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Ice Tea
By: LittleMissStella 1/30/09
Mac strolled down the hallway toward a familiar apartment...well, somewhat. She was shopping for a new apartment since the Cabi-Killer.
"So she moved?" A male voice asked, standing in front of the apartment Mac was looking for.
"Yeah, I heard she was off for a new job or something." Another man responded.
"I heard she got tired of waiting for that guy and found another one in San Francisco." He answered.
"Well, I’m gonna miss that pretty little thing." The two men walked past an awe stricken Mac.

Mac plopped in his swivel chair and ran a hand through his short brown hair. "Stella."
"Hey Mac, what’s goin’ on? You look kinda down."Said Flack.
"Oh, nothing Don, do you know where Stella is?" Mac asked calmly.
"I thought she had today off, told me she was going to San Francisco or something." Flack shrugged and went on his way, leaving Mac dumbfounded.
"Stella." He said in his usual muttering fashion. How could she leave? Leave him-them? What made her leave? How could she just leave without even saying goodbye to him? How? He loved-wait. Back up. Did he love her? Who was he kidding, he knew that, of coarse he did. He loved Stella. "Oh Stella, I love you."
"Pardon me, Mac?" Asked a passing Hawkes, who did a double take.
"Oh! I s-said, uh, Stella’s, olive juice." Mac stuttered, feeling heat surge through his face.
"Stella’s olive juice?" Hawkes squinted suspiciously.
"Yeah, she loves olives," Mac started, smiling at the memory. "And she left the juice all over my desk."
"Okay, well, have a good day Mac." Hawkes waved.

Mac strolled around Central Park with his feet scraping against pavement. His reflection in the pond showed the suit jacked he wore. He knew that over time, he’d grown closer to Stella. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say he cared about her more than anyone else. Maybe he’d always cared for her that way.
There were now four things Mac Taylor would protect at all costs: the security of his country, the safety of the city, the integrity of the lab, and the well-being of Stella Bonasera. She was his long time best friend, the one woman in his life he always felt he needed to protect. Even when he was married to Claire, he never considered Stella just a friend. They were his lifelines, and now Stella was all he had. She was a Greek Goddess who protected him from his inner Hades. Her mop of curly hair and bright olive eyes were captivating and entrancing. "Stella."

"Let’s see." A finely manicured finger nail tapped cherry pink lips. Dark eyelashes batted over shimmering jade eyes. "Macaroni."

"Stella?" Mac drove for what seemed to be ages around New York city looking for one beautiful Greek woman. First stop: Tiffany’s.
"Hello sir-oh! Dt. Mac Taylor, how can I help you?" The young blond asked suggestively.
"Have you seen a woman named Stella Bonasera in here recently? She’s a tall, thin, Greek-Italian woman with curly butterscotch gold hair, tan skin and jade green eyes." Mac rushed.
"No, haven’t seen her, but uh, are you busy-?" He was already out the door. "Damn!"

A head of curls stuck up from the fruit section, being taller than the others. "Macaw feed? What’s that doing in the fruit section? This isn’t even a pet store!"

"Stella?!" Mac shouted over the airport intercom. "Stella Bonasera!"
"No one is here by that name now stop shouting into the intercom young man!" An older woman shouted, beginning to beat Mac with her purse.
"Ah! Ow! I’m sorry ma’am! Ah! Okay! Okay, I’m leaving!" Mac shouted.

"The Big Mac is now trans-fat free? I don’t believe it." Loose, wavy curls bounced as the figure shook its head, walking away from the huge MacDonald’s, shopping bag in hand.

"Mac?" Mac froze as he was half out of the airport doorway. "Mac Taylor!"
"Peyton." Mac murmured bitterly under his breath.
"Mac, I-I’m so sorry. I took some time in London to turn down my fiancee, and I-I want to marry you!" The dark haired woman giggled, going to kiss his lips.
"Peyton, Peyton, I-I can’t." He protested.
"Oh Mac, I’m sorry, can you forgive me? I do love you." Peyton looked at him with pale glassy eyes.
"Peyton, I love someone else, I’m sorry!" Mac struggled to get Peyton’s arms from around his neck.
"Who?" Peyton narrowed her eyes. "Stella, it’s Stella, isn’t it? Mac I love you! Just...forget her."
"Don’t you understand, Peyton? I need Stella! I love her!" Mac shouted, running out.
"Damn you both to hell then!" Peyton shouted. She stormed back out to the tarmac in rage...then she got crushed by a meteor and died. (Ha!)

"The Macarena is coming back? That dance is so stupid!" The woman frowned at the poster.

"That’s it. She’s gone, Stella, my precious Star." Mac sighed, outside her apartment complex.
"Oh, hey Mac! Not on the clock?" A soothing voice called.
"Stella?" Mac stared in awe for the third-fourth?-time that day. "Where were you?"
"The store, but let me tell you something weird is going on. First I go to buy macaroni and there is none, then I find macaw feed in the fruit section, then MacDonald’s says the Big Mac is trans-fat free and finally I just read on a club flyer that said the Macarena is coming back." She blew a stray curl away from her face.
"Stella, everyone told me you moved!" Said Mac.
"Who?!" Stella asked, equally shocked.
"Two guys talking outside your apartment said you got tired for waiting for some guy and that you found a new one in San Francisco." Said Mac.
"They were talking about the girl beside me." Stella stated flatly.
"They had boxes." Mac persisted.
"Probably from the apartment basement. Water damage wrecked a bunch old air conditioners."
"Flack said you went to San Francisco."
"I told him I was going to the store by San Francisco, the STORE."
"Oh. Maybe I overreacted a little." Mac admitted shyly.
"Yeah." She smiled.
"You don’t have to be so quick with your "yeah"!" Mac smiled back, remembering Stella’s case years ago. After having almost the same conversation she kissed his cheek and...everything after was hazy.
"Well, did you think things through, ‘cause it sounds like you didn’t." Stella smirked playfully.
"I panicked, I thought you were really gone. I thought I-I-I love you, Stell." Mac smiled as a faint red began to spread through her cheeks and she looked away embarrassedly, albeit smiling.
"I-I love you too Mac, but you need to know I would never leave." Stella kissed Mac’s cheek, a little longer than when they were "just friends". A little more affectionate. Mac blushed faintly. "You’re so cute."
"So are you. Now how about dinner. I never want to lose you again." Mac caressed her soft cheek.
"Mac, I went to the store to buy ice tea...but dinner would be great!"

Little Miss Stella Sat by her Fella
By: LittleMissStella 1/30/09
"Mac! Thank goodness you’re here!" Stella groaned.
"What’s wrong, Stell?" Mac looked at his friend with concern and worry etched into his serious face.
"I hate spiders." She whined, grabbing onto Mac and hiding behind his much larger figure. "IhatethemIhatethemIhatethem!!"
"It’s okay, Stell, I’m here." Mac soothed, though he couldn’t help but smile as the hurricane intense Lady Liberty was hugging his back for dear life...because a tiny household arachnid was in her room.
"Just get it." A muffled cry came. She’d buried her face in his strongly muscled back, pushing her breasts against him.
"Okay." Mac froze as he felt her soft chest crash against his back.
"He’s in the bathroom." She pointed blindly.
"You’re pointing to your bed, actually, but I know what you mean." Mac headed for her bathroom, looking at her with mocking worry. "Are you sure it’s safe? He might have a nine mil."
"No, I have a nine mil. and I’ll use it if you don’t get rid of that spider!" She hissed.
"Let’s see." Mac inhaled deeply but silently; it smelled like her...ginger and fruits...honey maybe?...ooh! Peach.
"He’s in the bathtub!" She shouted from the other room.
"Oh." Mac looked in to see a daddy longlegs trying not to drown in the water. "Stella, did you just leave him in the water and run?"
"Yes! You’re lucky I even got dressed before I called you." Stella pouted slightly, though she’d kill to see Mac’s beet red face.
"I almost...I almost...ah!" Mac yelled.
"Mac?!" Stella rushed into the bathroom, worried for him. "Mac?"
"I’m stuck in your bathtub and you’re just going stand there?" Mac gurgled. He was caught on her shower ring and was basically posed like a ballerina with his face in the water when his head was down.
"Sorry, here, let me see..." Stella pulled and tugged at Mac’s sleeve. She pulled at his sturdy torso gently but not forcefully. "You’re really stuck, Mac, should I cut you out?"
"What? No, I like this shirt. Just...pull harder." He urged.
"Okay..." Stella tugged him harder. "I don’t want to hurt you."
"Stella, you probably weigh a good hundred or more pounds lighter than me." Mac chuckled as the slender woman tugged again.
"Doesn’t mean I don’t have upper body strength! Let’s not forget I pulled myself up after that guy pushed me off a building." Stella protested, pulling as hard as she could and only bending the shower rod.
"Don’t remind me, I didn’t sleep for weeks without dreaming of you down on the ground in pancake form." Mac sighed deeply.
"Almost, got you-!!" Stella pulled Mac out but he greatly outweighed her and toppled them both over and into the tub.
"Stella-are you-?"
"Ah! Spider! Spider on my leg!!"
"I’ll get him!"
"Mac!!"
"Sorry, didn’t mean to touch that!"
"Ah! He’s going down your shirt!"
"Oh! Oh-that’s itchy!"
"I got him! I got him!"
"Stella that’s my chest!"
"Now he’s on your neck!"
"Ah! That’s not helping!"
"Ah! He’s on me! He’s on me!!"
"Okay, I’ll get him!"
"Mac, he’s in my hair!"
"No, he’s in MY hair now!"

"Okay I drained the water and the poor fella drowned." Mac smiled crookedly at Stella, who was curled up in a chair with her towel. He was equally damp from the unexpected dip.
"Good. No good dirty little spiders. I don’t even have arachniphobia, I just don’t like them." She rolled her eyes. Mac smirked. Ding! Idea!
"Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet-"
"My name is Stella, not Muffet." Mac chuckled and nodded.
"Little Miss Stella, sat by her fella, as pretty and bright as day."

Lab Rats and Field Mice
By: LittleMissStella 1/30/09
"Hey Adam, what are you doing?" The Greek woman asked.
"Oh, hi Stella. I’m running the results for Mac’s case. He’s just about done, I just need to print out this DNA analysis for his report." Adam smiled shyly.
"Oh, just slow down and breathe." She sighed.
"I don’t think Mac would appreciate that." Said Adam.
"So?" Stella grinned.
"Adam I-Stella...? Were you just telling him to keep my results from me?" Mac asked suspiciously.
"No...I was telling him to take a rest." Stella got up and plopped Adam down in the comfy chair, rubbing his shoulders.
Mac glared at the young lab tech as Stella’s usually busy hands worked his muscles slowly and tenderly. "Adam?"
"Oh...I...um..." He stammered, trying to ignore Stella’s hands.
"Oh relax Adam, Mr. Grumpy needs to take a rest from...life." Stella pouted and looked at Mac with her large green eyes.
"Oh..." Adam felt Mac’s irritation turn into rage and turn in his direction. "Mac, I, uh..."
"Stella..." Mac warned.
"Fine, here, that’s what you needed, right? Now let the poor lab rat relax." Stella threw her hands up in the air for emphasis.
"The lab rat needs to go back to his lab, or he’ll be running in his wheel until I decide to give him water." Mac said assertively.
"Oh Mac, you’re just as tense as Adam." Before Mac could even say something she’d plopped him down in the seat and started rubbing his shoulders. Her hands worked his solid muscles like they were sour dough ready for baking. Her hands moved along his shoulders to the base of his neck to rest on his firm chest so she could whisper in his ear. "You need to rest, Mr. Grumpy."
"I need to finish this case." Mac countered, though he remained in the chair.
"You don’t need anything but some time to enjoy life." She smirked, rubbing his shoulders again and thoroughly enjoying herself.
"I’m gonna go." Adam muttered to himself, the two in la-la-land and unaware of his presence.
"You know about the latest gossip in the lab, don’t you?" She asked.
"No, but I’m sure you do." Mac chuckled.
"There are now two classifications in NYPD. There are lab rats, and then there are field mice. We’re field mice. It hasn’t really caught on yet, but Flack and Angell are supposedly our basset hounds." Stella made a face. "Which I don’t get, I mean how would you take basset-"
"Stella?" Mac asked.
"And, you know what else?" She asked boldly.
"What’s that?" Mac shivered at her hot breath.
"They think we should get together." She looked at his surprised...and yet, surprisingly happy face. "Are you alright?"
"That depends, what do you think?" He smirked as he’d turned the tides, Stella blushing faintly now, her tan skin tinging a pale pink.
"What do you mean, what do I think?" She rebutted.
"I mean, do you think we should be together, because I think..." He got up and forced down in the chair, rubbing her shoulders. "They’re not all as crazy as I originally thought."
"Well then, I have to agree with our rodent friends." She sighed, relaxing at his touch.
"You should look out, Adam has a crush on you." Mac said in his usual murmuring tone, though somewhat happier sounding.
"He does not, he just needs a maternal figure in his life." She smiled.
"Oh come on, you know all those guys look at you like a porterhouse dipped in chocolate." He frowned, extremely unhappy with how his lab looked at his woman. Yes...HIS Stella. His. Stell.
"Oh, you're so sweet!" She scratched his chin. "Who’s a cute mousy? You are! Yes, you are!"
"Stella, I am not a mouse."
"Well then what are you? I think you’re a-!"
"What do you think now?
"I think you’re a good kisser."

