Disclaimer: I obviously do not own CSI: NY. I wish I did because then Danny and Lindsay would be together already! Anyway, I do own any characters that you do not recognize. You can borrow them if you ask permission first!

A/N: Okay, guys. Y'all have been very patient with me! Thanks for that. Here is the long awaited 1st chapter of the sequel to A Time to Heal. If you haven't read that, then you might want to ready that and also the companion piece, Six Months, as what happened in those directly impacts this story. I'll tell you that this one may have long update times, since I have no idea where the story is going right now! As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D

Chapter 1.

Disturbing Dreams

Special Agent Corrine Reid was walking towards the subway. She was humming "The Adventure" by Angels and Airwaves under her breath. When she was about to start walking down the subway steps, she stopped and quickly reversed her direction to avoid the flood of panicked people running up the steps. Her gut told her something was terribly wrong, so she pulled out her gun and yelled, "FBI!"

Her yell had no affect on the panicked crowd. She saw an elderly man falter and fall to the ground and her instincts took over. Quickly she pulled the man to safety and looked at him. "Sir? Are you okay?" He nodded yes. "I'm Agent Reid from the FBI. What's going on here?"

The man looked terrified and pointed towards the subway steps. "Bomb. On the subway."

Cory's heart began to pound. Shit. This can't be good. She quickly pulled out her cell phone and called it in. "This is Special Agent Corrine Reid. I have a report of a possible bomb on the subway. Request immediate back up. Both local and federal agents." She quickly gave the other agent her location and hung up the phone.

Cory turned to the fleeing people. "FBI! I NEED EVERY ONE TO CLEAR THE STREET IMMEDIATELY! WE HAVE A POSSIBLE BOMB! CLEAR THE AREA NOW!"

Those people who had not been panicking before began to yell as they ran from the scene. Satisfied that the majority of people were going to be get out of the danger zone, she turned to help the people coming up the stairs. She saw a little girl, about five years old, crying at the top of the steps, crying for her mother. Sensing the danger the girl was in; she grabbed her and began to pull her to safety.

Just as she had grabbed the girl's arm, she felt the street rumble and reflexively turned to look down the steps. She saw a huge ball of fire making its way up the steps. She drew the child in front of her and threw both of their bodies to the ground, with herself on top of the girl to protect her.

Cory sat up in bed, a scream ripping from her throat. She gasped in great gulps of air, trying to calm her pounding heart. What the hell was that? I've never had a dream that was that realistic. It felt like I was actually was there. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on them.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of calm breathing, she was able to get control back of herself. She looked at the clock, grateful that Danny was working the night shift. It was five a.m. "Well," she said to the empty room. "I guess I should go ahead and get up. It's not like I'm going to get any more sleep tonight."

Cory started making breakfast and tried to put the nightmare out of her head. She was scrambling eggs when she heard the door open.

"Bella? What are you doing up?" Danny said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Cory turned and kissed him. "Making breakfast for you." She smiled and hoped he bought the half lie.

Danny looked into Cory's eyes. He saw something flicker in them, but didn't press her. She'll tell me when she's ready. Instead he grinned at her. "Ah. What would I do without you?"

Cory laughed, relieved that Danny wasn't going to press the issue. "You'd have any number of women making your breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

Danny scrunched up his nose. "Bella. I'm hurt!"

Cory just rolled her eyes. "Just set the table."

Danny quickly grabbed the plates and forks out of the cabinets while Cory put the food on the table. They ate quickly and once done, Danny cleaned the kitchen while Cory went to get ready for work.

While in the shower, Cory fought back the images that the nightmare had invoked. She wanted to let the images slowly simmer in her subconscious so that she could make some sense of the dream. It was while she was fixing her hair that she realized she had been wearing heavy clothes in the nightmare. She also realized that there had been snow on the street. Huh. Why would I dream about winter? Cory pondered that thought while she grabbed her briefcase.

"Danny? Cherie? I'm leaving for work now! I'll see you later."

"Ciao, Bella." Danny walked out of their bedroom and gave her a good-bye kiss. "Stay safe and have a good day. Ti amo."

"I love you, too. I'll see you later tonight. Do you have to work?"

"I'm on call."

"Okay. Bye!"

(FBI Headquarters)

Cory walked into FBI headquarters in a somber mood. She was still thinking about the nightmare.

"Hey Cory!" Andrew called to her. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not hear him.

"Cory? Yo! Cory!"

Cory shook her head. "Sorry, Andrew. I was lost in thought. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to say hi." Andrew winked at her.

Cory laughed and rolled her eyes. "Hi. I'm taken."

Andrew put his hand over his heart and sighed dramatically. "You've broken my heart! Tell ya what. If that man of yours ever breaks your heart. Let me know. I'll take care of him for you."

Cory laughed. "Whatever. See ya later." She smiled as she walked away. Her conversation with Andrew was a morning ritual that always brought a smile to her face. She was still smiling as she walked into her office. Her smile faded as the dream came rushing back in. This was how Lydia found her.

"Cory? You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just thinking about a dream I had last night. Trying to figure out what it might mean."

Lydia smiled. She loved to interpret dreams. "Tell Madam Lydia all about it and we can piece together what your subconscious is trying to tell you," she said in a mysterious voice.

Cory looked at her, her frown not fading. "I'm not sure. It was really weird."

