A/N: Hi all! This is going to be my first multi-chapter fic for CSI NY. This is going to be Don/OC centric, but please don't let that put you off. This is more than a story about Don Flack hooking up with some hot chick. I intend for there to be a relationship build up, and a character that is awesome as a person, but is in no way perfect. There will be plot, there will be drama, and for Flack, he learns that loosing Jessica Angell does not make him half the man he used to be. As my OC helps him realise, it makes him a man who has loved and lost, and been strong enough to get through it and move forward.

So without further ado, let me introduce my fic.

Characters: Det. Don Flack Jr/OC – Savannah 'Anna' Patia Cormier, Danny/Lindsay, Stella Bonasera, Mac Taylor, and other members of CSI NY.

Set: This is canon up until after episode 6.08 'Cuckoo's Nest.' It's intended to be set five months after that episode. After that, it's AU.

Rating: M for swearing. Might be more in further chapters.

Warnings: Mild swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own CSI NY or affiliates. I'm using the characters to no profit. I do not own the song or song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter that inspire me. But I wish that there were a few clones of Don Flack…mmmm….Oh, but I do own Savannah Cormier.

On the Mend – Prologue

Now I can't walk, I can't talk anymore
Since you walked out the door
And now I'm stuck living out that night again

...I'm not falling apart

Maroon 5 – Not Falling Apart

Don Flack POV

I can't believe it.

I can't...I really can't.

No. I change my mind. I can believe it. Old man Sturge who owns the place has been looking for some chump to come and be his new renter ever since the...the shooting. The cheapskate slime ball. But no one this side of Manhattan hasn't dared to come near the place ever since...

So why now? It's been eight months.

Eight months since my heart was brutally ripped out of my chest and buried with Jessica Angell's cold body. My first true love died in that building. Everyone knew of her death, her murder, knew that they shouldn't even try to open that place up again.

I can almost feel my blood boil as I watch contractors clearing out the remains of the old greasy spoon diner. I want to scream at them as they take some of the reminder of Jess and dump it in a portable dumpster. I don't want a new, pretty place going in there. I want that reminder of Jess to stay.

The shrink at the department would probably look disapprovingly me right now and tell me I'm irrational, and that holding on to 'petty' things like wanting the grounds where she died to be preserved in memory to the wonderful detective that entered my life wouldn't be helpful to the healing process.

Fuck that.

I'm bitter. I know it. Mac knows it. Stella knows it. The rest of the CSI team knows it. Even my old man tries to comfort me. It doesn't really work, but knowing that they all care for me is better than what most have in their life. Too many years on the job as a detective have taught me to never take things for granted. So I make sure I let each and every person know how much their support matters. Even that little lab tech, Adam Ross, tried to help me.

Well none of them could help with this now.

I sigh and anger wells up inside of me. I know I shouldn't be pissed off. Sturge needs someone to go in there who doesn't believe the place is jinxed after the death of a cop.

But I won't sit here and watch peacefully. I intend to let the new proprietor know exactly what I think of them even daring to replace everything in there, erasing any history whatsoever of what happens.

For Jess, I'll try and see that the place is shut down.

Permanently.

A/N: …Okay, I'm just going to lay it out there. I like reviews. And I appreciate them. Just so you know.

Don't worry! You'll see the OC in the next chapter.