Meet the Family and Their Service Weapons
By: LittleMissStella 2/3/09
"Whoosh!!" Lindsay looked over at her man lovingly. "Little Emily Taylor is coming in for a landing! Make way for the human rocket ship!! Zoom! Zoom-zhoom!!"
"That’s enough, Danny, she’s going to be sick." Lindsay smiled at her niece and husband.
"Alright, you go find mommy and tell her Uncle Danny sent you in for a fuel stop." He ruffled her curls and sent her off.
"You love playing rocket ship with Emily, don’t you?" She asked as he sat down and kissed her cheek, catching his breath.
"You bet, and hey, she likes it too." Danny pointed out.
"Hey you two." A strong, feminine voice called from the door.
"Hey Stella!" Lindsay smiled at her friend.
"Hey Stell." Danny nodded.
"Mommy!" A little voice came bounding in from the other room.
"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Stella smiled at her daughter.
"Good. Uncle Danny and I played rocket ship and Aunt Lindsay and I read a story before quiet time." Little Emily said proudly. She was always being told she was smart for her age, and they were right.
"That’s great honey. Daddy will be home as soon he picks up your brother from school." Stella told her daughter before getting up to take off her coat. Her daughter, although not particularly short, was still only three, and up to her knee at best. She had to get right on her knees to speak to the little girl face to familiar face; she had her curls, and her green eyes, though her features were closer to Mac’s...just more adorable. Their tiny bit of Greek/Italian showed in their resemblance to Stella.
"Okay. Uncle Danny?" The little girl turned her giant pure green eyes to Danny.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Danny asked, picking the girl up and setting her on his lap.
"Can we play rocket ship again?" She asked sweetly. "Please?"
"Oh, Emmy, Uncle Danny’s back is hurting. Why don’t you read another story with your Auntie Lindsay?" Danny felt his back cracking already.
"Come on Emily, let’s go pick out a book to read with your big brother when he gets home." Lindsay smiled, taking little Emily’s hand.
"So Stell, what do you and Mac have planned for Emmy’s birthday party?" Danny asked the older woman, as his wife walked into the living room with said older woman’s daughter.
"Well just a few good friends, obviously Megan is invited." Stella smiled. "How does Flack like babysitting anyway?"
"Well..."

"Megan, come here to Uncle Don now." Flack grumbled.
"Donald Duck! Donald Duck!!" The four year old Megan cried happily, pulling at Flack’s nose, seeing if it was a duck bill.
"No sweetheart, I’m not a duck." He sighed heavily.
"Don, you look exhausted. What happened?" Asked Angell.
"Meggie Messer, that’s what."

"He likes it." Danny half lied.
"Hello Stella, dear, we’re home." Mac greeted, kissing his wife happily on the cheek. She leaned in to let him do so, smiling happily from the familiar feeling. "How was your day?"
"Good, and yours?" She asked, kneeling to talk to her son.
"Good mommy, thanks." Answered David. "I made you a picture."
"Oh thank you, sweetheart, it’s beautiful." Stella smiled at Mac, who nodded. The picture was as beautiful as a four year old’s work could ever be, and was promptly posted on the fridge.
"Is everyone coming to Emily’s birthday?" Mac asked, taking a seat by Danny at their table. "Hey Danny, how’s rocket ship?"
"I think my back is more misaligned than when Lindsay made me carry her on my back when she was five and a half months along." The man groaned in reply, cracking his back.

"Danny, I don’t want to walk home." Lindsay moaned.
"I’m sorry honey, but the subway’s down and we’re only two blocks away." He comforted, putting his hands on her arms.
"I don’t care." She whined. "Carry me?"
"What?" Danny gaped.
"What?! Do you think I’d be too heavy to carry?!" She raged, clearly, and unreasonably, insulted.
"No! No, no, no, sweetheart, it’s just...you want me to carry you on my back all the way home...on main street Manhattan?" He asked to clarify, hoping he’d been wrong.
"Please, Danny?" She asked with her large doe brown eyes.

"Yes, I remember that. Stella and I were driving back from a case and saw you hunched over with Lindsay on your back and waving at us." Mac laughed.
"That was the day you crashed the truck, right?" Danny chuckled. "I knew Stell liked to drive the speed limit, but that was just too funny."
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but I remember Lindsay grabbing your hair and hauling your head up to wave at us, making you walk into a parking meter." Mac laughed heartily, remembering the even well.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, but I remember when Stella was pregnant with Davie and she stripped you down so she could wash your clothes because of that weird laundry habit." Danny chuckled with his friend.
"What are you boys laughing at?" Lindsay and Stella asked together, holding Emily and Davie’s hands.
"Remembering pregnancies." Mac stated flatly.
"Hey, I let you keep your boxers on." Stella scolded her husband.
"Daddy! Stop touching mommy’s bum!" Davie shouted.
Stella and Mac’s faces flushed beet red as Lindsay doubled over laughing, leaning on Danny for support.
"Oh, that’s so good it has to be fattening."

"Hi Miss Stella!" A little girl greeted before rushing to see Emily.
"Hi Stella, how are you?" The little girl’s mother asked.
"Oh good, thanks Eva, how about you?" Stella asked in turn.
"Fine, fine, but I forbid Fred from coming." She nodded.
"Why’s that?" Stella asked flatly, baffled as to why.
"Because every time he sees you he can’t...y’know...with me."
"Oh...I’m gonna hang up Stephanie’s coat." Stella said awkwardly.

"That Stella Taylor is so together, and her husband is gorgeous."
"I know...I envy her. She’s beautiful too."
"Am I the only one with a husband who’s in love with her?
"No."

"Happy birthday dear Emily, happy birthday to you."
"Make a wish, pumpkin." Mac smiled at his daughter, putting his hand on her tiny back. After she flew out the candles everyone clapped and cheered. "What did you wish for?"
"Daddy, you know I can’t tell you." Emily scolded her father.
"Okay everyone, it’s time for presents." Stella announced.
"Yay!" The kids flushed into the living room with their cake with their cake and ice cream. Stella, Mac, and their friends from the lab followed suit, smiling at the bouncing children.
"Who’s it from Emily?" Asked Danny.
"It’s from you and Aunt Lindsay and Meggie, Uncle Dan." Emily answered as if it were the silliest question ever asked. She pulled out a large coloring book with the title Around the World. It had pictures of everywhere in the world, including Greece, which little Emmy had taken quite an interest in since her beloved mother was Greek herself.
"What do you say, Emmy?" Asked Mac.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"This one’s from Uncle Adam!" She said excitedly. They all turned to a slightly red Adam. "Checkers! Thank you Uncle Adam!"
"You’re very welcome, M&M." He ruffled her curls.

After a montage of presents from Uncle Don, Aunt Jess, Uncle Sheldon and of coarse her big brother, they started playing games.
"I wanna play with Emily." One little boy huffed.
"I wanna play with her!" He replied. Emily simply sat playing checkers with Meggie in between the boys, ignorant to their fuss.
"Your daughter is quite popular, Mr. Taylor." Stella whispered to her husband, wrapping her arms around his firmly muscled torso.
"I know, Mrs. Taylor, and I don’t like it one bit." He glowered.
"You want our daughter to be a loner?" She asked with a smile.
"I don’t want those boys getting anywhere near my little girl! It’s like watching men drool over you!" He bristled.
"Mac..." Stella warned, as Mac pulled away. "Don’t you dare."
"I’m just going to get some juice."
"What are you doing now?"
"I’m going to have some cake."
"What about now?"
"Stella, what do you think I’m gonna do? Interrogate him?"
"Why not? You did with Eva’s husband, Fred!"
The whole lab gang watched from the dining room as Mac would go from the kitchen to the living room with Stella hot on his heels. Mac would walk briskly from one room to the other, making up excuse after excuse as to why, while Stella would follow half a foot behind him.
"Hey kid." Mac stared at the four year old.
"Hi Emily’s dad. You’re a police man, right?" The boy asked.
"Yeah, and I have a service weapon, you know what that is?"
"Mac!!" Stella practically dragged Mac away from the innocent and confused boy. "I am not going to let you traumatize little boys on my baby’s birthday!"
"I’m not going to traumatize anyone!" He protested.
"Mac, if you tell those boys you have a GUN I will never forgive you and either will Emily!" Stella shouted, holding him back.
"Fine! Fine! Can I tell Fred that I have a service weapon?"
"No!"

The Itsy Bitsy Spider Went Up the Statue of Liberty
By: LittleMissStella 2/3/09
Stella stepped into the crime scene cautiously. She hopped in between the splotches of blood on the hard cement concrete, her exotic green eyes scanning the scene skeptically. "Mac?"
"Stella?" Mac turned halfway to see the head of curls approach.
"What’s going o-ohmygod that’s a lot of spiders!" Stella felt every inch of her being bristle at the site of the creepy crawlers. Hundreds of them. Creeping and crawling and being oh so very nasty.
"I know, Stell, it’s okay. You won’t have to touch them, just...work around them." Mac tried, though the suggestion sounded futile even to him.
"Work around them? Mac, there are hundreds! Why are they even here?! Aren’t they going to contaminate the scene?" Stella started.
"They’re actually evidence themselves-" Mac was cut off.
"I’m not touching them! No way!" She said stubbornly.
"Come on Stella, you’ve dealt with them before." Mac smiled.
"They weren’t the size of cats then!" She persisted, hauling his ear to her mouth and shouting, making his mind ring.
"Stella they are not that big and who’s DAMN PHONE IS THAT?!" Mac shouted to the very confused officers.
"Mac, no one’s phone is ringing." Stella pointed out bluntly.
"Are you sure? Hello?" He spoke into his phone.
"I’m sure." She nodded, putting his phone away for him.
"Well, they aren’t that big." He tried again.
"Mac look at that one in the center! He’s bigger than the horses on Lindsay’s ranch in Montana!" She felt the color drain from her face as said horse-spider turned to face her and she could swear she was having a psychic moment. "Mac...it’s talking to me."
"Stella spiders can’t talk." Mac corrected. "No matter what you say, you are not going to leave me to process them all on my own."
Stella took in short, shaky breaths. Her shoulders jumped as she tried to swallow her fear, though it was crawling up her legs...literally.
"Stella, are you okay?" Mac eyed the tall, willowy woman as she stood frozen with fear. Her eyes were wide with tears stinging the corners and sticking to her long dark eyelashes. Her tan skin was three shades paler than normal and she was posed like the Statue of Liberty.
"Mac...they’re on me." She whispered hoarsely.
"What?" He squinted as her figure began to tremble.
"MAC THEY’RE ALL OVER ME!!" She screamed, higher than either would’ve guessed she was capable of, and threw her arms up, running blindly.
"What? Where?" Mac tilted his head, not seeing any spiders on her visible person, despite her usual low cut shirt...ahem...never mind.
"Ah! Get them off me!" She yelled, still flailing.

"Hello? Mac? What’s that shouting?"

"This just in: Spiders are Attacking the Statue of Liberty."

"What?!"

