Okay so I'm about to break(take time out before a sequel) my other CSI:NY story and I decided I wanted to try another one on my break from Bonds...I came up with this one not too long ago. It's a tad different, I hope. I have quite a bit of it outlined. If I can manage it I will write this and my sequel to Bonds, but I wanna see how this goes. I really wanted to post it a few chapters before Bond's took a time out so here it is.

Of course, I do NOT own any recognizable characters. I DO own Joli, Celesti, and Laura.

Très Joli in Fench means 'very pretty' and of course Joli means pretty, just an FYI. And it's pronounced Joe-Lee, not Jal-Lee...lol. Celesti mean like heavenly btw...lol. Please, let me know what you think. I'm trying a different approach this time and giving different people more spot light and different attitudes. Depending on the reviews I get, I might go ahead and write the next chapter written soon but if not...Oh well. :)

Well, enjoy, hopefully! :)

She stood outside of the building that she practically lived in for the past two years, staring at it wondering if she was really about to leave. As much as she hated going there everyday it was hard to say goodbye. It becomes habit, as it should. Getting up at 6am, going the few hundred feet from her dorm and walking inside the Warren G. Magnuson Health Sciences Building. At first it killed her to go back to the classroom. After all, she had gone three years to be an RN. Somehow, though, a resident at the hospital had convinced her to go back to school and go for a medical degree. A higher medical degree. She thought about it for a while and decided to take her chances. She was smart enough and she was still young, so why not?

Mostly, it was a reason to piss her mother off.

"You're too pretty to walk around in blue sheets of cloth and cutting into people!" her mother, Laura, exclaimed when she was told that her eldest daughter was going back to school to be a doctor. She hated when her mother said that. Just because she had looks doesn't mean she couldn't be smart too.

"Yes, well if my looks could win me a Nobel Prize or make me lots of money by not taking my clothes off or dancing in an obscene manner, I'd use my looks. But seeing as that will never happen, I'll live with cutting people open and looking at who they are on the inside." was her response, only earning a gagging noise from her younger sister, Celesti, and a glare from her mother.

"You're trying to put me in an early grave, aren't you?" her mother asked.

"Mother, dear ol' mother." she smiled sweetly and stood up. "If I wanted you in an early grave I would have done it by now."

That comment didn't go over to well and it started a whole new argument with Laura telling her that she was brainwashed by her father to go to medical school.

That was not true, though. Her father wanted only what any father would want, for her to be happy. If happy was dancing around topless at a bar pretending to be Jersey from Coyote Ugly, then so be it. That's what her father said, although he didn't wish to find out by looking at a newspaper.

That's why she loved her father. He never pressured her into doing what he wanted or what he thought was right. He was, in fact, the complete opposite of her mother. So much that her and Celesti wondered why they had married or taken so long to divorce. Their mother a was crude woman. She didn't look for love, she looked for money and an easy life.

"Jo, are you ready?" Celesti asked from behind her. She turned and looked at the younger girl and smiled.

"Yeah, I guess so." Joli sighed and picked up her bags.

"You sure you want to do this?" Celesti asked as the two walked down the walkway to the car. Celesti and Joli never really got along but they still loved each other. They enjoyed being different and liking different things. Celesti was like the Golden child, she dressed with the fashion and tried out all the new fads. Joli, on the other hand, was more conservative and at times whacky. She had been a vegetarian for as long as she could remember and was a strong environmentalist. Plain and simple; Celesti was the Barbie in Chanel and Joil was the quirky one dressed in multi colored socks. A personality she got from her father.

"I need this, CiCi." Joli whispered and set her bags down. "Mom's never going to let me be and these next two years are critical."

"I know but why do you have to move so far away?" she asked, looking at her older sister.

"It's for the best and I'll get to see dad." Joli smiled. She hadn't seen her father in nearly two years. He had taken a very short trip out to see his two girls but Laura ruined that and he left. After that she started school again and between his work schedule's and her schedule, there just wasn't enough time.

"I know but…" Celesti sighed and rubbed her face. "We've just never been apart." Joli smiled and pulled her little sister into a big hug.

"I'll miss you, too. But come on," she smiled and pulled away. "It's the 21st century. We have loads of ways to communicate and I'm only a call away."

"I know that but between that call is a whole country, Jo." Celesti reminded her.

