A/N: Hi! Anyways this is my new CSI:NY story I have decided to write for my own amusement purposes. Had a story like this with the same title

a long time ago(not sure if any of you remember but it doesn't matter ;D) I've just decided to re-write it. Please review and thanks for

reading! :D

Disclaimer: Don't own CSI! Never will, never intend to. Just a crazy fan, that's all. .

I find myself in a very clad orange/white zebra printed bikini on the shores of an unknown beach. The atmosphere is very serene and calm until I realize, why the heck was I wearing a bikini! Becoming extremely self-conscious, I look down and see that my chubby, over sized stomach was no more! Instead, it was replaced with lean abdominal muscles or for short, abs. My mind knows that it is dreaming…

The beach is empty, except for me and a familiar figure running towards me. He is wearing black swimming trunks which accentuated his toned abdominal muscles. Butterflies start to flutter around in my stomach as our eyes came in contact. I sigh. Don Flack is gorgeous-And he is running towards me. Too bad this wasn't real.

He was coming nearer and nearer and I see an object clutched tightly in his right hand. It was glinting brightly while its shine was bouncing off the beautiful sunlight. This item he was holding, was a knife. Eyes widening, I find the strength to stop analyzing Don and run away. I look back but his speed was gradually gaining at my pace. Heaving heavily, I pinch myself to try and wake up but it doesn't work. This beautiful dream had become a nightmare.

I hear a loud ringing in the background- ring-rING-RIIIING!

I yawned in relief. I was awake. For once, I was grateful for my alarm clock, instead of the usual, slamming on the snooze button and hiding back under my sheets. I was never a morning person.

"SHUT THE GODDAMN THING OFF!" a woman yelled.

That screaming lady in the background is a woman named Alexandra Jessaroe; my best friend and roommate in our flat in Greenwich village. Her mood today is rather brash and cranky but you can't really blame her. She just came back from an assignment in Vegas just a couple hours ago and hearing an alarm clock like mine, didn't help very much. Mac was letting her take a leave today and all she wanted to do was sleep in.

I got to work, earlier than usual today. Sitting down onto my plain chair, I opened up the computer screen in front of me and checked if there were any messages and calls for all the people working in the CSI police department. There weren't any calls this early in the morning, as I suspected so I took a quick break and headed downstairs to grab myself a cup of coffee at Starbucks.

"What would you like miss?" the man asked.

I hesitated for a moment and replied, "A tall black coffee-thanks."

"What kind?"

"What other kinds of black coffee do you have?" I said, getting kind of annoyed. My sudden outburst looked like it scared the man so I apologized. "Look sorry. I just want plain,tall, black coffee alright?" I said and forced a smile to him.

"Would you like some room for cream? Bold or decaf?" the man persisted.

Could I not get a simple cup of coffee in Starbucks before getting hounded with so many questions? Somehow, in the back of my mind I could hear the phone ringing. I couldn't miss a call. Suddenly, I wasn't in the mood for Starbucks.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I've got to go-" I replied hastily and left the room. I swore I heard the man call me a bitch. Well I didn't care. That's one customer that they've loss and plus, there was a better, coffee shop; Tim Hortons, just on the other side of the place. Running upstairs, I managed to get the call.

The call was for Don. I got out a piece of pen and paper and wrote down the caller's name. It was from a woman named Liliana Kendrick. A wave of envy coursed through my body as she told me to remind him to meet her at Club Uno at 7:00 pm tonight. I happily told her I would, because it was my job and then she hung up, rudely, thus making my usual happy mood decrease.

I checked the time on the computer; it was 8:30am. Just then, I see Danny Messer at the entrance of the building, fervently waving his hand at me. He walked up to my desk and threw me a box of donuts from Tim Hortons.

"Roselyn! Lindsay told me you loved donuts," he said and grinned.

I had told Lindsay to get some donuts but didn't expect her to ask Danny to get it! Now he must think, I'm such a fat, donut hungry whale! I turned red with embarrassment as I opened the box and discovered 50 donuts all waiting to get devoured.

"Thanks-Danny. But don't you think 50 donuts is too much?" I asked him.

"No-no. It's just fine. I'm sure you can eat all this-right?"

