Disclaimer: I only own Samantha Parker. CSI:NY unfortuantly isn't mine. I hope you like!!

Ships so far declared: Mac/Sam Danny/Sam(friendship) Flack/Angell

I hop you like, this is my first fic, so review and tell me what i can do to make it better! Or if i should even continue.

He hated when he was off. It sucked not having a life, and the days he had off were reminders of how pathetic he really was. He had no life, that was for sure. He could never sleep, and when he did it was only an hour or two at a time. He woke up at 5 in the morning, which was a late start for him, and he went for a three mile run. When he came home his lungs felt like they were about to burst. He hadn't run in a week since his last day off, and it killed after the second mile, but he didn't quit. He knew he needed to finish what he had said he was going to do.

Once he showered and ate a decent breakfast, he decided to head to the bookstore just two blocks from his house. He hadn't been in a while and he wanted to read something to pass his time. He picked out a book and paid for it, then headed to the coffee shop across the street.

Claire and him would come on the rare Sunday mornings he was off and sip coffee and catch up on their lives. Now he came on the Saturdays he was off to read, or sometimes just sit and think. He rarely saw anyone in there, considering Starbucks was a block over. He went to sit in his normal seat when he noticed a woman who was buried under a book. Her brown wavy hair was loosely pulled back in a ponytail. Her bangs were cut to angle on the right side of her face, and a pair of black square framed glasses sat on her eyes. She was wearing a blue sweatshirt that read UCLA in gold letters, and a pair of jeans.

Mac sat at the booth behind her and watched her as she scribbled in the margins of the book, and scrunch her face at parts she didn't like.

An hour went by and she finally noticed someone staring at her. "Uhmm, is there a problem?" She asked, setting the book down. She pulled her glasses off and folded them beside her book, then she looked back at Mac.

"What are you reading?"

"A mystery novel," she said.

"I hate them."

"Me too," she grumbled.

"Why are you reading it then?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"It's my job," she grumbled. She went to take a sip of her coffee, but spit it back out and sighed. It was too cold

Mac smiled at her and then asked if he could buy another for her. She sat for a second, contemplating his offer, and then finally agreed.

He handed her the coffee and sat down in the booth, across from her.

"Samantha Parker," she smiled.

"Mac Taylor," he replied, holding his hand out. She shook his hand, and he blushed when he felt the warmth of her flesh touch his.

He watched her heck her phone and then suddenly felt an awkward silence. Samantha looked him up and down and then realized by the serious look on his face that he probably wasn't much of a talker.

"So Mac Taylor, why were you staring at me?" She asked him.

"I didn't mean to," he blushed. He glanced at her book and then smiled. "So what exactly is your job?"

"Well, I'm an editor part-time."

"And the other part?"

"Mmm, read books to help me edit better."

"I'm a detective," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"That's exciting." She closed her book and set it in her purse. "I thought you were going to say like Math teacher or something."

"Why's that?"

"You look boring."

He let out a chuckle, re-calling two peculiar women who had told him that before. Stella Bonasera was always on his back about being more exciting, and Claire Conrad Taylor had told him the day he met her that he needed to learn to have fun.

"I've been told that." He said, nodding his head.

She smiled at him and then looked down at her fingernails, which were currently painted black. She hadn't talked to a guy in a while, let alone had she been attracted to one. Talking to someone new frightened her. She wasn't always like that however; she used to be able to introduce herself to anyone. When she was younger she gave her trust to everyone. She loved everyone, and she did anything for the people in her life. She would do anything for the strangers she came across too, but she learned the hard way. She knew not to trust anyone but yourself. That she should deceive anyone that came into her life, and she shouldn't ever fall in love. Because giving up your heart, or your trust, and having someone break it was more painful than anything else in the world.

She found it ironic that she had been so strong before. She could take a hit to the face by a softball going 60 miles an hour, she could take a punch to her gut, she knew how to fight. She had scars to prove she wasn't easily broken. She was tough when it came to sports, to pain, anything but men. When it came to men she was weak. She didn't know when they were telling the truth, when they were lying, who they were, or even if they wanted anything out of her. She didn't know when a guy liked her, or when one hated her. When they thought she was beautiful, or when they classified her as their "little sister."

"But like editing books is exciting," Mac Taylor joked, jerking Samantha from her train of thoughts.

"It's not," she giggled. "But I do more exciting things with al my time off."

"Such as?" Mac raised his eyebrows at her.

"Things that are too sensitive for your ears to hear," she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Mac blushed at the thought that came to his mind when she said that.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mac Taylor."

He shook his head and smiled at her. He had to remind himself to smile sometimes. It was like he forced himself to look happy even though inside, he wasn't. And he was a pretty good actor, if he had to say so himself. The only person who wasn't ever fooled by his fake smiles, and corny laughs was Stella Bonasera.

