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( Under the Cut )

The favorite part of my day.

The first time Lindsay saw the Rockefeller Christmas tree up close and personal it only reaffirmed that she had made it so far from where she was, and couldn't wait to finally move on with her life.

Lindsay wasn’t the superstitious type, by any means, she didn’t think science has disproved the existence of ghosts, exactly-they just hadn’t found a way to make it work yet.

It seemed that the only time the crime lab managed to make the headlines was when the media thought they were screwing something up.

She never thought she had reason to envy anyone before, but when she saw that first CSI get transferred out of Bozeman, she couldn’t help but want something like that for herself.

Nothing like this job to make you rethink your sexual practices.

It came at them from all angles that first year she lived in the city, one hit right after the other, but in the end she’d like to think it made them stronger, rather than tore them apart.

The weather was less harsh and a good deal less dangerous in New York than it was back home, but she knew that there was nothing like a good heavy snow storm to make her miss Montana.