I looked at him suspiciously. Something wasn't right, but I shrugged it off. I then heard his phone beep and he told me he had to go. A couple minutes later, Don Flack entered through the doors and my mood lightened up and I felt really bubbly just seeing him.

"Morning Don!" I greeted him with a smile. He had just stared at me blankly so I spoke up again. "Want some donuts?"

"Noo thanks," he said quickly and just as he was about to speed off out of my sight, I remembered the call from Liliana Kendrick.

"WAIT!" I yelled. He came back and I scribbled a message for him from Liliana about their 'date'. He said thanks and grabbed the paper out of my hand quickly and saw him take out his phone.

I could see it in his eyes, that he really did want that donut. I crept out from my desk and waited till Don to leave his office so I could plant my favourite donut; The Boston Crème, onto his desk. Anyways, only a fool would resist a donut.

Just as I thought I had gotten away with it, I heard the door creak open. My head whipped to his door and there he was. Standing there in his crisp, black suit, looking handsome as ever. I resisted the urge to sigh and watched his mouth while he sighed and observed his hair while he shook his head.

"Roselyn,Roselyn,Roselyn…" he said looking down while rubbing his forehead.

'Maybe I can just walk away slowly from all this...' I thought nervously and made my way to leave his office. Butterflies entered my stomach as his his arm shot out and ceased me from leaving. It felt extremely awkward and pleasurable at the same time having him come in contact with me like this but I managed to find my words.

"Hey! Let go of me!" I squirmed, though in my mind, I wished he wouldn't let go. "Please! The phone's ringing and I have to answer it! Do you want me to lose my job or something?"

I felt his grip loosen as he replied, "I think that would all do us some good." His blue eyes were penetrating through me and I felt myself cower down. "Didn't I say no to donuts? Take that off my desk asap," he said in his usual New York accent and let my arm go.

"Just eat it will you? It won't hurt you. Plus, you need some meat on your bones," I replied. My words had processed through my brain as I realized what I had just said. Oh my god. Kill me now!

"Just get it off my desk before you bring down the whole building Roselyn! Hurry up and get out of my office. You're wasting my time."

I stared down with defeat. I sighed and walked over to his desk and removed the donut. Then, a plan formed into my head.

"Don! Look!" I yelled and motioned him to look outside his door. It had worked and a small smile graced my face as I placed the donut onto his seat, crossing my fingers he wouldn't notice it there. Maybe if I had more courage I would have thrown it to his face. He looked at me dumbfounded but I told him I made a mistake and quickly left the room.

"Danny, I told you she wasn't going to eat all those donuts," Don smiled. "Now cough up that $50."

Danny sighed and snickered. Looking sadly to the box of donuts on the table, he reached deep into the pocket of his jeans and took out his wallet to pay Don.

"Oh and bring him into my office," Don said and left.

He paced around his room, waiting for the criminal named Devlin Wagner who allegedly killed wife, but was continuously denying it. The man was bald, and was a few inches shorter than him. He walked over to his chair and sat down, feeling somewhat odd as he examined Devlin.

"You killed your wife, Devlin," Don concluded.

"NO! I swear. I no' kill me wife! It vas me cactus!" the man slurred. "It come alive and it poked her," he said and started to poke himself. "Like-a dis! It-a poke' her all over! Like-a dis!"

Don started to laugh at the man who denied his crime. This was getting pointless and just a waste of his time because the man was clearly high.

"You know what? I believe you," he said.

The man's face smiled up, showing the results of a meth user. "Reaally?"

"No. Talk to me when you're not high," Don said and pressed a button to signal the police officers to take Devlin into holding. Don stood up from his chair and walked to Devlin to handcuff him. He started to burst into hysterics and Don was thankful he hadn't succumbed into doing drugs. But little did he know, that wasn't the reason for Devlin's laughter.

"Aha-eee! You've got-a hole in your butt-sa! Oh vait! Is a donut!" Devlin laughed.

"What did you say?" Don asked enraged.

Devlin pointed at his backside and giggled even more. "Ahahaha! It fall off now! Now eet look like you've a poop poop!"

Don had struggled to put him into the cuffs as the man fell to the floor holding his stomach. His face became hot with embarrassment. The only person he thought of that did this to him was none other than Roselyn Dmitri.