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A/N: Okay. So here is the first chapter! Important notice. This is a sequel to Déjà Vu, which was a sequel to A Time to Heal, so if you haven't read those, you may get a little lost! I will say that I have no clue about how long this will be! The song title belongs to Evanescence! Many thanks to both Aphina and Axellia for betaing it! Any mistakes are mine and mine alone!

Chapter 1.

Weight of the World

It had been close to two months since Special Agent Cory Reid had gotten her mother back from near death at the hands of a Columbian drug cartel. While she had been ecstatic to have Alexis home safe and sound, she couldn't get her paranoia in check. Ever since Alexis had left New York, Cory called her every single day to make sure she was safe. She was worried that the organization that Montoya had been involved in was going to try to murder Alexis for knowing about them.

Thinking along those lines, she picked up her phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hi, Cory. Listen, I'll have to call you back; I'm in the middle of a meeting," Alexis said in hushed tones.

Cory smiled. "All right. Just call me whenever. I wanted to see how you were."

"I'm fine; Cory and you really don't need to call me every day. I promise, that if something happens, you will be the first to know," Alexis replied in a slightly exasperated tone.

Cory completely ignored the tone of her mother's voice and just murmured that she would talk to her later as Lydia walked into the room, carrying an envelope. "Hey, Lydia. What do you have?" she asked her friend and fellow agent.

Lydia smiled at her before handing over an envelope. "Package came addressed to you. The mail room ran it through the usual tests, but nothing raised a flag."

Cory looked at the plain manila envelope that was hand addressed to her, with no post mark. She looked at Lydia with an eyebrow raised. "No return address or postage? Did anyone get a look at whoever dropped it off?"

Lydia shook her head as she took a seat in the chair across from Cory. "Nope. It was slipped in with the regular mail."

"Interesting," Cory muttered as she carefully opened the envelope. A single piece of paper fell out. Picking it up, she began to read it out loud. "Columbine was just the beginning. Be prepared for the new revolution." Cory shook her head. "Gee. Can you be any more vague?"

Lydia, however, had gone rigid with tension. "Columbine?" she asked softly with underlying emotion. "I had a friend from summer camp who was killed in that. I'd give anything to be able to stop something like that again."

Cory looked at her friend, understanding the drive to stop something. "Lydia? We get threats like this all the time and they are all just pranks. If it was serious and the person really wanted to make a major threat, they'd send it to the media or there would be a manifesto. Trust me this is nothing."

Lydia thought back over to the cases that she had worked since becoming part of the Dangerous Organizations unit and slowly nodded her head in agreement. "You're right. Things like this just get under my skin."

"I completely understand. Kinda like me and Mexican gangs. We all have our buttons, we just have to be able to keep a rational mind," she advised.

Lydia nodded she got up to walk out of the office. "I'll keep that in mind."

Cory smiled as she filed the letter away since even though she didn't think it was a true threat, she wasn't going to risk anything if it turns out that the threat was real.

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A few days later, Cory was working hard in her office when she heard a knock at her door. She looked up and smiled to see Stella standing there. "Hey," she returned.

Stella brushed her curls behind her shoulder and smiled at the FBI agent. "Hey, yourself. I wanted to see if you were free for lunch."

Cory nodded. "Yup. Just let me finish this up and I'm all yours," she responded motioning to the pad of paper in front of her where she was making notes about the rising gang activity. She made a couple of more notations then grabbed her purse. "What's up?" she asked as the walked out of her office.

"Why does something have to be up to want to have lunch? You did ignore your friends for close to two months! I could just want to catch up," Stella said slyly.

Cory rolled her eyes before grinning. "My instincts are telling me that this is more than that."

Stella laughed. "Your instincts are right. I want to plan a baby shower for Lindsay and since she's on shift today and I'm not, she won't know that I'm here."

"Good plan," Cory smirked. "I just wish we knew what sex the baby is."

Stella shook her head in agreement. "Yeah, but Lindsay and Flack have decided that they want to be surprised."

"Great," Cory returned crinkling her nose. "So, yellow, green, purple are in, blue and pink are out!" She shook her head; they had walked to their normal café. Cory smiled at the waiter, Craig, and he brought then their normal drinks; a Dr Pepper for Cory and an iced tea for Stella. "So, when do we want to have this shindig? Obviously, Lindsay's family will probably want to be involved."

Stella nodded. "I'm thinking late May. She'll be getting close to her due date and that will allow for time for the people coming in from out of town to book flights, hotel and etcetera."

Cory nodded. "We can definitely have it at my place. I'll kick Danny out for the day. Maybe send him to have some quality time with the boys. We don't get to do that very often anymore," she mused. "Huh. We really need to have a night out soon. Before Lindsay gets too big to want to go out."

"So, how do we pull this off without her knowing about it?" Stella asked.

Cory smirked. "Oh, just leave that to me."

Stella laughed, knowing how much Cory loved to plan a party as they began to discuss exactly what they wanted to have at it.

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When Cory got home that night, she was surprised to find Danny cooking dinner. "Danny? I thought you were working tonight?"