That's one thing they blames solely on their mother, the distance. They had both been born in New York until the divorce. Laura managed to get custody and moved them out to Seattle, Washington. It killed their father but he made time to see them when they were little. As they got older they dealt with phone call and pictures but it wasn't the same.

Joli smiled and held her sister's face in her tiny hands. The main difference in the two sisters was appearance. They were both beautiful but looked completely different. Celesti had bright blonde hair and brown eyes and was only 5'3". While Joli was pushing 5'10" and had dark, chocolate brown hair and pale green eyes. Joli had very soft but defined features and Celesti's features were more full and rounded. The only thing that made people notice they were related was their smiles.

"All it takes is one call, CiCi. One call and I'll be here in a flash. I won't hesitate, you know that." Joli assured her. Celesti nodded and wiped her face.

"Well, your plane leaves soon." she whispered.

They girls piled into the car and drove in a melancholy silence to the airport. The day they both dreaded was finally here and neither one knew what to say or if they wanted to say anything at all.

Joli took in Seattle one last time as they drove along. She'd miss the sea side feel and the fresh air and calm beaches but she was excited to feel the electricity and sense of urgency that New York brought. She loved the fast paced life and she could not wait to start over.

"You know mom's freaking out, right?" Celesti chuckled from the driver's seat. Joli laughed and looked over at her.

"When does she not freak?" she countered. They laughed relishing the feeling of being together one last time. Only to have it fade as Celesti pulled up to the front of the airport.

"Seattle Tacoma International Airport." Joli read out loud. "Here goes nothing." she whispered and pulled the doorknob. They unloaded Joli's bags onto the tiny cart and rolled it to the front desk.

She was lucky she had her dad in New York or she'd be screwed. He went around and looked for an apartment for her, paid the down payment to hold it until she got there, paid for the moving van to move her furniture across the country and paid for her first class plane ticket. She wasn't sure where he got the money but he wasn't worried about spending it.

"As long as I get to see my girl." was what he said.

She hated that he paid for it all but she was happy that he offered. Her mother would have laughed at her and tell her to get a second job.

"So, this is it." Celesti whispered, swinging her arms back and forth around her. Joli bit her lip and grabbed her arms and pulled her into another hug. The girls embraced and reluctantly pulled away.

"Be safe and tell dad that I love him and I'll come visit for Christmas." the younger girl smiled. Joli nodded and kissed her head before grabbing her carry on.

"I will and you be good." she smiled and pointed a finger at her. "Stay sane." The girls laughed again and got another quick hug before Joli headed off.

She knew she shouldn't look back but she couldn't help it as she got further and further from her little sister. Joil felt guilty for leaving her here with their mother but Celesti could handle her better than Joli could. So she gave one last look to Celesti and Seattle before walking to the terminal.

"Last call for Flight 354, Seattle-Tacoma International to John F. Kennedy International. Last call Seattle to New York."

Joli hurried to make it to the stewardess in time.

"Hello, ticket please?" the red-headed lady smiled. Joli fished the ticket out of her bag and handed it to her. She pulled a piece off and pointed to the door. "Just hand this to the lovely brunette woman at the end and she'll point you to First Class."

"Thanks." Joli smiled and walked through the doorway. It was eerie looking out and being level with the planes. She shook her nerves off and calmed herself down.

"First class?" the brunette lady asked. Joil nodded and followed the lady up a small flight of stairs. She stopped at a desk and grabbed the manifest.

"Name please?" she asked.

"Joli Hammerback." she responded and watched the attendant flip through the pages and smiled.

"Looks like you have a row to yourself. Seat 14c, Miss. Hammerback." she smiled and let her through. Joli took her seat and stared out the window until she felt the plane move.

'We are now proceeding to take off. This is a non stop flight and should be arriving in The Big Apple in just over 5 hours time. So sit back and enjoy your ride.'

Joli took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This is it, this is what she's wanted to do for a long, long time and now she can do it.

"The city that never sleeps." she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep. She wasn't too sure what life awaited her in New York but she hoped and she prayed it was a better one than Seattle.

He wanted so bad to ignore the buzzing his phone made vibrating against his bed side cabinet but that was not a pleasure he had. He couldn't just say he slept late, forgot to set his alarm or call out sick like some others could. No, he was lucky enough to be a Homicide Detective for the NYPD. Didn't he luck out?

