Danny Messer's Daughter

Chapter 1

June 1, 2016. 10:34 a.m.
8 days
My father always brought home these crazy stories about a case he had that day. I was always excited for him when he solved a case because he could tell me all the details about the victim or vic as he calls them. My father inspired me to become what he is today. Not only a great person but a crime scene investigator. I just finished the first semester of my fifth year of college. It's my last year. I'm currently enrolled at NYSU aka New York State University. I'm majoring in Forensic Sciences and Law so I can go out in the field with my dad and Uncle Mac. He's not biologically related to me but he's my godfather and I've known him my whole life. I can tell my dad is worried about me but him and his team will be with us anyway. I went to the crime lab and gave my uncle Mac my resume. He hired me the next day. My dad was nervous, I could tell by his body language. But he didn't correct my every move, he stayed calm and made sure we were both focused. He only made minor corrections when we were in the car heading back to the lab. But otherwise he did just fine with me being there. My mom has been supportive of my decision since day 1. Every time I walk down the streets of New York I get asked if I'm Danny Messer's daughter. And every time I tell them yes. My father is Detective Danny Messer and my mother is Detective Lindsey Messer. Apparently I look just like Dad. Mom always says I'm his spitting image. Which I can believe. I don't really mind it. I look up to my dad. I love my dad more than anything. He's the greatest man I've ever met. But ever since I've started to become a crime scene investigator he's been more alert and more protective of me. When I would ask Mom about it she would always hesitate, trying to think of some excuse to tell me. She always says that it's just the people that live in New York that worry him. I mean that's understandable but I know it's not the truth. My best friend Red Taylor has noticed changes in my dad too. No, she's not related to Mac. They just have the same last name. She's known my dad since we were four, when we started kindergarten together. She too has noticed changes in Dad. She's studying to become a medical examiner for the New York Crime Lab. She started working with Sid Hammerback and Sheldon Hawks the same day I started working with my parents and my uncle Mac. I love working there but there's one cop that gets on my last nerve just by breathing. Officer Sinclair. I can't stand Officer Sinclair. I've worked there for a month now and he's been riding my ass since day one about solving cases. My uncle Mac and my uncle Don have to step in and tell him to leave while my parents keep me focused on the crime scene. Uncle Don has actually dragged him away from a crime scene after Dad almost cursed him out for distracting me from the case. Sinclair has made me feel so inferior compared to him. His out me in tears in front of Dad and my aunt Stella. That made Dad so angry that it almost physical between them. He thinks I don't have feelings like others. But I do and I snap at him every time he shows up to a crime scene or in the lab. He just drives me up the wall. There have been countless times were people have had to drag him out of my office because we've gotten in screaming matches. One of these days I'll get his badge revoked. It's so much harassment. Every time he steps off the elevator I get up and lock my glass office door. I put my head phones in and blare my music until he leaves or someone I actually like shows up. I'm throwing a party the day he leaves the NYPD.