A/N: Okay this is my latest DL fic but this has a lot more drama in it than my previous two and is unrelated to either of them. This is my first attempt at writing a fic with very little or no fluff in whatsoever. Let me know what you think of it...

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY or it's characters, I just own the story.

Lindsay Messer rolled over on to her side and looked at the alarm clock, 4.27, 1 hour until she had to be up. She sighed and sat up, careful not to wake the slumbering form next to her. She climbed out of bed and softly walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Turning on the coffee machine, Lindsay felt a slight breeze coming from her 3 year old daughter, Isabella’s, room down the hall. Cautiously, she walked to the door that stood slightly ajar as always and gently pushed the door open. Lindsay looked over to Isabella’s empty bed and then saw that the window out on to the fire escape was open.

Lindsay screamed, waking up her husband and their neighbours. Danny came running down the hall into the room. He took in everything in once swift glance, with all those years working as a CSI under his belt his observational skills were a lot better than most.

“Oh my God! I’ll call 911,” Danny said to his motionless wife as he ran down the hall to where his mobile phone lay on his bedside table.