"Mac! Get these damn spiders off me!!"
"I gotta go, Don."
"Ah! They’re biting me!"
"Be careful! If you kill them they’re contaminated evidence!" Mac tried to get close enough to hold the woman still, but her fists kept him at bay while she jumped like she had ants in her...oh. So that’s where...
"Yes, Mac, because that’s really my primary concern right now!" She spat as one in particular was traveling up her thigh. "Oh god!!"
"Shake your legs!" Mac paused considering how weird it sounded.
"Never MIND!" The poor man didn’t even have time to turn around before Stella had jumped onto his back, squirming awkwardly.
"Stella!" Mac tried to balance himself but Stella was moving too much for him to even get two feet on the ground.
"Mac!" She wrapped her legs around him as she inched higher and higher until she was right on his shoulders with her upper body curled around his head, her arms around his neck.
"Stella! Get off of me!" Mac shouted, trying and failing to see where he was going with Stella’s hand over his eyes.
"Don’t you shout at me-THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!" She shouted back, wrapping her long and flexible legs tighter around his muscled torso. Every time he leaned too far to one side she’d lean the other way.
"Stella, I can’t see!" Mac pried her hand off his eyes.
"Mac!"
"What?!"
"Wall!" Stella and Mac both let out disheveled groans as they went heads first into the wall and toppled over. Mac twisted to keep from falling on and probably crushing Stella into pieces. She landed on his back as he landed on the concrete floor with a thud.
"Hm...that was a wall. How very observant." Mac grumbled, lifting his face off the floor. "Oh, my nose."
"You okay Mac?" Stella asked, pressing her hands on Mac’s back.
"I guess, where are you?" He looked side to side.
"Up here." She smiled sweetly, looking at him upside down.
"So is it YOUR knee in my groin?" He asked, also feeling a high heel in the back of his knee.
"Oh...Oh! Sorry!" Stella blushed as she realized she was straddling the marine quite solidly. One knee was in his groin, as he said, and another was pointed in towards his side. She scrambled up off of him, slightly missing the warmth but still sitting on the floor beside him.
"That’s okay, are you?" He asked, rubbing his head.
"Yeah, I’m fine I guess." She sighed, scratching her right calf.
"Are you okay? Did they bite you?" Mac asked worriedly.
"I don’t know..." Stella blinked, feeling her skin.
"Here, let me see." Mac looked closely at her leg as she pulled up her pant leg. "I don’t see any bite marks."
"I HATE spiders."
"I know, don’t think I’ve forgotten that shower incident."
"Well I did make it up to you."
"True...could you make it up to me again?"
"Anything for you Dt. Taylor." Stella cupped Mac’s jaw and kissed him sweetly. "How was that?"
"That made this whole thing worth it."

The Winter of Our Disrobement
By: LittleMissStella 2/14/09
Stella and Lindsay sat in the break room quietly. Stella’s jade eyes read the file in her hands line by line while Lindsay watched tv.
"AH!!"
"What was that?" Lindsay asked her older friend with worry.
"I don’t know, but it didn’t sound good." Stella murmured.
Stella and Lindsay followed the shouts until they came to the locker room door. From inside screams and swears could be heard abroad. They two woman looked at each other then decided to take the plunge.
"Dammit!" Mac cursed.
"Mac?!" Stella gaped as all the men in the locker room were either standing in the middle of the locker room in towels or were still in the showers, trying to find the door.
"Stella!" Mac shouted blindly. "The hot water shut off!!"
"Okay, just turn the water off." She yelled back.
"I can’t it won’t shut off! Tell Adam to shut off all the water!" He shouted. "And get me a towel!"
"Lindsay, tell Adam to shut off the main water supply!" Stella shouted, turning to see her friend staring at Danny’s behind while he was looking for his glasses. "Lindsay! Admire later! Go now!"
"Right!" She blushed, rushing out.
"Here Mac!" Stella held the towel out to him blindly, turning away in embarrassment.
"Thanks." He snatched it gratefully and wrapped it around him. "I don’t know what’s going on, but maybe the pipes froze."
"It’s possible, but that doesn’t explain why the water couldn’t stop." Stella watched as Mac dried off his hair with another towel. She looked around her to find herself surrounded by half naked police officers. Mac, Flack, Danny, even Hawkes was in there. She suddenly felt more than a little uncomfortable and extremely out of place. A blush crept its way into her cheeks as they blindly stumbled and bumped into her, pushing her around. One in particular hit her in the back and pushed her into Mac who steadied her.
"Whoa...I think that was a chick." The man said to himself. He wiped off his eyes to see a stunned looking Stella in an angry Mac’s arms. "Oh! Sorry Dt. Stella, I didn’t mean to...not that I mind."
"Hey! Back off!" Mac barked protectively as the man looked at Stella suggestively, obviously enjoying the sight of the Greek Goddess.
"S-Sorry, Dt. Taylor." He muttered, holding his hands up.
"Stella? You in here?" Flack called, wiping his eyes off.
"Yeah, Don!" She answered.
"What’s going on?" He asked his two friends, noticing Mac’s hands were still on Stella’s tiny arms protectively. They all looked as the frigid water trickled out and slowly stopped. "What’s up with that?"
"I don’t know. I guess Lindsay and Adam got the water shut off." Stella blinked, still trying to compose herself amidst the dozens of men.
"Lindsay?" Danny’s voice piped from the sea of taller men.
"Danny?" Lindsay called from the entrance.
"Hey, Linds, what’s goin’ on?" Danny asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, well, the water...uh..." Lindsay found herself at a loss for words as Danny stood before her in nothing but a towel. "Cold."
"Yes, we established the water was cold, but why?" Danny asked, touching her to make sure she was still with him.
"Oh! Something happened to the pipes, but we don’t know what." The honey blond shrugged.
"We should check that out." Said Mac.
"Ap-ap-ap! Not before being inspected, gentlemen." Sid announced, clearing himself a path. "You were in dangerously cold water, and we can’t risk anything. Stella, Lindsay, would you care to assist me?"
Stella and Lindsay smirked and pulled out their kits...seemingly out of nowhere. Sid nodded.
"So Sid, what exactly do you have to do, ‘ere?" Asked Danny.
"You should leave Ms. Monroe to the questions."
The room was split up into quarters. Sid with one unhappy fourth. Stella with another, including Mac and Mr. Pushy. Lindsay had Danny and his quarter. Angell was told how to process Flack and was then sent to do the rest of his quarter. By the time they were all done the poor men were left to stand in there for another half hour in their towels.
"Okay, gentlemen, stay warm, drink fluids, especially orange juice, and you’re free to go." Said Sid, snapping off his gloves.
"Stella, you and Flack come with me to check out the basement." Said Mac. He and Flack went to their lockers.
"I’M going to wait outside for you boys." Stella said in a somewhat high pitched voice, her cheeks a bright red.
"How did you like holding Stella like that? I know quite a few of those guys had an open interest in her." Flack chuckled as Mac’s normally serious face became even harder. "Oh coarse you liked claiming her for your own."
"Hey, I just protected her from some of those creeps. Why did we ever even hire these clowns?" Mac squinted.
"Hey, you’re just jealous ‘cause they were all ogling Stella. I saw you holding her." Flack smiled slyly.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Don. I saw you flirting with Angell too." Mac laughed back.
"Come on boys, hurry it up!" Stella shouted from outside. "What are you doing, having a naked time party?!"
"Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you Stell?" Don shouted as a come back. "I know you’re blushing!"
"Come on Don, stop teasing her." Mac smiled.
"Hey, the only one she wanted to see like this was you." Flack smiled back.
"What?" Mac scoffed, though he couldn’t help the coiling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Stella. Likes. You. Okay, now say it with me, Mac." Flack grabbed a very grouchy looking Mac’s jaw and moved to his will. "Stella. Likes-"
"Okay, that’s enough!" Mac barked, swatting Flack’s hand away.
"Just accept that you like Stella and she likes you." Flack insisted, slipping his undershirt on.
"Look Don, Stella doesn’t like me, we’re just friends." Mac replied, buttoning up his shirt.
"But you do like her, and you’re not just friends. You were never just friends. You guys have more physical contact than football players." He chuckled.
"You boys done?"

"Let’s see, I don’t see anything that’s been tampered with." Said Stella, looking at the works behind the metal of the nozzle with her flashlight. "Nothing out of place...nothing misaligned...nothing."
"Well...maybe we should look at the pipes." Mac replied.
"In the basement?" Flack cringed. "It smells like, well, dead bodies."
"Wait! Let me see. I think this might..." Stella put the flashlight in her mouth and moved a tiny blue wire. "Blue wire?"
"Blue wire?" Mac repeated, coming over to her. He leaned over her shoulder and looked at it.
Spurt!
Stella blinked and crossed her eyes to look at her nose, watching a droplet of water run off. She barely got a chance to look up when a waterfall came from the showerhead, drenching her and Mac to the bone. It was cold too. Freezing cold.
"Stella! Shut it off!" Mac shouted.
"I didn’t touch anything!" She shouted back, holding her hand in front of her face and reaching for the faucet. "It’s stuck!"
"Here!" Mac struggled to put his hand on hers. It was wet and slippery, but somehow still warm. He grabbed the faucet with her and turned it with her.
"Got it!" Stella smiled as the water trickled out. One particular curl, that was no longer curly, hung in front of her eyes.
"What was that?" Flack asked, trying to hold back his laughter. His two best friends and bosses-Stella technically wasn’t really his boss, but she didn’t need to get technical to get him to do something-soaking wet, fully clothed, stunned, freezing and practically connected to each other at the shoulders. Mac was standing behind and over Stella, with his hand still on hers. "Oh, what a cute couple."
"Just get us some towels, Don." Mac mumbled.
"Right, you two wanna be alone. Just don’t start-"
"Now, Don, now!" Mac barked.
"Right."

"I hate this basement." Flack murmured to himself.
"I know, it’s just so creepy." Stella shuddered.
"Focus, you two, we’re looking for the pipes." Mac chuckled.
"Hey Stella, is that a rat?" Flack gasped.
"WHERE?!!" Stella screamed, jumping three feet off the ground and hitting her head off the ceiling. A loud clang sounded as she came back down and into Mac’s arms bridal style. "Ow."
"Sorry, it was an oily rag." Don snickered.
"You did that on purpose!" Stella protested like a child.
"I did not!" Don shot back, equally immature.
"Stella I’m sure he didn’t mean to do that." Mac said gently to the Greek woman in his arms. She was still twitching from the scare of the rat. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her eyes had tiny little tears in the corners, ready to fall.
"I hate rats!" She yelled again.
"It’s okay, Stell, I’ve got you." Mac smiled wider, realizing how he was holding Stella and how good it felt. He hadn’t held anyone like that since...Claire. "I didn’t know you could jump that high."
"Yeah, neither did I." She sighed.
"You’re really tall, you know that? You’re almost as tall as me...in heels, anyway." Mac chuckled.
"Yeah, I’ve always been tall." She shrugged.
"Are you two going to help me check the pipes like that? Cause I think that might be a wee bit awkward, unless you share a flashlight." Flack laughed, pointing at the two blushing detectives.
"Don..." Mac warned, though a blush was in his cheeks.
"I can get down now, Mac." Stella said quietly, her cheeks a bright red and her heart thumping loudly.
"This pipe looks clogged." Flack said, tapping it.
"With what?" Asked Stella.
"I don’t know. Here, help me out." Mac and Stella looked up the pipe while Don looked for something to unclog it with.
"Oh, I think it’s clogged with..."
Splat!
"How many times is that going to happen today?!" Stella yelled angrily, wiping brown sludge from her eyes. "Tell me this is coffee."
"It smells like coffee, and it looks like coffee, so I’m hoping it’s not the alternative." Mac muttered, wiping his eyes off as well.
"I hate today." Stella grumbled.
"Hey! You got it unclogged!"

"This is my second shower today." Stella sighed.
"Mine too." Mac muttered from the shower beside her.
"I’m just glad the women’s room isn’t having any problems." She said quietly. Her cheeks were still crimson, her heart was still pounding and she was still, quite frankly, embarrassed and uncomfortable. If you were showering one stall away from your best friend and (considerably hot) boss in the women’s room, wouldn’t you be...well...I’d snicker.
"So am I, one cold shower a day is enough for me." Mac said, equally hushed. He rinsed his back off, closing his eyes out of respect for his partner as he turned full circle.
"Hm..." Stella brushed her straightened curls away from her face. Her hair was actually a lot longer when it was wet, the water turning her loops into waves that reached her shoulder blades. She turned slightly to see Mac’s pale, muscled, strong back and chest as turned three-sixty. Her eyes wandered down...down...until she had to turn around with the red spreading over the bridge of her nose and to her ears. ‘You didn’t have to look THAT far down! Bad Stella! Oh but he is SO sexy...’
"Mac? Stella?" Flack called from outside. "I should tell you, we-"
"AH!" Two screams came from the room.
"Mac?! Stella?!" Flack rushed in, worried for his friends.
"Oh for the love of God!" Stella cried, jumping out of the shower.
"Stella?! Mac?!" Flack froze.
"Ah!" Stella jumped behind Mac, her back to his.
"Don?" Mac froze.
"Ahem...sorry...I-I didn’t see anything." Flack muttered embarrassedly, covering his eyes and turning swiftly on his heel.
"S-Stella?" Mac felt Stella’s warm, wet back against his, and shivered. She was stark naked and using him as a shield. "Here, hold still, I’m going to grab some towels. My eyes are closed."
"Mm..." She squeaked, wrapping her arms around herself.
"This is unbelievable." Mac muttered, handing her a towel and wrapping his own around his waist.
"I can’t believe this." Stella shook her head, her hair drying quickly enough so her sopping waves were now damp ringlets.
"I know, now is the winter of our discontent."

