“Yo boss!” Danny shouted down the corridor as Mac entered the Break Room again,” we got two cases just in. One is a D.B in Central Park other is a prostitute found dead in a hotel room.”
“Right Danny you take the D.B in Central Park with Lindsay and Angel. Stella and Flack you’re with me. Hawkes you stay down in the morgue to await the arrival of the bodies with Sid.” Mac ordered.
“Right ho sir,” Danny and Flack laughed as they exited the Break Room.
“What did Sinclair want?” Stella whispered into Mac’s ear as he ushered her into the lift.
“I’m taking the stairs Mac!” Flack shouted as the rest of the ream disappeared down the stair well.
“Right ok!” Mac called back before turning towards Stella,” he wanted to know why we were late,”
“I told you,” Stella smiled,” someone would have their suspicions.”
“Ahh, but as long as we keep everything else closely under wraps he can’t do anything,”
“What’s everything else Mac?” Stella asked frowning.
“This Stella,” Mac whispered as he closed the gap between their lips holding it until Stella had to break away for a breath.
Feeling her cheeks go crimson she lifted up her hand and caressed Mac’s cheek with her thumb.
“What about CCTV?” Stella whispered.
“There isn’t any in the lifts.”
“But why do they have a camera?” Stella asked as Mac slipped his hand into the small of her back as the doors opened at the bottom.
“Fake,” Mac smiled,” they don’t work.”
“Mac, Stella over here,” Flack called as they headed over.
“Right lets go,” Stella smiled, heading for the door first.
“Mac can I ask a question?” Flack muttered,” Since when did you start wearing lipstick?”
“Right Danny you take the D.B in Central Park with Lindsay and Angel. Stella and Flack you’re with me. Hawkes you stay down in the morgue to await the arrival of the bodies with Sid.” Mac ordered.
“Right ho sir,” Danny and Flack laughed as they exited the Break Room.
“What did Sinclair want?” Stella whispered into Mac’s ear as he ushered her into the lift.
“I’m taking the stairs Mac!” Flack shouted as the rest of the ream disappeared down the stair well.
“Right ok!” Mac called back before turning towards Stella,” he wanted to know why we were late,”
“I told you,” Stella smiled,” someone would have their suspicions.”
“Ahh, but as long as we keep everything else closely under wraps he can’t do anything,”
“What’s everything else Mac?” Stella asked frowning.
“This Stella,” Mac whispered as he closed the gap between their lips holding it until Stella had to break away for a breath.
Feeling her cheeks go crimson she lifted up her hand and caressed Mac’s cheek with her thumb.
“What about CCTV?” Stella whispered.
“There isn’t any in the lifts.”
“But why do they have a camera?” Stella asked as Mac slipped his hand into the small of her back as the doors opened at the bottom.
“Fake,” Mac smiled,” they don’t work.”
“Mac, Stella over here,” Flack called as they headed over.
“Right lets go,” Stella smiled, heading for the door first.
“Mac can I ask a question?” Flack muttered,” Since when did you start wearing lipstick?”