Stella Bonasera

Mac stormed into the Chief's office.

"Ahh Mac,"

"No. Don't Ahh Mac me! I want to know why Peyton is back on my team?!"

"She is right for the job Mac,"

"No! You know aswell as I do that Stella and Peyton don't like each other and everyone can tell off the tension between those two in the team. Lindsay, Danny, Flack, they can all tell something is wrong. Hawkes, Sid, heck even Adam can tell of the tension and he only works two days a week! Either you sack Peyton or I might just do it myself!"

"Mac sit down!" The Chief shouted," Listen here, if things get out of hand then maybe I will have to take...

Part two :)
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At seven I leave. Horatio didn’t come back so I suppose he had something important to do. I hope he’ll never come back!
I don’t go home. The last thing I need now is to sit alone in my apartment. I decide to go to my favorite bar and eat something. The bar is empty, it’s too early. But I don’t mind. The barkeeper George always sits down next to me when he’s got nothing to work and then we talk. Today he keeps my company for one and a half hour but then other guests come and he has to work. I leave my table in the corner and sit down...

Stella was beyond pissed at Mac. He just walked in there, didn’t even consider what Adam was doing for her. She stormed into Mac’s office and stood in front of his desk. He looked up and arched his eyebrow.

“do you need something, Stella?” he asked her.
“yeah I do and did! I wanted to tell my best friend who said he was here for me, that I am HIV negative! But no, he was to busy yelling at everyone. So I have not had anyone to tell about how I’ve been feeling!”

She turned to leave but as quickly as she turned. She was turned back in a matter of seconds, and then pulled into a hug....

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, expect what's in my apartment, and well, my mind.
Rating: R-ish.
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Mac forcefully pushed Stella up against the scarlet red, smooth wall of his bedroom of his apartment, pinning her against it. Stella felt strong hands plant themselves on her wrists and then gently, yet expertly, pinned those against the wall as well. The rest of her body was pushed up by his own body weight. She could feel his warmth, his heat. She felt his abdominal muscles tightened and felt his heart race. He smirked at her, taking in all that...