"So far we’ve had a rat in the basement that was actually an oily rag and a pipe full of coagulated coffee. What’s next?" Stella groaned.
"I think I found the problem. The heating just shut off from last night’s power outage, that’s all. That must’ve froze the pipes."
"Oh dear lord." Mac shook his head.
"Unbelievable. I’m going to have a coffee TO DRINK NOT BATHE IN!" Stella huffed.

Mac, Flack and Danny were in the break room. Mac’s steely blue eyes were scanning a case file while Flack and Danny were watching a game.
"AH!"
"That didn’t sound good." Mac said, turning to the younger men.
"Oh, this is good." Danny chuckled.
"This is too funny." Flack shrugged.
"This is too unbelievable." Mac gaped.
The entire female staff of the crime lab was walking around the women’s locker room blindly and in towels.
Lindsay was rubbing the bruise she had gained from running into her locker and Stella was shaking her head like a dog. "MAC!!"
"Yeah, we forgot to actually defrost the pipes, didn’t we?"
"Yes, yes we did."
"MAC!!"
"Now is the winter of our disrobement."

I Saw Santa Clause Fall Out a Window
By: LittleMissStella 2/14/09
"Mommy, when is Santa coming?" Emily asked.
"Tonight, honey, after everyone’s asleep in bed. That’s when he’ll come stuff your stockings with presents for being such a good girl all year." Stella smiled brightly at her darling daughter and tugged at the bottom of her Christmas sweater.
"Has big brother been good all year?" She asked.
"I think so." Said Stella.
"I think so too." Emily declared happily, surprising her mother. "He shares his crayons with me and lets me have the last cookie."
"Oh, I am so proud of both of you." Stella beamed.
"When’s daddy coming home?" Emily asked in a sadder tone.
"Oh, sweetheart, he’ll be home before supper." Stella sighed, brushing a curl away from the little girl’s face.
"He promised." Emily was used to her father having to stay late because of work. Her mother always said it was a lot less than before she and her brother were born, but it was still far too often for Emily.
"I know, and he’ll be here. He always keeps his promises."
"Like when he promised he’d make it up to you when he missed your anniversary dinner last year?" Davie asked from in front of the tv.
"Yes, like that." She nodded.
"What did he do to make it up to you?" Asked Emily.
"He...bought me an ice cream cone." Stella said flatly, blabbing the first thing that came to mind that was appropriate.
"I’m home!" A familiar voice shouted from the doorway.
"Daddy!" Both kids ran to their father.
"Hey kids, you getting ready for tonight?" Mac asked his kids.
"Yep! Mommy let us put the angel on the top!" Emily chirped.
"That’s great, pumpkin." Mac smiled brightly, kissing his daughter on the cheek.
"We’re gonna make cookies for him after supper!"

After supper and the cookie making, Emily and Davie were sent to bed while the parents paced the living room.
"What are we going to do?" Asked Stella.
"I don’t know, honey, I don’t know." Mac answered his wife.
"If they come peek out and there’s no Santa they’ll be crushed." Stella murmured worriedly, her brows tilting. Her heart ached just thinking about her children’s pain. She was a very protective person and mother and definitely wife; God forbid if you looked at HER Mac...hm. During her three ‘loopy’ months, she had a fit about not being able to protect her baby after it was born.
"It’ll be okay, sweetheart, I’ll think of something." Mac assured the fretting woman, putting his hands on her tiny shoulders, a move he’d become accustomed to. "I got it!"
"What?" The Greek woman asked.
"You’re gonna love this." Mac kissed his wife’s lips quickly and rushed out, leaving the door open for her to close gently.
"Sure."

"Sir, are you asking if we have a Santa costume for you to rent at ten at night in New York City on Christmas eve?" The clerk asked.
"Yes, yes I am." Mac replied blankly.
"Alright-y then, here y’are." He smiled. "That’ll be fifteen bucks."
"Thank you, you’re saving two children’s christmas." Mac smiled.
"Okay, just have it back by tomorrow or it’s a twenty dollar fine!"

"Mac...what are you doing?" Danny asked through his cell phone, hearing traffic. "Shouldn’t you be home with Emmy, Davie and Stell?"
"Yeah, listen, I’m going to pose as Santa so the kids aren’t disappointed, and I was wondering if you’d mind if I dropped by your place to pick up a potato sack for the bag." Said Mac.
"No prob, boss, it’ll perfect, we can give you our presents for you guys. Come on by, Meggie’s in bed and dropped off like a rock." Danny chuckled lovingly, thinking about his little girl.
"Great, I’ll be over in ten minutes."

"Ho, ho, ho, it’s Old Saint Mac." Danny smiled.
"Very funny Danny, it was hell taking the elevator up here." Mac frowned through the fake beard. "First it was just me, in the Santa suit. Then there was a drunk lawyer who wanted to show me his wife’s ultrasound which was actually a mustard stain on a napkin, then there was an Irish policeman doing impressions of George Clooney, then there was a florist making a home delivery in December in a sun dress and trying to teach me Russian, then there was a bee farmer who was telling me about his successful brick making business that has bloomed beautifully in Japan, and the worst part was that I was the weird one."
"Sorry, I just never imagined you with a beard before...I like it." Mac raised an eyebrow. "You look like Dumbledore, or Papa Smurf."
"Hey Mac, merry Christmas." Lindsay smiled sweetly.
"Thank you, Lindsay, could I please use a potato sac?" Mac asked.
"Sure, Danny told me about the Santa plan." She laughed softly.
"I’m sure he did." Mac said flatly. "I just hope Flack and Angell are enjoying their Florida Christmas vacation."
"Aside from his bad sunburn and Angell being allergic to Mexican chili peppers, they’re doin’ fine." Danny shrugged.
"Right..." Mac blinked.
"Here you go, Mac. Good luck." Lindsay smiled.
"Thanks, since we don’t have a chimney we convinced the kids he came in some other way. I think I might just have to go in the fire escape." Mac sighed, slinging the sac over his shoulder.
"Good luck." Lindsay and Danny waved.
"Thank you. I’ll need it."

"Why, why oh why did I have to take the fire escape?" Mac griped to himself, grabbing the cold metal of the ladder. "Why? Why not the balcony door...no, scratch that, that’s even higher up."
"Mommy? Where’s daddy?" Davie asked, holding a sleepy Emily’s hand as the two leaned on each other.
"Oh sweetie, come here to mommy." Stella held her arms open for her children. They climbed onto the fluffy duvet and into their mother’s arms. "What are you two doing up?"
"We want to wait for Santa with you." Said Davie.
"Well you know Santa doesn’t come unless you’re asleep." Stella frowned. Mac wasn’t back yet, and their king sized bed was cold and lonely without her husband there to hold her in his protective grip.
"We know, can we just stay here?" Asked Emily.
"Oh, of coarse you can, sweetheart. Come and get cozy."
"Oh for the love of God!" Mac groaned, dangling from the ladder. When he’d finally managed to haul himself up his arms were on fire. He managed to get the window open, but he hit the lamp as well. Now, Stella was smart enough to leave said lamp on for her husband, but she had no idea he was going to tip it over like that.

"Mommy, what was that noise? Was it Santa?" Emily asked excitedly, rubbing the sleep from her large eyes.
"It might be." Stella replied. "I hope he’s okay."
Mac stumbled into the living room and managed to avoid serious injury because the Christmas tree was still lit up, but he did have some trouble. He placed the presents under the tree carefully and got up a little too quickly. His beard got caught in the ornament covered branch, making him stumble and pull out the cord for the lights. "Oh f-ruit cake!" He swore loudly.

"Santa??!" Emily, Davie and Stella all asked themselves.

"Oh for the love of G-obstoppers!" Mac bit angrily, untangling himself from the tree. He managed to get his synthetic beard free but tripped over the coffee table, sending him flying into the bookshelf which toppled over and hit him over the head. "Ow! Mother-Theresa!"

"Mommy? Is santa breaking and entering?" Asked Davie.
"No sweetie, just the breaking." Stella sighed. "I’ll go see him."

"Oh dear l-and before time!" Mac grumbled, putting everything back into place.
"Mac? Are you okay?" Stella asked, squinting as she flipped on the low-lights. "Sweetie?"
"Oh, Stella. Where are the kids?" Mac asked breathlessly.
"They’re in our bed, waiting for Santa." Said Stella.
"Oh, I’m sorry I’m late, dear, it’s harder than it looks to climb those metal ladders." Mac smiled weakly.
"Oh Mac, I love you. You’re a loving husband, a fantastic father, a jolly old mythical figure." She laughed.
"Well I do what I can." Mac chuckled, leaning in to kiss his wife.
"Santa’s gonna kiss mommy!" Davie cried, pointing at his mother.
"What?!" Stella turned to see her kids in the door way.
"What?!" Mac lost his footing as Stella whipped around. He stumbled backward until he actually fell out of the window.
Bang!
Clang!
Ding!
Bam!
Stella cringed at every awful sound she heard from outside, already imagining the pain her beloved Mac was in. "Oh gosh."
"Mommy, were you really going to kiss Santa?" Emily asked.
"No, sweetie, just thanking him for the presents. Now you two run off to bed while I...help Santa." She said quickly, rushing them out.

"Oh heaven help me!" Mac shouted as he landed in the dumpster with a loud clang.
"Mac?! Are you okay?!" Stella called from the window.
"There’s leftover pudding in my eyes." He groaned loudly.
"I’m coming!" Stella shouted, grabbing her overcoat and locking the door.
"AH! Racoons! Get ‘em off! Ah! They’re eating the Chinese food stuck to my back!" Mac shouted, fighting off the scavengers but losing.
"Hold on, honey." Stella bounded out the door, seeing a drunk lawyer, an Irish policeman, a florist in a sun dress and a bee farmer. She paused for a moment to look at them blankly. "Merry Christmas!"
"Oh! There’s some kind of soup down here! It’s in my racoon wounds!" Mac groaned, finally making his way out of the dumpster. "Oh god, what is this? Whiskey?"
"Mac?" Stella looked left, then right, and kept running.
"What in the world?" Mac pulled something hard and metal out of his beard. "A lighter?"
"Mac?!" Stella called, rounding the corner.
"Ah!" Mac patted dropped to the ground and rolled for his life, trying to put out the whiskey smelling fire. "Stop drop and roll!"
"Oh my god!" Stella put her hands over mouth at the sight of her extra crispy husband. "Mac, baby, are you alright?"
"I guess I’ll have to pay that twenty dollar fine."

"Oh..." Mac moaned as Stella rubbed alcohol on the scratch on his shoulder. "Ow!"
"Oh, Mac." Stella sighed concernedly.
"Well the kids had a good Christmas, that’s all that matters." Mac smiled as Stella put the alcohol back in their bathroom and came back to bed, still in her favorite shirt of his. It was a black silk dress shirt she bought him but ended up wearing more than him.
"I love you, honey." She kissed his cheek and slid in bed with him, curling up to him on her right side.
"I love you too, Stella." He turned over and wrapped his strongly muscled arms around her delicate form and nestled his face in her curls. "I really hope this doesn’t happen again next year, I don’t think I can do that again. That was worse than Marine training."
"Well, the kids’ll always remember Santa going out the window."
"And you kissing him."
"Well I certainly wasn’t expecting you to get lit on fire."
"Either was I."
"I’m just glad you’re alright."
"And I never want to eat pudding ever again."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Goodnight Mr. Claus."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Claus."

LoopdeLoop
By: LittleMissStella 2/25/09
Stella basically tiptoed around the lab quiet as a field mouse. She’d taken to wearing flip-flops lately, for whatever reason, and she was looking for something-anything to bring the thought hamsters in her mind back to life. The poor little guys were just laying in their wheels, bordering comatose, waiting for some action. "Let’s see...who can I bug? Lindsay’s to lunch, Mac’s on a case...Flack!"