Lydia grew concerned at Cory's somber mood. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Cory shook her head. "I'm fine…" She was interrupted by the phone ringing. "Reid?" Hold on a moment." Cory put the call on hold. "Lydia? I need to take this call. I'll think about what you said."

Lydia nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.

(Cory and Danny's apartment)

Danny woke up a little after noon. He stretched, letting his mind rest for a little bit. He was still puzzled by Cory's odd behavior. He was thinking of ways that he could get her to open up to him, without pressing her too much. His cell phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

"Messer. Yeah, Mac. I'll be there in thirty minutes." Sighing, he got out of bed and got ready to go to work.

(Crime Scene)

Danny strode towards Mac, his case in hand. "Whadda ya got?"

Mac looked up from the dead body. "Female Caucasian, approximately twenty years old. Single gunshot wound to the back. Large blood pool suggests that this is our primary crime scene. I want you on photos. Hawkes is going to cover the body. I'm looking for trace."

Danny grabbed his camera and began to photograph the living room of the small apartment. "Hey, Mac! When are Montana and Flack going to get back from their honeymoon? I'm tired of workin' doubles."

Mac chuckled. "They've been gone less than a week, Danny. Suck it up. We're all working doubles with them gone."

Danny smiled. "Gotcha." He bent over, concentrating on the blood pool. "Mac? Has anyone moved the body?"

"No. Why?"

"For some reason it looks unusual to me."

"What's unusual?" Hawkes asked from the door.

Danny glanced up. "This blood pool. There's something off about it. I just can't put my finger on it."

Hawkes walked over and looked at the blood pool. He studied it carefully, and then stuck his finger in it. He brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed it. "This isn't blood. No metallic smell to it. It smells like corn syrup. This is like the stuff that they use in movies to simulate blood."

"Huh. So this crime scene was staged? Then this isn't our primary crime scene." Danny turned to look at Mac. "We still need to find our primary scene. Hawkes? Can you tell when the body was moved?"

Hawkes studied the body some more and then took her liver temperature. "Her liver temperature is 80.4 degrees. She's been dead approximately twelve hours. Her body must have been moved after rigor mortis set in. I'll have Sid check to see where the blood became fixed to see if she died in this position. He can also help to determine a more exact TOD when he does the autopsy."

"Well. This does explain the lack of trace. There is no blood spatter. No signs of a struggle. She has defensive wounds on her arms." Mac turned to Danny. "Danny. You stay here and see if you can find any trace to determine how she got here. Hawkes and I will go back to the lab to begin processing what little trace we do have."

"Gotcha, Mac. I'll see you back at the lab."

(FBI headquarters)

Cory waited until Lydia had left the office to pick her phone back up. "Hey, Tim. What's going on?"

"Not much. Ortiz wants to meet with you again. He said at your earliest convenience."

"Okay. I'll fly out tomorrow. I need some more information in order to get a warrant to raid the Martinez brothers. I've hit a brick wall. Do you know why he wants to meet?"

"No. He did say be careful. He said that it would be best if you left no record that you were coming to Texas."

"What?"

"I don't know. From what his attorney said, there have been inquiries into your whereabouts. He is genuinely concerned for your safety. Cory? I'll be honest. I don't like the feeling of this. Something has scared him and if he's scared…That worries me."

Cory bit her lip as she tried to process what Tim was telling her. "Do you think that there might be another mole?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Just be careful. Don't tell anyone where you're going or how you plan on getting there."

Cory thought carefully for a few moments. "Okay. I'll have to tell Danny, but he can keep a secret. It's going to take some planning to figure out how I'm going to get there without anyone knowing, though. I can't leave a paper trail and I'm sure that they will be watching my friends and family to see if I end up there." Cory caught herself thinking out loud. "Sorry, Tim. I didn't mean to space out on you there. I'll definitely try to figure something out. Thanks for the information. Anything else going on that I should know about?"

"Just one thing. I've been offered the ADA position in New York. I'm considering it and might be moving back up there."

Cory raised her eyebrows. Tim had never told her why he left New York in the first place. "Really? Well, if you do, it will be nice to work with you again!" There was a knock at her door. "Tim. I gotta go. There is someone here to see me."

"Okay. Bye. I'll talk to you later."

Cory hung up the phone and called out, "Come in!" She sighed as she got back to work.

(Crime Lab)

Danny arrived back at the crime lab about four o'clock. He was frustrated at the lack of evidence in the case. He had found no fingerprints and only a partial shoe print. He hoped that they would be able to tell if the killer was male or female once the shoe print was analyzed.

Wearily he walked into the lab where Mac and Hawkes were processing the evidence. "Hey. Did you have any luck with the evidence that you guys collected?"

Hawkes looked up. "No. There was absolutely no trace on the body. It's like the body was washed."

Danny furrowed his brow at that. "So…Do we have an ID on her yet?"

Mac looked up at that. "Not yet. We've expanded the search to include all of the country instead of just New York. Whoever she is, I don't think that she is a local." Mac sighed in frustration. "We'll know more after the autopsy. Sid was a little backed up, so he said it might be a couple of hours before he is able to start it. Why don't you go home? We've done all we can right now. We just need to wait for the results of the test to come back."

Danny nodded. "Sure thing. Call me if you need anything."

Wearily, Danny walked to the locker room and got ready to go home. I wonder if Cory is home yet. If not, maybe I'll cook dinner. That way, maybe she'll tell me what is bothering her. With that thought, Danny walked out of the lab and towards home.