The apartment door slammed open with a crash and Mac Taylor stepped forward, side arm drawn and aimed first to the left, then to the right as he and two fellow officers moved through the empty Brooklyn apartment.

"Clear."

"Clear."

Each room was cleared until Mac was left standing in the middle of the dusty living room, looking around at ( Read more... )

Ten post-it notes I’ve written:

1. Pick up dry cleaning
2. Forget to call back C of D’s.
3. Post new schedule
4. 212-555-4865, 212-555-7764 ?? Reverse look up.
5. Remember: April 1st Birthday
6. Send out tux to dry cleaners
7. Access database, updated and revamped. Call Ted about changes
8. Call JFK lost luggage center
9. Call Peyton back
10. Peter ( Read more... )

Stella once told me that, “we deal in the business of death.”  This is, for the most part, true.  We’re scientist with badges and guns and when they call us the blood has already cooled and survivors are left to pick up the pieces that remain.  Some people find that comforting, others find it, at times frustrating.

There are times, when we’re ( Read more... )

    Even after two years apart, there's still a connection.  I suppose after working so closely all that time, and going through the things we did that it would take more then just time and distance to sever the connection we have.  It's both comforting and irritating.  It's comforting because I enjoyed the life we had together, and to have some of ( Read more... )

     "Now, I've heard of hatin' Valentine's day, but this . . ." Danny Messer motioned to the corpse they were all standing around. "This is just . . ." his voice trailed off and Stella turned her head up to look up at the CSI and finished his thought, "over kill?" Mac had to agree with her observation. The team had been called to the alley ( Read more... )