"Alright, this is serious." Flack sighed, rubbing his brow. "I told you, if one of you guys really wants to get my coffee for me, learn how I like it! More importantly who puts honey coffee? That’s like giving a fruit bat vegetables. It just doesn’t make sense. Of coarse that’s not as bad as you!"
"Me, sir?" One bushy haired cadet asked, pointing to himself.
"Yes you, my bushy haired friend. If you knew this was coffee, why did you put marshmallows in it?" He asked.
"I like marshmallows in coffee." Another boy said quietly.
"Right, I suggest both of you young men get help." Flack sighed, sitting back down at his desk.
"Hey, how goes the training?" Asked Angell, handing him a steaming hot cup of coffee sans marshmallows.
"Ah! This is coffee! Thank you, and not well. These guys shouldn’t even be eagle scouts let alone police trainees." Flack griped.
"Hey guys, what’cha doing?" Asked Stella.
"Hey Stella, how are you two?" Angell asked her friend brightly.
"We’re great! Still a little loopy, but nonetheless fantabulicious!" Stella giggled.
"Is that a word?" Flack squinted.
"No, not really." Stella smiled, shaking her head a making her curls bounce with her. "In any case-I’m bored!"
"Well then find something to do." Flack shrugged.
"I could, or I could let loose a stampede of bouncy-balls!" Stella said excitedly. Angell paled slightly and hightailed it off the corner of Flack’s desk and out of PD. She knew what was coming.
"Wait...what?" Flack blinked, spinning around to see Stella standing proudly by the door in all her bubbly glory. "Where would you even get that many balls, and how would you get them here?!"
"I have my ways...balls ho!" She shouted, opening the door as a flood of balls, large and small, plastic and rubber, bounced in. Stella watched and laughed to herself. "Heh, I said balls. That’s funny."
"What the f-" Flack was cut off by a bouncy ball getting caught in his open jaws. A soccer ball bounced off his head as a dodge ball hit him in the behind. "Where are they coming from?! Where would you find so many to buy in one place?!!"
The entire NYPD was soon filled to the windows with plastic orbs and spheres of all kinds. From the outside you could see several officers shmucked up against the windows uncomfortably.
"Bye, Flack!" Stella waved, bounding out happily.
"Bye, Stell." Flack murmured from somewhere amidst the impromptu ball pit. "Am I ever gonna be glad when she has that baby."

"Who can I annoy next?" Stella asked herself, looking to her left and right. Her olive green sun dress swayed around her knees when she did so. Half her hair was tied back with a yellow ribbon and her flip-flops were a light brownish color. "Who...who...who?"
"Hey Stella." Hawkes waved.
"Hawkes!!" She screamed, scaring the man.
"What?! What’s going on, are you alright?" Hawkes asked with worry in his voice, almost going to touch her stomach but that was a bad idea at the moment. "Is the baby okay?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, everything’s fine." She scoffed. "Come play with me!"
"Stella, I have work to do." Hawkes said gently to the woman.
"Just one fishing video game, please?" She asked, batting her dark eyelashes over puppy dog jade eyes.
"Alright." Hawkes let her drag him to the break room before looking at her strangely. "We don’t have video games here."
"Yes we do!!" Stella held out her arms to show a random x-box.
"Where’d you get that?" Asked Hawkes.
"I dunno, now let’s fish!" She said intensely.
"Alright." Hawkes shrugged, figuring Stella’s normally calm self was probably even more hormone drugged than most women would be.
"I want to catch a sturgeon!" She giggled.
"Stella, you can’t catch sturgeon in this game-apparently you can."
"Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winnah!!" Stella jumped, cheering for herself. "Choowoo!! Go Stella! It’s your birthday! Go Stella! Get your party on! Go Stella! Uh-huh!"
"I didn’t know you knew how to do the cabbage patch dance." Hawkes said more to himself than her as she danced around frivolously. She was indeed doing the cabbage patch, quite well, too.
"Charlie Brown!!" She put one hand on her half-up hair do and grabbed her ankle with the other, humming to herself all the while.
"Right, well I’m gonna leave you to...that." Hawkes said slowly, getting up and exiting with equal caution, watching the woman dance.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, Macarena!" She moved her hands from her hips to her butt and shook it to the beat in her head, ready to go for another round and putting her hands out.
"Stella, I..." Adam froze in the doorway as he watched the Greek woman dance...dance like no one was watching. Hands on her hips, hands on her...and the shaking... "I’m gonna go."
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, Macarena!"

"Hey Danny! Will you give me a piggyback like you do Lindsay?" Asked Stella.
"I told you, that’s our secret." Danny said in a hushed tone.
"Like how you play barbies with Meggie, sometimes, or how you play princesses, or tea party, or how you and Lindsay have a special role playing game that you play when you get frisky on Friday nights?" Stella asked quickly, her words running together. "Frisky Fridays?"
"How do you even-never mind!" Danny sighed, remembering all too well how hormones changed women who were pregnant.
"Will you PLEEEZZ give me a piggyback?" She pleated.
"Fine, just one quick lap around the lab, and then we’re done." Danny sighed again, kneeling so the tall woman could get on his back.
"Oh thank you Danny! It’s so boring around here without Mac." She whined, climbing onto Danny’s back, hooking her legs around his torso and hugging his neck. "I’m lonely."
"Aw, poor sweetheart." Danny pouted for her sake. "Let’s go."
"Yeehaw!" Stella kneed him in the back to make him go.
"Alright, alright, can you not make a scene?" Danny grumbled, feeling his back crack. Stella was definitely not heavy, god forbid if you told her so; in her current state of mind she’d bend your arm in a way it should never bent. His back could only take so much weight. Stella was approximately Lindsay’s weight, maybe even a bit lighter because of her slim, dancer’s figure, but that four month old baby was already making her add on some pounds. Again, don’t say so or you’ll walk away with a dent in your head and a frozen carp in your pants. It’s chilly in there.
"Woohoo!" Stella cheered from atop the New Yorker.
"Alright, Stell, time to get off." Danny heaved, letting her off.
"Thanks Danny, I’m going to see Sid." She waved, skipping off.
"I wish him luck.

"Hi Sid!" Stella beamed.
"Hello Stella, how are you?" Sid asked in his usual polite manner.
"I’m goooooooood." She drawled. "What’cha doin?"
"Just a cuttin." Sid answered, holding up a pair of giant scissors.
"Oh! Can I use those?!" Stella asked in wonder of the large, pointy, shiny, metal blades.
"Well, sure, but I-"
"I’m gonna make a swan." She whispered, going to work on cutting a sheet of white cloth. Once she’d cut it appropriately she handed the scissors back to Sid and dumped a bucket of water on it. In the cold temperature it froze quickly. She bended and folded each piece with her usual attention to detail.
Crack!
"Done!" She said proudly, standing to admire her work.
"You made a swan out of my victim’s sheet." Sid said flatly, looking back to his naked table subject. "I hope he wasn’t a self-conscious man."
"You go ahead and keep that." Stella smiled, patting the man on the back and skipping out, making all the men inside gape behind her.
"I always wanted my own swan that smelled of dead people."

"That doesn’t strike you as odd, abnormal, unusual, strange, uncommon, irregular, atypical, weird, BIZARRE?!" Lindsay demanded, raising her voice with every adjective.
"Not at all. You should see what she does at home." Mac chuckled, watching his wife line up the last domino beside his empty coffee mug and topple it over just as quickly. He entered when he saw the dominos pass the doorway and watched as they kept winding into one last domino. "Hello, Stella, dear."
"Mac!" Stella ran at her husband and jumped up to hug him tightly. He spun her around to balance their weight as she kissed his lips hungrily, making him lightheaded. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, honey." He smiled, setting her down.
"Give me your clothes!" She said suddenly and impatiently.
"Now?" He gaped.
"Yes, now!" She snapped.
"Fine." Mac unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to her lazily.
"Pants, mister." She demanded.
"Stella, you can’t strip me down naked in my own lab." Mac sighed, knowing full well everyone else knew he knew he was wrong.
"Pants!" She barked.
"Here!" Mac undid his belt and slid his jeans and socks off, handing them to her.
"You can keep your boxers on." She shrugged, bundling her husband’s clothes in her arms and smiling. "I’m off to do laundry!"
"Have fun, sweetie." Mac sighed, plopping down heavily.
"Did that just happen?" Lindsay asked, still stunned from seeing her best friend strip down their boss in the middle of a glass paneled lab and walk away with his clothes to do laundry on the government’s dime.
"Yes, Lindsay, yes it did." Mac grumbled.
"Hey, I-whoa!" Danny jumped back, scuffing the floor a bit. "Mac, you get an invisible suit, or what? Is it come to work without clothes day? Or did you just decide pants were so last season?"
"I don’t want to hear it, Danny." Mac muttered under his breath.
"Stella?" Danny asked.
"Stella." Mac half-frowned-half-smiled. On one hand; he was sitting in his underwear in his office for all the lab to see. On the second hand; his wife was only acting insane because she was pregnant. "This isn’t even that weird, what she’s doing here. At home, last night, she made herself a hot chocolate bath. She ironed our curtains while watching fashion tv and crying because the rich girls were so dumb. She walked around with a vanilla cupcake in her right hand for the whole day and didn’t eat it until I brought at least a dozen bunches of bananas home for her. She wanted a quiet place to read so she crawled into the cupboard and fell asleep sitting in a mixing bowl. She decided to take the ceiling fan for a ride and finally, she’s developed a spontaneous laundry habit that kicks in at any time of the day, as you can see."
"Well, I was almost as bad." Lindsay shrugged. "Stella’s mind probably never stops, never slows down, so the hormones are probably telling her to do these things to keep her occupied, rather than eat certain foods. Most women get cravings, Stella get’s urges."
"I wish it were that simple to understand every night." Mac sighed.
"Well, look at it this way. You can be lemon fresh every minute of the day now." Danny chuckled.
"Don’t make me tell her she can piggyback you any time she wants." Mac warned, very serious.
"Okay, okay, it’s just...how does she come up with those...?"
"Ideas for the crazy stuff she’s doing?"
"Same place I got my cravings for seaweed cookies and mangos."
"I call it Loopy Land, ‘cause it’s full of loop-dee-loops and sugar."


I Miss Her EveryDay
Posted by 3Mazzy-Bee, 27/2/09

Stella tried to push out the crease on her black lace skirt but it wasn't budging.
Shifting in her chair she glanced over to Flack on her right hand side who was mumbling a tune under his breath.
9/11 rememberance days had never been easy, especially since Mac was asked every year by Sinclair to do his part in remembering the dead but politely declined.
As the last speaker sat down and Sinclair took to the stand again.
"I would like to thank everyone for coming today. It was been six years since this dreadful event engulfed our city and so many people lost loved ones. I would like Detective Mac Taylor to be our last speaker today. Mr Taylor?" Sinclair said akwardly, scanning the crowds to try and find Mac.
Glaring down at one of his assistants, they just shrugged their shoulders.
"He said he would be here!" Sinclair muttered.

Just then the doors flung open at the back of the hall.
Everyone twisted round to see who had just entered so late in the rememberance service to find Mac breezing down the passage.
"Mac," Sinclairbreathed furiously," so nice of you to join us."

Flack looked at Stella who was as equally stunned as he was.
"I didn't think he would show up" Flack whispered to a gawping Stella.
"Me either," Stella replied, knowing something was up.

Shuffling past Sinclair, Mac looked out over the crowd of people, packed into the tiny hall.
Picking out the familiar faces of Stella, Flack and the team, he took a deep breath and began.

"Six years ago, I lost my wife. Many people lost loved ones that day. One of the hardest things was knowing that they never found my wifes body but I can tell you what floor she has on. What room she was in. The story has always been that the last time I spoke to Claire was when we both left for work that morning. But something I have only ever told my best friend Stella Bonasera was I spoke to Claire three minutes before the plan crashed into the north tower.
She was photocopying in her office. I miss her everyday. She need leaves my mind and a promise I make to myself whenever I take on a case is I will finish it for Claire, for myself and especially for the family of the deceased. The only way I have been able to carry on this far in my life has been through the support of my team, inparticular Stella Bonasera. She has there for me when I needed her the most, on the days when I would have happily dug myself a hole and never come out. The moments when I felt like if I died it would be better as I would be with Claire. In many ways Claire and Stella are similar, they both have a passion which they feel strongly about, they have been there for me the whole time I have known them and I love them both with my whole heart. Everyone who lost someone six years ago will agree with me that those were some of the most testing days in our lives and we made it. Thank-You"

As Mac stepped down from the podium Stella could feel her eyes beginning to cloud over.
Tears started to slowly trickle out of her eyes. Mac sat down next to her and slipped his hand into hers. Feeling him squeze in gently she turned to look at him and smiled.
"Did you really mean what you said up there?" Stella whispered to him.
"Mean what?" Mac teased, knowing full well what Stella ment.
"When you said you loved me with your whole heart."
"Yes Stella, I really did mean it."