"Don't touch it." the red headed woman beside him grumbled into his neck. He rolled his eyes and moved from her grasp to reach over and answer his phone.

"Flack." he grunted. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there."

He ignored the whine from his latest squeeze and stood up to go get ready. He loved his job, he really did, but he also hated it. But dealing with dead people, druggies, and midnight phone calls did get a little stressful. Especially when that latest squeeze was constantly whining about why you had to leave a shopping trip in Manhattan to go to a beheading in the Bronx. Yes, life was interesting for Don Flack and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"When are you going to be done?" the woman asked from the other side of his bathroom door. He shook his head and rinsed the soap out of it.

"I don't know, Devon. You know how this works, it's nothing new. I'll call you when I have the time, alright?" he yelled back. He waited for another complaint but didn't get one. He finished his shower and walked out to see Devon pouting on the edge of his bed.

This was what he hated most about her and about most New York woman in general, the holier than thou my shit don't stink attitude. Devon thought that if she just pouted her batted her long eyelashes that Don would put life on hold just to appease her, but he didn't. And he never would. He doubted he would find the woman that would make him want to put everything else on hold but if he ever did he would. But Devon, she was far from that woman. Hell, she was far from being a woman. She was just a child in her mom's five inch Manolo's.

"Don't start." he groaned and grabbed his suit from the closet.

"I hate your job." she cried out and flopped back on his bed. He smirked and looked over at her while tying his tie.

"You hate job's period, Dev." She sat up and glared at him.

"Whatever." she mumbled and stomped off to the bathroom. He shook his head again and finished getting dressed. He grabbed his gun, his badge and his wallet before he walked out.

"Get rid of the attitude or be gone when I get back." he yelled banging on the bathroom door as he left.

After a stop to get a cup of coffee Don Flack arrived at the scene right outside of Central Park. He looked around and sighed. New York really was a nice city to go sight seeing but he never really got that chance anymore and when he did he found himself thinking of old crime scene.

Like, a few weeks ago he went with his sister to take his nephew to see Lady Liberty for the first time and all he could seem to think about was the day he came up here to find blood pouring down her face and a dead body at the top. He mentioned it and earned a slap from his little sister for 'thinking of something so morbid near a child.'

"Sid?" Flack asked as he crossed under the yellow tape. The older man looked up from the ground and waved slightly.

"Hello, detective. How are you this sunny New York morning?" Sid asked cheerfully. Flack gave him a weird look and grimaced when Sid stuck the liver temp needle into the stomach of the victim.

"How can you be so cheerful? There's a dead body and you just stuck a 6 inch needle in his liver, what's to be happy about?" Flack asked kneeling down next to the man. "I like to disagree when people say you get a kick out of dead people so don't prove me wrong."

"Oh no, Donald." Sid chuckled and took down the temperature. Sid was about the only one to be able to call him that and that was because Sid, as creepy as he was, was a very polite man. "Dead people do not excite me as much as one would think. Though I do find a sudden urge to-"

"Sid, please." Flack said holding his hand up. Sid nodded and continued the original conversation.

"But no, it is not the dead has arisen my happiness this morning, that would be the work of my daughter." he smiled. Flack had heard Sid talk about his daughters a few times but he never went into too much detail. Everyone knew Sid had gone through a nasty divorce and his estranged wife and mother of the girls ran off to Seattle with them. It was a sore subject when he was reminded of his girls.

"Yeah, why's that?" Flack asked standing up when the coroner did.

"She's coming home today." Sid exclaimed.

"Like visiting or staying?" Flack asked.

"Staying. She's on her way now. Last I heard from my other daughter was that she took off at about an hour ago. So she should be here shortly." Sid smiled and gathered his belongings.

"She must be something special to get you all riled up and venture out of your dark little basement and join us living in the sunlight." Flack joked. Sid laughed and nodded his head.

"Yes, she is something else."

"What's the reason though?" Flack asked. Don know better than to not ask questions, actually asking Sid questions was better because if you didn't he'd start telling the whole story and sometimes that wasn't a most pleasant conversation. You learn quick with Sid that you need to ask a specific question or you'd get way more than you wanted.

