Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own CSI NY nor do I own the characters.

Chapter One.

Danny walked into the smoky bar with his arm wrapped around the blonde girl walking along side him. As she stepped in front of him to walk to a table he couldn't help but admire the view. She had a lovely ass that she was showing off perfectly in a tight mini skirt, she wasn't all that blessed up top but he could live with that. Sliding into a booth next to her he called a waiter over. After ordering a beer for himself and a vodka strawberry surprise (what was the surprise in that?) for her, he flashed her one of his most dashing smiles. "So, Sarah, tell me what do you do?"

The blonde flipped her long straight hair over her shoulder and shifted in her seat. "Well I walk dogs at the weekend and I volunteer at an old folks home during the week!" Danny raised one eyebrow and nodded trying to look interested.

"Cool. Sounds…interesting."

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, they are really nice, the people not the dogs!" She snorted with laughter and then quietened down when her drink arrived, Danny took a long gulp of his beer and hoped that the shag later on would be worth this

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Lindsay stood in the wings, running a finger through her curls she smiled as she felt the adrenaline run through her veins. George stepped onto the stage to introduce her and she tapped her foot anxiously.

"Ladies and Gentleman, let me welcome you here tonight. For your entertainment tonight we have a long line of talent but first let me introduce one of our regular little starlets, please put your hands together for Miss Lindsay Monroe!" He stepped back and clapped as she walked on stage.

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Danny's head shot up, Lindsay Monroe? No that can't be right, must be a different girl. Yet his mouth fell open as he stared in awe as his Montana walked onto the stage confidently. He couldn't help but gawp she looked gorgeous. She was wearing blue jeans with knee high black boots, and an off the shoulder black top. Her lightly brown hair was in ringlets and her make up more daring than anything she wore to work. He was surprised to see her stroll up to the microphone in front of her with no fear, she opened her mouth and he was no longer in any doubt that it was his Lindsay Monroe.

"Good Evening. The song I'm going to sing tonight is one of my favourites, I heard it along time ago and I'd like to dedicate it to an old flame that unfortunately suffered the same fate as the guy in the song. " She chuckled before stepping back and nodding to the band that were gathered on stage. They began a riff and she swayed her hips and stepped back up to the microphone, opening her mouth she began to sing, her soft yet harsh voice filling the air.

"Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp, and she's probably getting frisky...
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know...
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."

Danny laughed at the lyrics and glanced at the strawberry concoction his date was drinking, he would bet his last dollar that Lindsay could shoot whiskey.

"Right now, she's probably up singing some
white-trash version of Shania karaoke..
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo...
And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."

He shook his head in disbelief, he found it difficult to believe that Montana could do that; she wasn't the type of girl. Sure if someone cheated on her he would think she would be angry, but revenge. She wasn't like that. Was she?

"I might saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats...
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
Ohh... not on me...
Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Ohh.. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...
Ohh... before he cheats..."

Was this really Lindsay Monroe? The same Lindsay Monroe who had told him today that she was going home for a quiet evening with her TV? He couldn't help chuckling again. Lindsay? Nah! The voice was far too raw, this girl had talent. Now he wasn't saying Lindsay didn't have talent, but hers was in other areas, singing wasn't one of them, he was pretty sure. Yet as she finished the song she glanced around the room and her eyes caught his. He saw her eyes widen slightly and shock flitted onto her face, yes this was definitely his Montana. What a surprise.

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Lindsay finished singing with her heart racing, as she surveyed the room she felt her heart pace quicken even more as her eyes fell onto Danny Messer sitting not too far from the stage. Mentally cursing she turned back to microphone and smiled sweetly at the audience.

"Well that's it for now." There was groaning in the audience and she held her hand up. "Alright, alright. I promise I'll come back on later but right now I gotta get a drink!" She grinned and then turned and walked off stage. Once she was out of the light of the stage she ran straight down to the bathrooms, which acted as a dressing room. Running her hand through her hair nervously she stared at herself in the mirror. Fumbling in her bag she robotically took out her lipstick and reapplied a layer and then did her eyeliner, she stood back and looked at herself. She hadn't even realised she has been reapplying, what was she doing? Placing her hand on her forehead she groaned and wondered what to do. Hearing footsteps coming toward the bathroom she stood up and walked into a cubicle hiding herself from anyone who came in.

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Danny shook his head half laughing, he wondered if anyone else back at the lab knew about Lindsay's dirty little secret. The hyena laugh from somewhere towards his left reminded him that his date was still there, he turned toward her and questioned her laugh.

"Oh I'm just laughing. That girl was good, bit too country for me but she was alright." Danny nodded and smiled.

"Yeah she was," He was cut off again by her laugh.

"Shame about her hair though, I mean does she even know the word straighteners? Talk about a frizz ball!" She laughed again and Danny stood up. "Oh, are we getting another drink? I haven't finished this one yet."

He shook his head, his insides seething. "Nah, sorry Sarah I just don't think this is going to work out, let me call you a cab."

Sarah stood up haughtily, placing her drink down on the table in front of her delicately; she put her hand up towards Danny. "Don't bother! I can find my way home alright I don't need some, some, some loser to help me!" Danny almost laughed as she struggled to find a word for him but held it in and watched her leave the bar with a strut.

Clapping his hands together he headed over towards where there was a wooden staircase leading downwards and a neon light overhead signalling the toilets were down there. Walking down there he passed the old man who had introduced Montana onto the stage, flashing his badge that he always had on him, he asked where she would be. The old man shook his head.

"Sorry sir, you just missed her, she wasn't feeling all that good. She's gone home." Danny sighed and nodded before turning and heading back up the stairs and out of the bar. After a minute or two Lindsay popped her head out of the ladies toilets.

"Has he gone George?"

"Yeah he's gone Lindsay."

She came out of the toilets fully, her suede jacket already on and fastened up. "Thanks for that."

"No problem, I wont have anyone bothering our Lindsay." She laughed and he kissed her cheek. "Go on, get home and have some rest, you look worn out." She nodded and exited using the back door and called herself a cab.

Sitting in the back of the cab she rested her head against the seat and sighed, she had managed to avoid him tonight, but there was no way she was going to be able to avoid him tomorrow. Closing her eyes she decided to worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Ok thats chapter one. This is my first CSI NY story so if anyone has any ideas or thoughts please feel free to let me know.

And of course, REVIEWS, are always welcome:D

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