Ice Creams and Sunshine Don't Mix.
Posted by 3Mazzy-Bee, 16/3/09


Mac and Stella strolled through Central Park together, arms linked as Stella whistled a tune to herself.
"It's really hot Mac, don't you think," Stella smiled as she whipped off her jacket and threw it over Mac's shoulder.
"Um... ye, suppose," Mac frowned, spotting an ice-cream van in the distance.
"Oh ice-cream!" Stella giggled, running ahead of Mac to get there first.
"Stella wait up!" Mac called after her bouncing curls as he had to break into a run himself.
Catching up with her, she had all ready ordered her ice-cream and was thoughtfully licking it.
"Did you get me one?" Mac asked hopefully.
"Nope," Stella grinned,"but you can try abit of mine if you want."
Offering her ice-cream towards Mac he leaned in only to have it cruelly snapped away from him/
"Stell!," Mac protested,"that's not fair!"
"Fine," Stella laughed, handing over the money for another sunshine sundae.
"Aww thanks Stell,"
"Ye, you owe me now Taylor."

Sitting down on a bench Stella began to feel another heat wave coming on.
"Man this sun is sooooo hot! Can you hold my jumper for my aswell please Mac?" Stella aske sweetly.
"Oh I suppose," Mac grinned.
"What does your ice-cream taste like?"
"Err same as yours Stella seen as they are the same."
"Let me taste anyway."
Leaning over, Stella seductivaly licked her tongue round Mac's ice-cream.
Sensing his chance, Mac pushed the ice-cream into Stella's nose, sending the whole scoop of ice-cream down her top.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Stella screamed, standing up and trying to flap the ice-cream out of the bottom of her t-shirt.
"Let me Stella," Mac laughed, sticking his hand down the front of her top and scooping the ice-cream out with his fingers.
"Thanks Mac," Stella giggled, as Mac dumped the offending ice-cream into the bin and licked the remaining melted bits off his fingers.
"Maaaaaaac," Stella whinged,"I'm still extremely hot!"
"Will this cool you off?" Mac laughed as he pushed Stella into the pond beside them.
"Maaaaaaaaaac!" Stella shouted, dragging herself out of the cold water.
"Did it cool you down?"
"Y..e...sh." Stella said, pretending to let her teeth chatter.
"Oh come here," Mac smiled, pulling Stella into a close embrace.
"Feeling warmer yet?"
"Yes thanks Mac," Stella whispered, pushing her head closer into Mac's chest.
"Now, wasn't that an eventful day off?"

My Sister and Me
By: LittleMissStella 3/25/09
“Nah, Adam, you’re like a little brother to me!”

He’d never felt so confident. So confident in himself, so confident in life! When he’d first got to the NY crime lab he was a mousy young man who pretty much threw himself into trouble. He had trouble watching his tongue, and got in the most trouble when he’d actually said it right the first time but was being paranoid. That went on for a while, especially after he met Detective and CSI first grade Stella Bonasera.
She was a drop-dead gorgeous Greek woman with eyes like shining peridot gems and caramel colored curls that framed her face to perfection. They tumbled onto her tan shoulders and lured men after them like strings around their necks. He was trailing off, in any case...
Over time, he learned that not only was she as sweet and caring as she was beautiful, but she was not open for admiring. Says who?
Says Mac Taylor.
He was extremely protective of his Stella and God forbid if you looked at her in a certain way.
Adam learned to look at her like a big sister, rather than a beautiful woman, and he was okay with that.
No one had ever shown so much care about him before.
“Hey!” A woman’s voice called from behind.
“Hey, Kendall.” Adam smiled, turning to the blond woman.
“I just wanted to ask you two things. First, do you have your DNA ran yet?” When he didn’t answer she took it as a no and smiled. “That’s fine, just get it done ASAP. Second, are we still on for dinner?”
“Y-yeah...” He smiled back at the woman shyly. They’d been dating for a while, yes, but something about her made his heart flutter.
“Good...” She tossed a glance over her shoulder in order to see Danny approaching. “See ya!”
“Bye!” Adam waved after her.
“Adam, got my DNA?” Danny asked impatiently.
“No, sorry, samples are piling up.” Adam shook his head, going back into the lab where the sample three ahead of Danny’s wasn’t even done.
“Come on Adam, if I don’t have these results in point five, Montana’s gonna bite me in places that should never be bitten.” Danny griped with a sigh. “Geez!”
“I’m doin’ what I can, man.” Adam said somewhat defensively.
“Well work faster.” Danny said flatly, smacking Adam up side the head lightly.
“Hey! If you hit me my sister will beat you with French bread!” Adam pointed, stating it confidently.
“What? You don’t have a sister!” Danny frowned.
“Stella said that if anyone hit me she would beat them with a source European carbohydrates!” Adam said pointedly again, not at all registering how odd the randomly selected threat was.
“Right, in any case, I don’t want Stella chasin’ after me with a baguette so get me those results.” Danny smiled, leaving briskly.
“Right...” Adam couldn’t believe he’d said that. He would never be so audacious with a CSI before, but it felt good. His self esteem was growing, though it was microscopic already and he wasn’t even half a step close to an ego.
“Hey Adam, did you get that DNA done? Danny was supposed to get it from you but I figured he forgot.” Lindsay shrugged.
“I don’t have it done yet, sorry, and Danny already stopped by.” Adam said distractedly, putting in the sample just in front of theirs.
“Really?” She blinked.
“Yeah, but I told him to hold his horses.” He shrugged back.
“Really? I’m impressed.” She smiled.
“Oh! Results are done!” Adam handed the country girl the sheet quickly. “There y’are.”
“Thanks Adam.” She waved. “Nice cologne, by the way.”
“Thanks! It’s Mediterranean Coastline!”

The day was going well for him. Since Stella had told him she thought of him like her little brother he felt...fantastic!
Sure, his dad had never cared about him, and his mother wasn’t...around, but Stella had shown him that people cared about him.
Which brought him to present; walking to Mac’s office.
Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera were madly in love, it was common knowledge. They needed each other, yes, but Adam wasn’t all that happy about it. He wanted Stella, his big sister, to be happy, but he really didn’t want her to get hurt. She’d suffered enough; she didn’t need... He knew how some men got when it came to the women in their life, the whole Anything/one hurts her I’ll kill them and everything of the sort. Mac Taylor was an intimidating man, and no one scared Adam more, but Stella was worth it. He was going to do this.
“Mac?”
“Adam.” Mac greeted with a faint smile. He turned in his swivel chair and smiled at the younger man, just enough to be friendly but not enough to show the tiny hint of a scar at the left corner of his mouth.
“I need to talk to you.” Adam started firmly and boldly.
“Okay, you have my attention.” Mac nodded with a frown.
“I care about Stella.” Adam started solidly again. Mac’s eye brows shot up and his smile instantly vanished. “Not in that way, but I do care about her. She told me that she considers me like a brother, and I’ve never had that before. I feel I have a responsibility to her, now, and I wanna protect her as much as I can. So, here goes-I’m just gonna say it.”
“I’m listening...” Mac said cautiously.
“I don’t want you hurting Stella.”
Mac looked gobsmacked, with his jaw hanging and his eyes open and alarmed. “Excuse me?!”
“Let me explain! Sir, there’s no one who scares me, or intimidates me, or whom I respect more than you. Now we both know how tough Stella’s had it in the past, and we both know you’d never hurt her or let anything hurt her, ever, but I want to be clear that I’m not scared enough let you in so easily. I’m scared right now, believe me, I am, but she’s my sister, and I don’t want anyone hurting her.”
“Adam.” Mac said darkly, stepping from behind his desk. He approached the young man and reached his hand out slowly. Adam’s shoulders jumped slightly, but he nodded, showing he knew Mac wouldn’t hurt him. Mac placed his hand on his shoulder. “You have my respect as well. I guess, as her brother, you have a right to know I’ll be good-good as gold-to her.”
Adam smiled brightly, letting out a relieved laugh. “Thanks.”
“Hey! There’s my boys!” Stella came in and hugged the two men to her shoulders and smiled at each. “What’cha doin?”
“Just...having a man to man talk.” Mac smiled at his love.
“I see, well I hope you boys are being nice.” She smiled back at Mac with a smokey look in her eyes. She turned to Adam with a less seductive smile. “I can’t have my brother and boyfriend fighting.”
“Nah, we’re just talking about...” Adam trailed off.
“About his role in the wedding.”
Stella and Adam both froze and stared at Mac, who was smiling even if a little nervously.
Stella’s heart was beating furiously though her throat wasn’t moist enough to sputter even a syllable.
Adam looked at Mac, who looked at him, almost for approval. He just started to smile and nodded ever so slightly.
“Mac?” Stella asked with wide eyes.
“Not an ordinary proposal, but you’re no ordinary woman.” Mac smiled. Stella walked up to him slowly, her cheeks flushing. She kissed his lips sweetly, slowly, but passionately.
Adam blinked, flushing at the sight. “Um...”
“I do.” She whispered into Mac’s excitedly, making him shiver.
“So...so...what am I gonna do?” Adam asked, if anything just to break the potentially awkward and/or embarrassing air in the room.
“You can hold the little blue box.” Mac smiled, pulling out said box and opening it to show the most beautiful ring to his beautiful bride.
“Oh Mac.” Stella sighed, blushing slightly as she hugged him and never wanted to let go. She buried her face in his chest and sighed.
“Well...um...good talk.”

Miss Understanding
By: LittleMissStella 3/29/09
“Put it in. Take it out. Put it in. Take it out. Put it in. Take it out.”
“Sounds pretty routine.”
“It is routine, and I wish I could do something about it.”
“What have you tried?”
“Well that’s the thing, most of the time it’s too hard.”
“Oh come on, it can’t be that hard.”
“Oh, it is. I just can’t get it to settle once it’s down.”
“Have you tried brushing it?”
“That just makes is worse! I don’t know, but Mac...”
“Mac what?”
“He’s the cause of all this!”
Mac’s head was about to pop and it looked like he was hit repetitively with a wet sponge. He was trying to find Lindsay to discuss the case when he’d heard their...conversation. “Just walk away.”
“Stella, your hair is fine, and Mac loves it anyway.” Lindsay smiled, though she could understand her friend’s worry.
“I know, it’s just...suddenly I got really self conscious of them.” Stella said with worry, touching the afore mentioned curls.
“You always used to leave them down, why start putting them in a ponytail or bun, now?” Asked Lindsay.
“Oh, it’s stupid.” Stella sighed, though Lindsay’s eyes urged her to go on. “I heard Mac and Flack talking about me, and Mac said that he thought they were cute.”
“And this is a bad thing...how?” Lindsay squinted. Some girls got self conscious about such things, but she couldn't see Stella being self conscious. Ever!
“Well...every time I saw Mac after that I felt like he was staring at them, and I’d start blushing.” Stella said on the verge of franticness, waving her hands around her head and blushing at the thought. “Then he’d ask what was wrong and I’d blush more!”
“Sounds to me like you should just leave them down if he likes them so much. It might actually help move your relationship along.” Lindsay sighed. She loved Stella, she really did; they’d had their ups and downs but she was like a big sister to her and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her. When it came to unresolved sexual tension Mac and Stella were topped by no other, and it was frustrating to someone who knew how much they really loved each other. Also how stubborn they could be. In any case, Lindsay really wanted to help her best friend, but no matter what she said there was no way anyone was going to help Stella out of her frame of mind at the time...except for the one responsible. An evil grin crept onto her face as she giggled like an evil Smurf. “Yes...”
“Lindsay...?” Stella blinked. Lindsay turned to her and blinked as well. “You’re scaring me.”
“I gotta go! Good luck Stella!” Lindsay shouted over her shoulder as she ran out of the break room and down the hall, plowing her way through the oncoming traffic of lab techs. “S'cuse me! Sorry! Move it! I’m on a mission!”
“I wonder about that girl sometimes.” Stella murmured to herself, shaking her curly head and getting up to leave. She pulled out the ribbon she’d been using-elastics would get stuck in hair and never be found again-and tied the curls in a ponytail once again.

“Whoa Bessie, what’s the emergency?” Danny asked.
“Bessie? That’s a new one!” Lindsay rolled her eyes.
“What’s goin’ on?” He asked again, walking with her.
“Stella’s freaking out about her hair because Mac said he thought it was cute, and I’m trying to find him so they can talk it out.” She said seriously, her steps even and defined.
“Well, Mac has this thing for curly hair.” Danny muttered, twisting his mouth in a muppet like fashion.
“Well Stella’s tired of always putting her hair up and then taking it out, so I’m going to talk to him.” She huffed.
“I would not wanna be him right now.” Danny muttered to himself, though he was secretly smiling on the inside picturing his sweet little Lindsay throwing his boss out a window...or worse. “Besides, Mac told me about how she’d been putting her hair up lately, and how he wishes she’d leave it down.”
“Well, he’s got a lot of nerve.” Lindsay growled.
“What’s so awful about him thinkin’ Stell’s hair is cute, anyway?” He frowned.
“She’s getting really self conscious!” Lindsay blustered again. Seeing how Danny’s face remained blank, she sighed. “Remember how you said my curls were cute, and right after that I got my hair cut?”
“Yes, and you’re hair is still cute to me.” He smiled. His smile only grew when he saw a faint pink rise to her cheeks.
“Don’t interrupt me!” She snapped, though her voice was anything but sharp. “Girls get self conscious about this kind of thing.”
“So, this is a problem...” Danny squinted.
“YES!!”

