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A/N: I did it! An update in under a week! I think. Yay, now on with the show:

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: : DANCING WITH THE FISHES : :

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Danny pulled a blue shirt over his wife beater and began to button it while looking around the floral room for his shoes. His girlfriend Cindy sat up in her bed holding the thin once crisp sheet to her bare chest. "Where you going Danny?" She asked in a whiny sort of voice.

"I got called into work." He said leaning over and pecking her on the lips. He had spent the night before at her place, and it. Was. Awesome. To say the least. The woman had obviously been around the block a time or two, but he wasn't worried.

"Okay, but do me a favor and see about getting Saturday off." She requested.

"Why, what's Saturday?" Danny asked pulling on his jacket. He really couldn't place any major holiday, and her birthday was months away. He had the day off, so that wasn't a problem, but, what was Saturday?

"I told you last night, it's David's Bar Mitzvah."

"Who's David?" Danny asked looking for more clarification. Cindy had said A LOT last night, and most of it blended together. She talked a lot, and quite quickly at that, he could keep up, but it was just exhausting.

"My boss's son. You have to be there." She whined.

"Why do I have to be there?" Danny asked careful not to upset her.

"Daaaa…..nnnnn…eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." Danny told her. He was running late, he was suppose to meet Hawkes in the Bronx in 15 minutes, and did not have time to get into too deep a discussion on this. She didn't know he had the day off, he could decide if he wanted to go or not.

"Thank ya Danny." She sing songed as he left the bedroom then the apartment. He had cringed. They had been dating all of 3 weeks and here he was getting paraded around bar mitzvahs, these better be few and far between.

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"Hey Lindsay." Mac called from the sleek kitchen of his uptown apartment where he sat finishing his morning paper. The man kept up to date with the news, he had two papers delivered daily.

"Yea Mac?" Lindsay asked flipping her hair out of the collar of the t-shirt she just pulled on before walking into her boss's kitchen. "What's up?" She asked pulling a yogurt out of the fridge for breakfast, she was technically on call today, and was ready to head out to Tarrytown for the rest of her things. Her new apartment/room, would be empty in a few hours.

"Can you do me a favor, I just got a call from dispatch, a scene on the tram." Mac asked, he knew she had plans to move, but he really needed another set of hands.

"Sure, who am I working with?" She asked, before taking a spoonful of yogurt into her mouth. The tram, it was the only function commuter tram in the country. It may be a fun case.

"At the moment solo." Mac's eyes crinkled when Lindsay's eyes got real big. Solo could either be really good or really bad. At this stage in her career it was good, it meant that she could show off her talents, later in life it just meant more work.

"Solo? Really?" Lindsay asked; this would be her first solo case in New York, who cares if she was suppose to move today.

"Yea, really." Mac laughed. His girl from Montana had been good so far, if she could handle a solo case it was set in stone, not that it wasn't already. Lindsay Monroe was handling quite well so far, and he had looked, there weren't many good CSI's out there, and he wasn't about to look again.

"Alright, I'm on it." Lindsay said downing the rest of her yogurt and hurrying into Mac's guest room to grab the rest of her stuff. Mac chuckled. She was eager to prove herself. He folded his paper back up and rinsed out his cereal bowl when a knock came on the door.

"It's open." He called, knowing it was probably Stella ready to head back to the lab. The curly haired brunette let herself in, her heels clicked on the hardwood floors of the apartment counting the steps until her arrival.

"Now, how would you know who it was, I know for a fact that you never installed a video surveillance system." Stella asked leaning up against the countertop.

"I'm just that good." Mac gloated while he clipped on his badge.

"Mac, what side of the tram line am I going to?" Lindsay asked pulling her jacket on. She stopped dead when she walked into the kitchen to see Stella standing there with an amused look on her face. She hit Mac in the arm.

"Mac, this is why you hired her!" Stella cried. "So you could get a little somethin somethin."

"Stella. It's not like….." Lindsay began but was cut off.

"Yea, yea save it." Stella said sounding more than a little pissed off, but she couldn't hold her amusement, and began laughing. "Don't worry about it kiddo, I know he just put you up." Stella smiled Lindsay nodded and had just opened her motuth to speak, but Stella cut in first. "And the boys won't find out." Stella assured her, she knew. Stella was the butt of most of the Mac has an actual social life jokes. She could only imagine what poor Lindsay would go through if say Flack and Danny found out. Danny was still warming up to her, and Flack, well, Flack's an instigator.