"School. She's going to SUNY Downstate Medical Center. She went to nursing school and was an RN for a year but decided to go back to medical school to be a doctor. She did the first two years in Seattle but decided to transfer here to finish." Sid smile brightly. He was glad his daughter chose to finish it here. He knew there was more reasons to it than wanting to get away from her mother but he wasn't going to press. He was just happy to have has first born back.

"That right? I take it she inherited your brains?" Flack smiled. Sid nodded his head.

"Yes, she is a bright one. So is my youngest but Joli has got the field covered." Sid smiled. Flack nodded and turned when he heard his name being called.

"Messer, 'bout time you showed up. I've been waiting." Flack smirked at the dark haired CSI.

"Don't lie. I saw your car pull up while I was getting coffee with Montana." Danny smiled. Danny and Don became instant friends when they met a few years ago at a scene. They were the same age and had the same interests; woman, beer, sports and food. That friendship went over just work chit chat but it became personal. They found themselves going to the other to talk when they needed it. Not a sappy, crying type of talk but the guy talk. Don's father had invited Danny over to the house numerous times to watch the game. His mother didn't like it too much after she found out that he had connections to Tanglewood, but Don Sr. put her in her place real quick.

"Will you stop? I think I like it better when I hate you." Lindsey groaned and joined the boys to look over the dead body.

It was a young female about 20-ish, with bright blonde hair wearing a very expensive dress. One of her four inch heels were broken and her knees were scrapped. She looked like she walked out of a runway magazine and into a bad nightmare. Don thought it was kind of ironic though. This scene showed both sides of New York; the glitter and the gutter it can put you in.

"So Sid, what do ya got for us?" Danny asked kneeling next to the body and snapping his gloves on.

"Well, liver temp is 75 so that puts her TOD about 1am." Sid said taking his gloves off and looking at Danny as he inspected the body.

"Petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes." Danny mumbled and moved the hair from her neck. "Ligatures marks around her neck-" he said and moved to see the back of her neck. "-only the front. Perp got her from behind."

"Well, one vote for strangulation." Sid nodded and put his glasses back on. "I'll see if you get the cookie when you're done here and send her to me. Good day."

Danny watched him walk away and looked up at Don.

"Do dead people excite him that much?" he asked the tall detective. Don smiled and shook his head.

"His daughter's moving home, she should be here later." Don explained. "Finishing school to be a doctor."

"Great, so if she's anything like Sid, New York just gained another loony." Danny sighed, taking a picture of the marks of the victim's neck. Lindsey paused marking the scene and looked over at him.

"If she's anything like Sid, she's smart. Which means she'll stay away from you two." she quipped and laid another yellow marker on the ground. The guys sent her an offended look and Danny stood up next to his buddy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny asked her. She stopped marking again and looked over at the with a hand on her hip.

"See my point exactly. But you know what that meant, Messer." she sighed. "A smart girl doesn't need an idiot lowering her IQ." Danny scoffed and Don smirked.

"Ahh, I see now." he nodded and rubbed his chin, looking between the two CSI's. "So that's why you've been off your game, huh Linds? Been spending so much time with Dan-O, it's left you near brain dead." Lindsey laughed and started marking again as Danny turned his glare to his friend.

It was no secret that Danny and Lindsey were an item. Granted, lately they were having a few problems but they dealt with those outside of work. Don knew about some of those problems and the main one was Ricki Sandoval but she had been gone for a few weeks now. So Danny and Lindsey were on the mend, slowly but surely. Don also knew that Danny knew he screwed up and felt bad for it, something that surprised Don. So this gave Don the perfect ammo to throw at Danny whenever he could.

"He's got jokes, I see." he grumbled and picked up his camera.

"Seriously, you guys. Why's is so bad to be smart? Would that really make her a nerd or less attractive?" Lindsey asked. "Do they intimidate you?"

"No woman, intimidates me." Don declared and sent her wink. "But I don't enjoy talking about the latest DNA revolution over beer and hot wings."

"What DNA revolution?" she asked, intrigued. Danny chuckled while Don started to walk away, leaving a very confused Lindsey.

"Never mind, Montana. Never mind." he said and walked off. Some days he hated work, some days he loved it but everyday was nothing less of exciting. Whether it be a chase through the busy streets of New York or laughing a slow day off in the lab. His job never got boring and he liked that.