He was actually interested in another woman. Peyton, he thought, was beautiful, but he never actually wanted to be in love with her. He loved her but he was never in love with her. He loved her because she pulled him out of his shell and helped him realize there was more to it than just mourning Claire. When Peyton and him first dated she had initiated the first move. She was the one to say she was interested, the one to ask him on a date, the one to kiss him, and the one to push him on the bed and take off all of his clothes.

It hadn't been the same way with Claire. Claire had told him she was interested in him, and he nodded his head before he sat silently. Claire hated that he didn't speak with words, because she was so talkative. And she was about to tell him to say something when he kissed her. And from then on he was the first to say he loved her, and the first to ask her to move in.

Mac Taylor was shy, and everybody knew it.

Samantha Parker bit her lip as she sat next to Danny Messer at a table in a huge open room. A ballroom. She had no idea how he got her to go, but there she was, sitting with him surrounded by hundreds of cops and firefighters. She was wearing a red dress that hugged every curve on her body. It was strapless, which made her boobs look even bigger than they were. The dress fit tightly around her ass and ended just above her knees at an angle. She was wearing a pair of black high heels, which made her taller than Danny, and her hair was in loose curls that fell down her back. She wore a white gold ring on her right ring finger that had a ruby stone in the middle, and a ruby stoned necklace shaped as a heart. Her earrings that were white gold with diamond accents.

Danny had silently cursed to himself when he picked her up at her apartment. He had begged her to come, and now that she was there he wanted her to leave. He didn't want anyone hitting on her.

"Mac!" Danny said in his Staten Island accent. He stood up and hurried over to Mac.

"Hey Danny," Mac said, as Lindsay Monroe followed them to the table.

"Lindsay Monroe, Mac Taylor, this is my friend Samantha Parker," Danny beamed, sitting back down next to his sister.

Sam and Mac both blushed. The last time Mac saw Sam was last Saturday after they met at the coffee shop. They had exchanged numbers, and wound up making out on a park bench before she told him she shouldn't be "doing this."

"Hi," was all Sam said. She silently cursed Danny for bringing her here. The only reason she had agreed to come was because it was in memory of 9/11.

"No one else is here yet?" Lindsay asked Danny.

"Stella is sitting with Brendan, but no one else yet."

"Which one is Chief Shithair... I mean Sinclair?" Sam smirked.

"That's a good nickname for him," Flack winked at Sam as he approached the table.

"Hey Flack," Danny said. "Don Flack Samantha Parker."

"I have a feeling we'll get along," Flack said.

"I've heard stories about you," Sam said, shaking his hand. She had to admit he looked damn good in a tux. "Didn't you like save Danny from becoming an asshole?" She smirked.

"That's not funny," Danny whined.

"I like her," Flack chuckled, running his hand over his unshaven chin.

"Good," Sam smiled.

"Sammie is a bit of a wise-ass."

"Wonder where I get it," Sam smirked. "We've known each other since 3rd grade." She explained to the three.

"Wow, Danny could make friends in third grade?" Lindsay smiled.

"No," Sam said. "See what happened is his brother Louie hung around my brother Tommy, and they made us play together. Danny was a dork in third grade all the way up to 7th. But somehow he managed to be my best friend. I used to make him play with Barbie dolls."

"Sammie," Danny groaned.

"Nope, you called me Sammie," she smiled. "Now you're going down."

"What else do you got on him?" Mac asked, finally joining the playful conversation.

"Well Danny punched his own brother in the face one time because Louie and me dated way back when for like, how long, Danny?"

"Seven months," Danny grumbled.

"Right, seven months. And then Louie broke up with me for some little tramp and Danny punched him dead in the jaw. Look, Danny show them the bite mark."

"Bite mark?" Mac asked.

"Louie bit him right on his finger. Show 'em Danny." Danny showed the guys at the table his finger with a disgruntled sigh. "That was a damn good fight, I must say. Danny kicked Louie's ass though."

"Are you done embarrassing me yet?" Danny sighed.

"For now." She smiled.

"Linds, wanna Dance?" Danny asked.

Lindsay blushed and stood up. She followed Danny onto the dance floor and Sam smiled. "He looks happy," Sam observed as she watched him spin her in circles.

"I'll be back," Flack said, standing up. "I'm going to try and find Angell."

Mac and Sam were left alone at the table. They were sitting directly across from each other, but managed to ignore eye contact with one another.

"You and Danny aren't dating?" Mac finally asked. He hated talking first. He hated talking period.

"No. He's like a big brother."

"Big? How old are you?"

"33. Danny's the same age I just always say big brother."

"I'm…I'm 44," He whispered, picking at the tablecloth. "Is that why you took off?"

"No," she whispered. "If you didn't get the hint that I dated Louie for seven months in high school, I have a shitty life."

"But you said Danny…"

"Had a shitty life with me too. We were both the youngest in our families, and we saw the damage the Tanglewood had on our brothers, but that doesn't mean we didn't have a bad life." She explained. "We only had each other as kids."

Mac nodded his head.

"I took off because I realized something. I don't trust you, and I won't be able to."

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