Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I don't own anyone/thing affiliated with CSI:NY, unfortunately. WARNING: Character Death.

Rating: T for Some violence and curse words.

Summary: D/L centric. After Lindsay was killed in a shooting one year prior. Danny is packing up "their" apartment and comes across some memories as he reflects. Don't worry, not as sad as it sounds.

Every Time I Hear Your Name

Finally got over that song of ours; stopped chasin' little red sports cars,

To check the license plates and I quit drivin' by your place.

Back makin' the rounds at our old haunts: Honky Tonks, restaurants.

And seein' some of our old friends: it feels good to dance again.

And I can finally smell your perfume and not look around the room for you.

And I can walk right by your picture in a frame and not feel a thing.

Danny Messer stuck his old, worn key into the old, worn lock of theirapartment. He sighed deeply swinging the heavy door inward as he let out a breath he was aware he was holding and entered the large living room. When had it become so hard for me to walk into this apartment? He asked himself. He glanced around the room, his heart skipped a beat when he caught that familiar smell of her, the mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. His breath hitched in his throat, as he waited for her to round the hallway, throw her arms around him, kiss his cheek lightly and ask how his shift was… that was then, this, was now. Since that fateful November day a year ago, when his world, his entire world, had been shaken and flipped upside down.

Flash Back……

'What do we got Flack?' Danny asked as he strode up beside Detective Mac Taylor who was crouched beside a young blonde female laying face up in a puddle of blood.

'Kerri Walters, twenty-two, gun shot to the abdomen, right shoulder, and left thigh. Looks like this one to the thigh may have hit the artery' he stated to the y as Lindsay Monroe began taking over-alls of the scene.

'Probably bled out pretty quick, looks like theres foot prints leading toward the building, and smaller ones leading away from the building' Danny added looking on while Lindsay took a few more pictures.

'Could be from our shooter, the smaller ones are definitely from our Vic' Danny said, processing the body slowly.

'Im going to follow these, see if maybe the shooter left us something inside this door' Lindsay said as she walked toward the large blue door that read - 'Employees Only'. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside carefully, her right hand hovering above her gun, her left shining her flashlight in and around the hall before entering. The building seemed un-occupied, many doors were locked, and 25 feet down the dark hallway, the bloody footprints stopped. She shone her flashlight further down the hallway, looking for any signs of which way the perp may have gone.

'Don't move…you hear me! Don't make a goddamn sound…' A hoarse, deep voice said from behind her. She froze, her hand now clenching her gun ready to pull it from its holster. She began to turn to look at the perp…

'HEY! ARE YOU DEAF? DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?? I SAID, DON'T…MOVE…' he yelled, louder this time. She jumped at the intensity of his voice, freezing again.

'I'm a police officer, theres two other detectives outside, so don't do anything stupid, because they'll come in here, cuff you, and you'll be playing kissy kissy with a guy named Bruce behind bars for the rest of your life ok?'She tried to sound tuff, maybe to make herself feel a little more in control of the situation than she actually was…. Why couldn't Danny, or Mac just walk in here right now?

Outside Danny peered at the door Lindsay had passed through only minutes before, he shook off whatever unsettling feelings he was having, writing them off as, 'I'm just trying to protect my girlfriend' feelings, and continued looking over the victim. But the next thirty seconds seemed to go in slow motion, the world stopped turning for those thirty seconds and Danny couldn't feel his legs, let a lone move. He heard the all too familiar sound of a gun shot. Exchanging glances with Mac, somehow the feeling came back to his legs as he sprinted for the entrance to the building, Flack following close behind, guns drawn. Danny could never have prepared himself for the image now playing in front of him. Lindsay lay, crushed against the wall, her left hand over the gunshot to her chest, her right gripping her gun still. Crouching beside her he could hear Flack making a radio call for EMS and heard those words, 'OFFICER DOWN! I REPEAT OFFICER DOWN WE NEED EMS NOW!', but it all seemed fuzzy.

'Come'on Montana…Montana look at me' He said, taking her right hand in his as her once bright chocolate eyes stared blankly at him. ' Theres my girl, stay with me, EMS is going to be here and we'll get you to Bellevue, ok? Hang on' He said, trying to convince himself this was all a dream, that he'd wake up any second and her honey curls would be spread across his chest, her even breathing soothing him. The shrill sound of the Ambulance sirens entered Danny's ears as he heard the medics call down the corridor, racing beside him, pushing him out of the way and starting a work-up on Lindsay.

'We're losing her…' he heard one medic say.

'MONTANA, don't do this to me! I'm right here!' He yelled over the second medics shoulder, as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering open and closed. He reached between the medics, grasping her right hand in his, her blood soaking into his skin. She was loaded into the back of the ambulance, Danny hopping on and taking a seat beside the medic, he grasped her hand between his two, praying to anyone who would listen to let her get through this…he promised he'd do anything, he'd forgo watching an entire season of baseball, hell, he'd forgo his entire Satellite Dish just to have her live through this.

The wail of the sirens echoed in his ears as the roared down the street, her hand slowly slipping from between his two, and the EKG monitor signaled her heart was failing, he heard the medic yell, 'Shes in FLAT LINE! LETS GO MOVE'IT!' …and that's when he knew…

End Flashback…

The wail of a nearby Ambulance passing by on the street broke Danny from his thoughts as he wiped a tear from his eye before it had a chance to fall, and continued on towards his bedroom. The apartment was filled with boxes, some of which were labeled according to the items inside, others still sat empty waiting to be packed. The apartment was bare, save for his over-stuffed Lay-Z-Boy, and the coffee table, and his bed. The room felt cold – like it had felt for the last year, she brought life to this place, they had had so many memories here…just here… not counting the memories they made on the streets of New York, her hometown of Montana, and every other place in between. Looking to his left he spotted a picture frame sitting face down in the corner of the room, it was odd, and out of place, he'd packed all his frames away, sauntering over to the frame he flipped it over and the picture that stared back at him caused his eyes to tear up again…

So?? What do you think? Comments/Flaming/Critique? I was going to make this a one shot – I started with a bare-minimum idea, and it blossomed as I started to write this first chapter, so, depending on what you all think, I'll keep it going…