headed down the stairs, Don and Danny talking eagerly. Sheldon wasn't particularly fond of going out and drinking, however Don was his cousin and he'd been friends with Danny longer then he could remember. He got on with them well, when there wasn't violence involved.

Once they were into the car park, Don grabbed his Jag's car keys and opened the car, sliding into the leather seat he adored. Don loved his car; it was a well known fact that he loved his car more than most of his ex girlfriends.

"Hey guys, have you ever noticed we're kind of like the Three Amigos?" Danny piped up from the back, causing both Sheldon and Don to exchange curious glances.

"Alright, I'll bite. How?" Sheldon asked, drumming his fingers against the dashboard and waiting for the inevitable stupid comment which would make him laugh. He wasn't disappointed.

"Well, you see, I get all the pretty girls and-" Danny was cut off by the sound of Sheldon's hysterical laughter.

"Get all the girls," Sheldon repeated in a slighter higher voice before he was overtaken by laughter once more. Don smirked as he watched Danny frown and grumble, turning to look out the window onto the grey streets of New York.

Not long later, they were all settled into the bar, appreciating the warm welcome and enjoying the first of a few pints.

"Man I didn't even know I was this thirsty," Danny commented as he drank down his second pint, looking around the bar to try and catch his favourite bartender's eyes. What he found instead worried him more then pleased. "Shit guys, we've got Angells at one o'clock," Just as Don was about to tell him to let it go for the night, Shelley the lovely blonde Danny had his eye on, began flirting back to one of the gang members.

Unfortunately, before Don and Sheldon could calm Danny down, Frankie Angell began sauntering over to them.

"Well looky here. You boys met Shelley before?" He asked, grinning as he noticed just how fuming Danny was. "I didn't know you boys liked to come here too," At that, Don rolled his eyes, much to the annoyance of the eldest Angell brother. "Something bothering you Flacky?"

"No," Don responded bluntly and went to take another sip of his beer before Frankie pushed him hard into the bar.

"You think I'm funny huh Flack?" Frankie demanded roughly as one of the gang pushed Danny back. People around them started to stare and the commotion that was coming and the owner of the bar started to call the police. He knew it was going to be another feud fight and frankly he couldn't afford to pay the damage of yet another one.

Before the man could run for cover, an Angell pulled a gun from his belt and began firing wildly. In panic, people scattered for exits, pushing and screaming. In the mass of the crowd, Sheldon tried to do his best to help various small wounds, but even his doctor training couldn't do much. Sirens filled the air and the Angell boys began running, eager to flee the scene. Don also knew they couldn't be found at the scene of the crime.

"This isn't over," Frankie yelled from somewhere near the back of the car park just as Don closed the driver's door and slammed the car into reverse, pulling the car out of the car park quickly.

After dropping the others back, he finally made his way home. Don opened the door to find his sister sat huddled on the coach watching the news.

"Four victims were found at Sullivan's bar only thirty minutes ago by New York's police department. It is believed that the Angell and Flack families are to blame for this once more. Chief Sinclair has offered this threat to try and make up the pain the victim's families must be going through. He clearly said that if one more incident happens and it comes down to being either families fault, they will be arrested and detained."

Sam turned and looked up at her brother sighing.

"Donny how could you get involved in this?" She murmured quietly and turned back to the TV screen. Don simply didn't have anything to say- what was there to say? So instead climbed the stairs and walked into his bedroom door before falling down onto the soft bed. There was going to be trouble ahead.