Mac & Stella

Mac looked up when he heard a quiet knock on the door. He signalled for her to enter and smiled as she sat in front of him.

“Lindsay! How can I help you?”

She sighed and looked down and he waited while she found the words. After a few moments she met his eyes.

“I’m worried about Stella.”

He felt his heart sink a little as he heard her words.

“Why? Did something happen during your case?”

She nodded, a troubled expression on her face. He waited for her to continue but she looked down at her hands again and kept her mouth closed. When it became clear she wouldn’t go on, he prompted her....

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?...

“Got an ID Flack?” Mac asked as he peered over the dead body on the floor.

“Name is Sarah Milligan; she works in the hotel as a concierge.”

“Was the room booked in her name?” Stella asked as she looked round the room.

“No. The room was booked in the name of a guy called Juan De’Megas”

Mac rolled the girl over onto her back and found a knife protruding out of her chest.

“Found the weapon,” Mac said as he eased it out of her chest,” I’d say it punctured the main cavity wall in her heart but let’s just
leave that bit to Sid.”

“I’m gonna head and see whether I can get...

"You will talk! You hear me!" Flack shouted at the suspect as he lent across the table, inches from the mans face.

"Flack, I'll take it from hear," Mac smiled placing a hand on Flack's shoulder to pull him away from the suspect.

"Right... Pete," Mac said glancing down at the file and then into the mans eyes.

"Yeeah, whats it to you."

"Pete we would like to know what you were doing on Monday" Horatio said coldly, taking his glasses off and placing them down on the table.

"Having coffee. In a cafe." Pete sneared

"Name the cafe."

"Its on 44th street I think. They have cute waitresses."

"They also have...

Stella slipped herself into the flowing cream gown, stepping out of the bedroom into the hall to show Lindsay.

"Oooh Stella! You look just like a pregnant greek goddess!" Lindsay squealed, steadying the tiara in her hair.

"Thanks Kiddo, I have got the biggest butterflies ever, I'm just glad that your here."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world Stella, I have always wanted to be a maid of honour and at your wedding to Mac! Come on Stell I would have to be mad or crazy to miss this!"

"Thanks Linds," Stella smiled resting a hand on Lindsay's shoulder," I just still can't believe Mac persuaded me to get...

Mac answered the door, ushering Flack, Danny and Lindsay into the living room.

"Angell will be here in half an hour, just cheering her folks off," Flack smirked as he threw himself onto the sofa spreading his legs along and reclining.

"Ok, I'll just go get Stell," Mac smiled turning towards the bedroom.

Knocking softly on the door, Mac stuck his head round the door.

"Darling, everyone's here to see you," Mac said to Stella as she pulled her top over her head.

"Ok, I'm ready now," Stella laughed as Mac rolled his eyes,"No I really am ready!"

Flack stood up as Stella walked in behind Mac,"Merry Christmas...

sorry that it took so long, i was in the exam period so i was kinda busy. hope u enjoy.

Mac opened his eyes…the first thing he had seen was his white ceiling and the first thing he felt was a warm touch on his body, he know where it came from. His eyes met some curls on his chest and his hears heard a slow quiet breath from her. He’d ever imagined on how she was with him every day, lying in the same bed, staying with him in the same room. But he had never imagined that it would be so good, so amazing like what he’d experienced last night. He smiled to himself. He realized that a lucky...

* I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D
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warning: Peyton is a part of this story.
She might make Smacked fans sort of mad in this chapter, but you will like how this story ends. :D
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Previously:
“Ma’am, my name is Mac Taylor. I’m with the NYPD – “ the woman cut him off.
“I know who you are.” She replied bluntly.
“How do you know me?”
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There was deafening silence.
To Mac’s surprise, the woman removed the gun from the side of his head and started planting light kisses on his neck. She...

** I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

- 8 am -
Mac was pacing around his apartment restlessly. He anxiously glanced at the clock every once in a while. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a hot cup of coffee.
“Why isn’t she here yet? Has she forgotten what day it is today?” he asked himself as he lazily sat down on the couch.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As each second passed by, Mac grew more fidgety; constantly tapping his fingers on the side of his half empty coffee cup while bouncing...

** I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D
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Oneshot. Just a little ff I cooked up after watching [again] the season 5 finale. Enjoy!

The silver sedan drove away after a quick drive-by.
“Is everybody alright?” Mac picked himself up from the floor.
He looked around and checked up on his team.

He checked Stella first.
Just a few pieces of broken glass but otherwise, fine.
Sid caught his eye next.
Next thing he saw was Danny, Flack, Lindsay and Hawkes getting up from the ground.

“Is everybody alright?...

Sorry it took so long to update! I have to go back to school in about 11 days and I am so sad!! I don't want to go back! But I have about 3 days that I am doing something of those 11 days so I am going to write like a maniac! Promise! I don't own anything! The fan art is not mine.
Hope you like it and thanks for all of the wonderful comments!! Sorry for what I am about to do to you! Comment and rate! ( I am going for a SMacked green medal) :)
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When I woke up I was somewhat unhappy. I hadn't slept well because I had worried that whoever it was that shot at us would...

* I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

Part 4. Rate and comment please. Thanks!

Previously:
“You’ve got some nerve refusing sex with me, Mac. You’re lucky you’re injured right now. Next time, you’ll be in a rougher situation. You’ll see.”

A sexy, inviting smile appeared on Stella’s lips.
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Underneath her seductive smile, Stella was hiding her frustration.
They finally opened up to each other about how they felt and this happens.
Don’t worry Stella. She thought to herself. Next time,...

Once again:
*A sort of romantic-perverted ff [smacked].
** I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

~Here’s part 3 of Surprise. Hope you’ll like this, too.~

~Previously:
“I wonder how you would react if you get something even better than a striptease? From the real Stella of course.”

Mac whispered in her ear, “Do you really want to know?”.
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“Let’s find out, shall we?” said Stella as she seductively eyed Mac.

In one fluid motion, she was on top of him. They were kissing each other like it...