Mac’s eyes were still wide from Stella’s words.
In. Out. Routine. Mac. Problem.
He was romantically inept; he knew it, everyone knew it, Stella didn’t seem to, though, but maybe it was finally catching up with her. He didn’t know much about pleasing women, be it romantically or the other way that children shouldn’t really learn about until they’re at least twelve years old, but Stella didn’t seem upset with him in any way. She’d actually been very affectionate, except that whenever he even looked at her hair she’d leave, or distract herself by any means necessary. Of coarse, her hair was attached to her head, which included her (stunningly gorgeous) face, so he was having a rather hard time with it.
“Mac!” Lindsay shouted, shocking him out of his state.
“Lindsay?”
Whap!
“What the hell was that for?!” Mac gaped, rubbing his head where Lindsay had hit him with...he tilted his head to read the cover of the book she’d hit him with; How to Deal With Men for Dummies. Ironic. Where would she get that? And who the hell wrote it for that matter?!
“Why’d you have to go and tell Stella her hair was cute?! She can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s all YOUR fault!” Lindsay griped.
“Excuse me? You and Stella were the ones talking about...us.” Mac felt heat bubble up from the base of his neck.
“What are you talking about?” Lindsay frowned.
“Put it in. Take it out. Ring a bell?” He hissed.
“That...” Lindsay’s doe-brown eyes widened to the size of tennis balls. Small tennis balls, but tennis balls nonetheless. “Wait, you thought we were talking about...Mac, Stella was talking about her hair.”
“What?”
“She was telling me how hard it was for her to do her hair every morning. You thought we were talking about...” A violent wave of embarrassment hit the cowgirl head-on. She would never be able to look at Mac the same way EVER AGAIN. “Ewww!”
“Thank you for that.” Mac dead panned as she rushed out, waving her hands around her face to make it go away.
“Hey Mac, what’s wrong with Lindsay?” Stella asked him.
“Misunderstanding.” He murmured. He looked up at her with his piercing blue eyes, drawing in her peridot ones. He held her gaze as the familiar blush of nervousness came to her cheeks.
“I gotta-”
Stella made to leave but he shot out from behind his desk and grabbed her wrist, spinning her towards him and holding her barely an inch away from him. “Mac?”
“Stella.” He smiled, bringing his hand to the back of her head and letting his fingers delve into the ocean of curls ever so slightly and massage them. She let out a moan of pleasure and leaned into his touch. He found an end of the ribbon and pulled it out swiftly, chuckling to himself.
She let out an almost inaudible whimper from lack-of-Mac and looked at him with a pout. “I was enjoying that.”
“Stella, leave your hair down.” He whispered, coming a breath away from her glossed lips. His breath hit her face and made her heart pound violently. He touched his forehead to hers and smiled gently. “I miss seeing that cute curly silhouette when I wake up.”
“Mac...” She warned, knowing where the conversation was going.
“Stella, for once, I’m going to win. Yes, I think you’re all around beautiful, sexy, adorable, words I can’t even find to describe how much I love you. Now, while I still don’t understand this whole thing I know you like to leave your hair down. So leave it down.” He brushed a thin cascade off her exposed shoulder and coiled it around his finger.
“Mac, my hair has caused me nothing but trouble, all my life.” She frowned, speaking pointedly though her head still rested on his.
“What? You mean my brushing it every morning doesn’t help?” He chuckled as the faint red spread over the bridge of her nose and began to encroach on her ears. “I like your curls, Stella.”
“Well, I don’t.” She huffed, but then smiled. “But I guess I could leave them be a while longer, just for you.”
“Good, now, about this little misunderstanding, I heard you and Lindsay talking earlier, and well...” Mac looked away in embarrassment.
“Just tell me Mac, I’m Miss Understanding.” Stella smiled.
“It really sounded like you were talking about our sex life.”
“Oh...well if I were talking about that I wouldn’t be complaining. I'd be bragging.”

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
By: LittleMissStella 6/17/09
“Mac, why don’t you just take a quick nap?” I hear for the...twenty eighth time? Yes, twenty eighth. I feel a smile grow and hear a frustrated sigh from behind me. “Mac! Are you listening?!”
“Stella, I can hear you fine.” I respond warmly. “And for the twenty eighth time, I just need to finish this.”
“That’s what you told me twenty minutes ago. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were avoiding me.” She says with a radiant smile. I turn to her and she raises an eyebrow. “Well, detective? Are you going to come peacefully, or must I take you by force?”
“It wouldn’t matter what I said at this point, would it?” I ask rhetorically, to which she simply shakes her head, making her curls bounce, and suddenly I’m reminded of a slinky. “Alright, alright.”
“Thank you.” She takes me by my shoulders and guides me to the lab coat hooks. She goes to take hers off but I beat her to it-my mother always taught me to be a gentleman-and help her out of it. She offers me a shy smile and I feel my heart flutter. I take my own coat off and we go to the break room.
“You know I’m only taking this break because it’s with you, right?” I ask honestly, too tired to mask its possible double meaning. I’m being honest; she’s my best friend, and the only person I’ve ever felt I could lean on if I needed to. I’d much rather protect other people but I know that every once in a while Stella will kick me on my ass as a way of getting me to take a break and let her protect me. She’s just a very caring person that way. Just like her hair, her heart is golden...what? Too cheesy? I thought so...but what’s a man in my position to do?
“Yeah.” She murmurs quietly and I could swear there’s a faint red in her cheeks. The thought that I’ve made her blush jumpstarts my heart again and I’m once more hit by a wave of...I don’t even know.
I have a sinking feeling that it’s something I haven’t felt in a while; love. Not just like the familial, friendly love I have for my team, either; a feeling that I’m in love with Stella Bonasera...in deep...
“Mac, you really need to take a vacation.” She says as she eases her tiny frame onto the couch.
“What brought that on?” I ask as I bring over our cups of coffee. I hand her’s to her and feel our hands brush for a moment. Her’s is warm and soft.
“Just thinking. I mean, the last time you took a vacation would’ve been...”
“Peyton.” I finish for her. She gives me a concerned look, and I know it came off a tad bitter. I give her a reassuring smile as I’m reminded of one of the main reasons I couldn’t stay in London with her.
Actually, though Stella never asked me directly, when I first told her I was in a hotel in London she gave me a questioning look. I’d ignored it at the time, but the reason...it’s a little embarrassing.
I called Peyton, Stella.
Twice.
Let me explain; first, as soon as I got on that plane I felt guilty. Guilty about leaving Stella and the team to clean up my mess, guilty that I’d left without nothing but a single word that meant I was leaving with a woman I wasn’t even sure I loved. I was most guilty because I could remember Stella’s face when she saw me walk out of that building. She was so relieved I was alright, and then she hugged me, and I knew I was just as relieved she was okay too. I saw Peyton running to me and I actually felt dread. I was dreading seeing the woman I’d been dating for a short while, because it would make me face something I hated: love. The love I knew deep down I didn’t feel for her. When she asked me if I was okay on that plane, I responded, “I’m fine, Stella.”, and that’s how it all started. I’d called Peyton, Claire, before, but she seemed to have gotten over that. Calling her Stella, though, sent her off the handle for what ever reason. She started going on about how she knew I’d always had a thing for Stella. How I’d never loved her, and how I never looked at her the way I looked at Stella-and so-on and so-forth.
The second time I’d called her Stella, we were...um...we were in bed. I was...um...we were...I called her Stella-that’s all you need to know. We’d had dinner at her parent’s place then gone back to her’s, and...it went from there. After I’d called her Stella she kicked me out, sent me on my way. I called her from my hotel, leaving her a message of apology, then slept better than I had in months. That bastard, Drew, called me at 3:33, but aside from that, I was pretty relaxed.
Obviously I never told Stella any of that, but who really wants to tell their best friend you shouted their name in bed with their British girlfriend halfway around the world? Thank you, no.
That was when I first thought that I was falling in love with Stella.
“Mac? You okay?” She asks, breaking me out of my daze.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, Stell.” I sigh and smile at her. “How about this, I’ll take a vacation if I find a good reason to.”
“I guess I better start searching, then.” She laughs quietly.
“I guess.” I lean back and put my arm on the couch behind my back. Stella does the same and I feel like a teenager trying to decide whether or not to put my arm on her shoulder. I’ve never been one to act juvenile so I do. She looks surprised for a moment, but soon she leans into it and I must resist the urge to blow out a sigh of alleviation.
“Come on, Mac, just close your eyes for a second.” She says softly, reading my mind like she’s done so many times before. “I know you want to. Just do it with me, come on.”
“Stell...” I murmur with mild frustration in my voice, but the sound of her steady breathing is lulling me like a sweetly sung lullaby. My mind is drifting into the realm of sleep, and normally I’d put up more of a fight. This time, though, I think I’m just going to have to let Stella win. Stella and sweet dreams. “Stell...”

“Mac!”
“Hm?” I start in my seat but quickly compose myself again. I turn to see my arm is still around Stella protectively and she’s still looking at me worriedly. “Oh, Stella. What happened?”
“Nothing, you just dozed off is all.” She smiles at me sweetly, touching my cheek. “I’m glad.”
“How long was I asleep for?” I ask her with raised eyebrows.
“Just about an hour or so, but it’s sixty minutes more than you usually sleep within two days, so I’ll take it.” She laughs before tucking her head under my chin. “Come on, Mac, let’s go home.”
“Stella, don’t-”
“Mac, it’s time to go home.” She says pointedly with her fingers still over my lips. I look at her stubbornly but her eyes meet mine head-on. My steely blue eyes meet her sparkling peridot green ones, and I know I can’t win. “Mac. Home. Now.”
“Okay, come on.” I say in a defeated but joking tone. I stand up, crack my back, and offer my hand to her. She takes it and lets me pull her tired body up only because we’ve been dating for a while. I know better than anyone that you don’t offer Stella help unless she’s on the ground bleeding! The sad thing is that it’s hardly an exaggeration.
“I can’t wait to go to bed. Actually, I want to have some ice cream first, then I want to go to bed.” I hear her muse by my side.
“Stella, we don’t have any ice cream at home.” I frown.
“Then we’ll have to get some.”