"Thanks Stella."

"No problem kiddo, so how long you here for?"

"Oh, last night was it, my new place is free as of 1pm." Lindsay replied.

"You work today and are moving?" Stella asked curiously. That was a lot to bite off in one day.

"Well, I don't actually have that much to move today. I'm starting fresh, just have clothes, and a few things from Bozeman." Lindsay moved to fill up a coffee cup. "Well, I gotta get going."

"Hey, Linds, keep me updated on the case."

"Yea Mac. See ya later." Lindsay nodded. She was so going to rock this case.

"She's ambitious." Stella observed watching the new csi leave the apartment.

"Yea, think I made a good decision in bringing her here?" Mac asked looking for Stella's thoughts on the girl.

"I want to say yes, but I'm going to hold off and see how she does flying solo first."

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"Hey Danny, what's with the look?" Hawkes asked when Danny walked up to the crime scene tape.

"What look?" Danny asked, okay, yea he was still thinking about Cindy's request. Why did he have to go, he had never met her boss, he had never met her parents, co workers, just one friend, they had been out a handful of times, and slept together just a few times. Sure, when he slept with a girl it usually put her in girlfriend position; he wasn't one to sleep around despite what the female lab techs would say. But wasn't it quick. Granted he had NEVER taken a girl home to meet his Ma, and only a few ever met the team, and that was usually Flack for a beer and pool.

"You look like the morning is off to a questionable start." Hawkes clarified.

"Eh, it's my girlfriend, she wants me to go, actually says I HAVE TO GO to a bar mitzvah with her." Danny vented slightly, another guys opinion would be good on this one

"So go." There it was: do what makes the girlfriend happy, maybe he'll even get lucky.

"I probably will, but I just don't see why I HAVE to go, it's her boss' kid's bar mitzvah. How does that concern me?"

"So two weeks out of your Saturday is a deal breaker?" Hawkes asked thinking maybe he understood now where that player rep came from.

"Hey, I'm not the bad guy here. It's been 3 weeks. Whoa, looks like our friend here had a rough night. He's foul, that's worse than dead….

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Lindsay walked down the hall, her suitcases rolled behind her. 6b, 6c, 6d, 6e. Here it was 6e, here new home. She knocked half of a tune, the other half followed from the other side of the door followed by the clicking of locks. It swung open to reveal a smiling Jenna.

"Well, it took you long enough roomie." She chastised playfully.

"Hey, not my fault a bitter woman had her brother kill her husband." Lindsay said dropping her bags next to the door.

"Oh, sounds like a good movie, needs more plot though." Jenna joked before tossing herself at her friend and hugging her.

"She tricked her brother, made him think the husband was beating her. If that makes it any better." Lindsay laughed stepping out of the hug.

"Ooo, okay, I'll throw that to a screenwriting friend and let them have their way with it" Lindsay laughed. Yea they'd be going to see that one day too. Ever since her first laughable murder case Jenna had been sending the plot to her screenwriter friend…there was no screen writer friend. "So you ready to move in!" Jenna squeaked and hopped slightly in excitement.

"Jen, why else would I have my bags?"

"Oh, I don't know, donating them to me?"

"Keep dreaming." Lindsay laughed. Knowing Jenna, clothes would be shared. A lot. "So where's my room?"

"Your room, is right through here." Jenna directed taking one of Lindsay's rolling bags and pulling it with her into the hallway and to the first room across from the kitchen. It was a small bedroom in painted a sandy color with a single window looking out onto the New York, well Queens, street below, and a small closet. "It's not much, but its home." Jenna said crossing her arms and leaning against the wall while Lindsay hauled one of her bags onto the full size bed that was left behind. She sat down next her bag on the bed and looked around.

"I think I'm going to like it here." Lindsay grinned, this was it, she was finally home.

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"I smell vanilla." Mac said suddenly breaking the pleasant silence of the break room. Everyone looked up at the big boss, but most shrugged it off. Stella chuckled.

"You know you're her bitch now." She said with a shit-eating grin.

"I'm who's what now?" Mac asked he continued to sniff. "It smells good."

"All I smell is decomposing fish." She said wrinkling up her nose. "and you are Lindsay's bitch." She reached over and grabbed a napkin, and like a mother would do to a dirty petulant child swiped the left over goo off of his top lip that remained from Lindsay's little experiment. "the girl is good though, I didn't see the conspiracy coming. I think we'll keep her."

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Hope you enjoyed. =) more coming soon. 3 Gigi