Danny smiled as he looked at her. "I was going to, but Mac says that I'm maxed out on overtime this month, so until May first gets here, I can't work anymore OT."

Cory smiled. "Well, I can't say that I'm disappointed! I've missed spending time with you. We need to have a real date, soon. It's spring!" Cory exclaimed with excitement in her voice. "Why don't we go to Coney Island again? We can schedule it on a day when we don't have to work the next day and stay out as late as we want!"

Danny laughed as he began to dish up the spaghetti. "We can do that. I can show you my prowess on the midway." He decided to change the subject. "So how is your mom?"

Cory rolled her eyes. "I think she's tired of me calling her, but it's something that I just have to do."

Danny studied her, concern darkening his eyes. "Cory, bella, you've got to let it go. You need to back off on your mom or she's going to refuse to talk to you."

Cory eyebrows drew together. "I can't, Danny. It's a feeling. That bastard Etienne," she snarled, "is going to try something."

Danny sighed. "If he does, he does. You calling your mom every day is only going to drive her away. Look, your mom is not a stupid person. She wouldn't have survived being kidnapped if she wasn't. She knows that Etienne is going to want to find out exactly how much damage that she could do to whatever organization that he is working for."

Cory's eyes flashed in her anger. "You think I don't know that! Why the hell do you think I call her every day? I'm terrified of losing her and…" Cory trailed off, putting her head in her hands. "God, I'm obsessed with this case. This is worse than when I was trying to pin down Ortiz. At least with him, I knew something!"

Danny reached across the table and grasped her hand lightly. "Bella, you can't do anything. Interpol has no idea of who this man is. The only picture was of the back of his head! Even the sketch that the FBI did with Alexis didn't pinpoint anyone that has even been on the radar before."

"I know. That's why I'm so obsessed," Cory replied, her voice muffled. Slowly, she lifted her head and stared into Danny's caring blue eyes. "Fine," she conceded, "I'll make an effort not to bug Mom anymore than I need to. You happy now?"

Danny smirked. "I little bit, but I just don't want you to drive yourself crazy about something you have no control over," he said, still rubbing her knuckles lightly with his thumb. "I love you."

"I love you too, Danny," Cory replied, feeling some of the tension lift out of her body. "Now, let's finish dinner and start working on the wedding plans again!" Danny groaned. "Come on, Danny. We've decided to move the wedding to next May since that was the first time we could get a place to hold the ceremony without getting married in Texas."

"I know, I just don't want you to get all stressed out again," he muttered.

Cory grinned widely. "I won't. Remember, I've planned a wedding before and now that I have Mom's help, it'll go smoothly. The only thing that you have to help me pick out is the food for the reception."

Danny's eyes lit up at the mention of food. "All right, I can do that!"

Cory just rolled her eyes again while shaking her head. "Come on, let's go catch the game. The Yankees are playing the Rangers today and I want to watch New York win!"

Danny shook his head and he got up to follow her into the living room. "I don't get it. You cheer for every other Texas team except the Rangers?"

Cory smiled. "I still cheer for them, just not when they're playing the Yanks," she replied cheekily as she turned on the TV.

Danny just laughed as he settled next to her. Life is perfect, he thought with a smile. Little did he know that storm clouds were gathering on the horizon and they were in for the proverbial perfect storm.

AN: Okay, so I've gotta thank everyone for waiting on this! I can't promise when the next chapter is going to be up! My muse is all about finishing my Harry Potter story first! Also, I've decided to call my Cory Reid Series, The FBI Files (unless someone can come up with something different!)

Second order of business! Please go and vote for me on the fanfiction awards (Go to The Corrupter's profile and click on forum...or you can just go to the CSI: NY forum and click on Fanfiction Awards) I'm nominated in several catagories!

Now that's over...Time for review responses from the final chapter of Deja Vu!

katydid13 - Thanks! Here you go!

Maddy - Thanks! I'm trying to update this while CSI is at commercial! I'm glad you liked it and here comes the first chapter. Already, I can feel the creative juices beginning to flow again! I am lmao already at some of the snarkiness lines in the episode!

Aphina - It did have everything in it, but I love the ending of this chapter...the premonition of doom that I give the readers! Muhahahah!

laplandgirl - Thanks for your votes! Yeah, real life does suck and it doesn't help that my inspiration is gone for some reason. I hope that by posting this, I can start to get the story wrapped in my head!

Axellia - You aren't the only one feeling the Stockholm Syndrome. I was actually sad that I killed him off. I don't think I'll let myself get as emotionally investing in Etienne or the other uber evil, but I can't make any promises! My villians are like onions...the have layers (okay. I did just steal that from Shrek, but hey, it's a good movie!). It's been a really long time and time flew...best of both worlds!

Soccer-Bitch - Thanks! :D New episode is chock full of snarkiness!

CSI junkie - Ceesau Fabulous! I'd drive to another state for them! Just let them come to somewhere close and I'm there! I'm keeping my lips sealed about the new uber evil right now! I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with them, but it's going to be the major plot, with many, many subplots!