I stroll by Stella down the isle of the supermarket with a small smile on my face. I’ve never been one to smile without reason; usually I just walk around with neither a smile nor frown. With Stella, though, I almost always have a smile...well, that’s a little bit of a lie. I only smile excessively when we’re together
“Do you like mini wheats?” She asks me with a happy tone.
“Mini wheats?” I ask. “I’m more of a cornflake man, personally.”
“Well, they’re supposed to be really high in fiber is all. Fibre is really healthy.” She murmurs to herself, checking the box.
“What’s with the big health food hang-up, lately, Stell?” I try to ask casually, not wanting to start anything.
“Oh, I just, uh, you know.”
Yes. That answers my question. I sigh and smile weakly. “Okay.”
“It’s always good to keep health in mind, you know.” She shrugs sheepishly. I quirk an eyebrow; Stella Bonasera does not embarrass easily, but lately she’s given me that shy little smile so much I’m worried. “Besides, I’m not getting any younger.”
“Stell, you’re only thirty four.” I say with a frown. I’m...well, let’s just say I’m a few years older than her. More than four. Now are you satisfied? “What’s going on?”
“Nothing! Geez!” She huffs, suddenly very offended. She continues on her way after throwing the cereal box at my head so it lands in the basket afterwards. I feel my annoyance being overcome by embarrassment as people’s eyes drift to me. “Stella, wait!”
“Here!” She says sharply, shoving something else in my face.
“Oh.” I blink, focusing my vision on what seems to be...yes, yes-they’re macaroons. Not that odd, I suppose, except that my Stella hates coconut. “Macaroons?”
“Yup!” She responds happily, mood completely disregarded. “I decided I’d give ‘em a chance, and besides, they are MACaroons.”
“That crazy about me, Stell, that you associate food with my name?” I chuckle. “I’ve had Stella beer, but really?”
“Shut up.” She murmurs, though I can hear the love in her voice, still. “Oh, I have to get something in the pharmaceutical section.”
“Okay.” I say plainly, not wanting to provoke another fit. “I’ll just check these things out and you can find me, okay?”
“Sure.” She dashes off to the in-store pharmacy leaving me to the check-out, which she knows I hate. I’m willing to do this for her, of coarse, though. I’d lie down and drown in a river for Stella, really. Don’t laugh! I’m in love, so sue me...bite me...cook me and eat me!
“Good evening, sir.” The young lady greets me with a smile domineered by her braces. I normally don’t like to make eye contact but she seems like a nice-unsuspecting to my cranky wrath-young girl, so I nod and smile. She begins scanning our items with a smile never leaving her face, moving diligently and seeming to really love it, and I can’t help but think of Stella when she’s analyzing evidence. I wonder what she was like as a teenager...? “That’s twenty five, eighty five.”
“Hm? I beg your pardon?” I shake my head a little.
“Your total comes to twenty five, eighty five, sir.” She chirps.
“Right, here you go.” I fish the cash out of my pocket and hand it to her, careful not to slap it in her small hand like I usually do. I hate cashiers, what can I say? Bad experience; one in particular had really pissed me off once when he turned out to be a robber and almost shot Stella. Needless to say I was pretty pissed!
“Thank you, have a lovely evening.” She smiles. “Um...I think your wife is...”
“My wife?” I blink. Oh-she thinks...Stella. “Oh, Stella.”
“Yes, well it seems she’s...” She turns a screen around, which seems to be connected to a security camera.I can see a head of curly hair connected to a lithe body that’s standing eerily still in front of the dairy fridge. The door is open and propped against the woman, but she remains still. “And just before, this happened.”
I watch speechless as multiple people jump, supposedly there was a loud noise or something, and all of a sudden Stella comes running out of the bathroom like lightning on the black&white screen. She has something in her hand, but I don’t know what it is. She runs across three of the four screens until she finally comes to the fourth and sticks her head in the fridge. Okay, I’m worried now.
“Thank you, I’ll go get her now.”
“Sir, is this your wife?” A middle aged, and rather irritated looking man asks me.
“Yes.” I say curtly, not liking how dismissive he is of her obvious distress. I don’t bother to correct anyone with how we’re not married, as it’s just easier not to. We get mistaken for a married couple all the time. Of coarse, I can dream, right? “Stella? Honey?”
“Go away.” She grumbles.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” I put my hand on her shoulder and gently try to pull her away but she doesn’t budge. I try again but she’s still as adamant as the statue she’s nicknamed after. “Stell?”
“Just leave me here to drown my sorrows in ice cream.” She groans in a low tone. Now I’m really worried.
“Stella, love, what’s wrong?” I’m not one for pet names, but since I feel I don’t tell her I love her nearly enough-I could tell her every minute of every day and it wouldn’t be enough-I give her pet names. If anything, I learned to get over the embarrassment, though I can still get an absolutely adorable blush from her from time to time.
“Nooooooooo.” She whines like a child.
I smile with tilted brows. “Come on, let’s have some ice cream at home. Together.”
She seems to contemplate it as I see a twitch in her shoulder. She turns her head ever so slightly to look at me and...she really looks miserable. It makes my heart ache, though I’d never tell anyone but her that. Her lip is in a tiny bit of a pout. I smile gently. “Okay.”

I wake early the next day with a foggy mind. I’m laying in our king sized bed in only my boxers and...I turn my head to find there’s no head of silky curls on my chest. I remember last night we came home, had ice cream with Friends, while she cuddled up to me on the couch. She fell asleep into the second episode of the back-to-back channel special so I carried her in here to our bed. Where is she now, though?
Walking out to the living room I’m more than a little alarmed. All of Stella’s things are gone! All of the photos she had brought from her old place, her little worldly trinkets-even her clothes and jewelry from our room are gone. It’s actually to the point where there’s no trace of her ever living here at all. Frankly, I don’t like it.
Where did you go, Stella? Why would you leave? God, why would she leave me all of a sudden? Please tell me this is a dream-a nightmare, rather.
“Stella? Stella!” I call through the suddenly ice cold apartment. “Stella, come on! Where are you?!”
Dammit! Dammit to hell!!
“Stellaaaaaaaa-”
“Shut up!” The angry neighbor shouts through the wall.
“Go to hell!” I shout back.
Obviously not able to find her I pick up the phone and dial her cell number. No answer. Shit! Okay, don’t panic, Marine, think logically!
“Danny!”
“Yeah, Mac? What’s up?” A drowsy voice answers.
“Where are you?” I ask sharper than I intend to, but I need to find Stella. Now. “Are you at the lab?”
“Yeah, I was just catchin’ up on a few Zs. What d’ya need, boss?”
“I need you to find Stella.” I say honestly.
“I thought she was with you-”
“Danny, just find her!” I bark at him.
“Okay! Let’s see...ah...I got a lock on her cell. Says she’s at the airport. What’s goin’ on, Mac? Did you and Stell have a fight? If you did anything to her-”
“I’ll explain later! I think she’s in trouble.” I hang up even more abruptly than normal and let out a sigh through my tight lips. In my hand I hold Stella’s piece and shield.

“All passengers for Greece, please proceed to gate 34.” An empty voice says over the intercom. At least I know now where she’s going.
I jog through the busy airport, not really caring who I bump into, just offering a quick apology and excusing myself. I continue on, rushing through the crowd in jeans and a t-shirt. It’s all I had time to throw on, and I wasn’t all that concerned with my appearance when I ran out of the apartment, leaving our badges and guns at home.
There!
Like a piece of gold amongst lumps of coal, I can see a halo of sun-kissed curls that bounces whenever they move forward in line. I vaguely feel my feet pick up their pace but all I really know is that the mop of curls is getting closer. It sticks up from the other heads, as it’s taller than most of the heads behind it, and if it’s not, I can still see it from a mile away. It turns partially, probably talking to someone behind it. It shakes a bit, as the figure shakes their head.
“Stella!”
“Mac?” She leans a bit to her right so her head pokes out from the immaculately straight line. She’s wearing a deep green dress I bought for her about a month ago. We were walking in the village I just had to buy it for her; it fits her perfectly. It brings out the brighter green of her eyes, and her olive skin. The dipping v-neck is to her liking and the short sleeves are ruffled and wavy, like on that of a flamenco dress or something-I’m not a fashion expert.
“Stella-God, don’t scare me like that.” I huff, finally able to catch my breath now that I at least have my hands on her arms. “What’s going on, Stell? I woke up and you were gone.”
“Mac, I...” She looks down and leaves her place in the line, taking my hand. She guides me to a nearby window and leans against the frame. “I-I’m sorry I worried you.”
“What’s going on, Stella? Is it me?” I ask with worry and pain in my voice, I know. I can’t bear to lose her. I can’t handle that again.
“What? No! I love you, Mac.” She says firmly, cupping my face with her gentle hands, and it’s the most solid thing she’s said to me yet.
“Then why did you leave, or try to?” I try again.
“I-I...” She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the best or the worst, I’m not sure. “I’m pregnant.”
Oh. So, it is me...kind of.
“Stell...that’s what happened last night? You took a pregnancy test at the grocery store?” I ask with a raised eyebrow and I see a brief flash of embarrassment dash across her Goddess like features before she recovers, and simply nods. “And it was positive.”
“I’m sorry, Mac, I’m really sorry. I-I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t know if you were ready, or if you even wanted kids with me-hell, I didn’t even know how long this relationship was going to last.” She shakes her head, tears coming to her eyes. I’m a little hurt deep down, but I know what she means; it’s not her-she didn’t know how long I’d want the relationship. “Then, I saw that test, and...I just...freaked out!”
“Okay, then why disappear without a trace to go to Greece?” I ask first, deciding to work the other things out after.
“I thought that if you didn’t want the baby I’d want it to be born in Greece, where it could...” She can’t finish. God. I rip her bag from her grasp and pull her to me, crushing her in a tight embrace. I hold her head against my shoulder, burying my fingers into those curls I love so much. My other hand is on her back, holding her close. She’s surprised for a moment, but then I feel her arms wrap around me and adjust her face on my chest, and I relax. “I’m sorry.”
“Stella, don’t ever scare me like that. I thought I’d lost you.” I whisper with a voice raspy from worry and threatening tears. “I can’t lose anyone else I love, Stella, especially not you. I’d rather die.”
“Mac, I love you, more than anything. I didn’t want to push you, or for you to feel an obligation to remain in our lives.” She whispers back, and I notice for the first time how much I love to hear her whisper in my ear. “I thought you’d be happier if-”
“Don’t. Stella, don’t ever say that, because I could never be happy without you. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“Mac, when I’d decided to do this, I told myself that I’d tell you, but each time I thought about it, I chickened out. I couldn’t bring myself to trap you in a corner again. I thought if I got to Greece I’d figure it out from there. I’m an American Citizen, I could get citizenship for the baby after it was born and get a job somewhere else. I had everything figured out, except how I’d live without you.”
“You honestly thought I wouldn’t want the baby, or you?” I ask, tilting my head and looking up at her slightly. I know she can’t not answer me like this, because she’s told me so before. She said my eyes were like chipped or cracked ice when I did that. Her lip trembles a bit and all I want to do is hold her to me and attack the next thing that tries to hurt her. She nods and I feel my heart...I actually don’t know exactly what it’s doing. It’s not broken, but it’s not soaring; not like it was when she told me she was actually pregnant. “Stella, I love you, right?”
She hesitates, but I know it’s just something in her nature she’s trying to work on. Being an orphan in the past is a permanent part of her now, and I can only offer her the love she deserves and support. “Yes.”
“And why did you think I wouldn’t want the baby?”
“B-because, you weren’t ready. We haven’t even been dating a full year, and we’ve used protection, and been careful, and I knew you’d feel obligated to take responsibility, but a child this early could destroy our relationship in the long run, and-”
“Breathe, Stell, breathe!” I urge.
She laughs nervously and tucks a cluster of curls behind her left ear. “I-I just didn’t think you’d want to have a kid with me. You told me how Claire wanted kids, but you weren’t ready, why the hell would you be ready to have kids with your best friend/girlfriend after less than a year. We’re not even married-I didn’t think you...I didn’t think you’d want to marry me.” I wait patiently for her to continue, but little does she know I’d like nothing more than all she’s saying. “No less a child.”
“Stella, I love you more than anything. I-I want to marry you. Not just because of the baby. I want to spend the rest of my life with and our child.” I can see she’s still having her doubts so I force her eyes to meet mine. She gasps quietly and I know she knows. Goose bumps erupt on her arms and I smile, feeling a certain masculine pride in evoking such a reaction from a woman as beautiful as her. “Will you marry me?”
“Oh my God, yes!” She smashes her luscious-and I do mean luscious-lips against mine and it takes me less than a second to respond. She lets out a tiny, high pitched moan that I love to think I’m the cause of. She needs air, and so do I, so we pull away. “You really want to-”
“Stella.” I warn, putting my finger over her lips. “Stella, Stella...”

“Mac!”
“Hm?” I start in my seat but quickly compose myself again. I turn to see my arm is still around Stella protectively and she’s still looking at me worriedly. “Oh, Stella. What happened?”
“Nothing, you just dozed off is all.” She smiles at me sweetly, touching my cheek. “I’m glad.”
“How long was I asleep for?” I ask her with raised eyebrows.
“Just about an hour or so, but it’s sixty minutes more than you usually sleep within two days, so I’ll take it.” She laughs, and suddenly I’m feeling a tad weighed down by deja-vu.
Was it all a dream? If it was I’m going to be so pissed.
“Stell, have you been craving ice cream recently?”
“Noooo...not really, why?” She frowns, and I just sigh and smile.
“Nothing. Let’s get out of here, maybe get a late dinner?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You know, Stella, you...um...you look great!” I blurt, trying to ignore the heat that’s creeping up my neck.
“Oh, thanks, Mac.” She smiles, ducking her head a little and rolling her lips. I try not to drool like a pathetic man while she lets her lips roll out to their fullest again and tucks a few curls behind her ear to hide her faint blush. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“You know, I had the weirdest dream.” I say aloud absently.
“What about?”
“Oh...nothing really. Say, do you like macaroons?”

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Miyukiseta I Absolutely Loved This Fanfic 1 Apr 14 2009, 10:10 PM EDT by LittleMissStella
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The one called Starry Night by LadyStellaSkye on www.fanfiction.net/tv/CSI_New_York/ was awesome...a bit long but I don't care. It was amazing!
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I totally love it!
I love how it all incorporated in to each other at the end, San Francisco and all that.

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DlovesL aww 1 Mar 15 2009, 12:36 AM EDT by LittleMissStella
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Awww that was really cute!!
Write more!! pleeeaaaasssee!!
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