I don't own CSI New York.
Just Begun
Stella never went to Cadet School, so no CSI, will Mac and Stella ever meet?
Mac was walking in a museum of art in Greece. He has taken a vacation after five years of hard work at the New York City crime lab. His team sent him to Greece for a two week long vacation. Ever since he was little he liked art, so he went to the Greek Museum of Ancient Art.
"Hello sir, do you want a tour?" a beautiful Greek woman with green eyes; long, curly, brown hair; gorgeous smile; asked.
"It's Mac, miss?"
"Bonesara, Stella Bonesara."
"I'll take a tour, it's from you."
"Then follow me, Mr. Mac."
"No, it's Mac Taylor."
"Oh, my bad." Stella led Mac around the museum. Museums were her home since she was little because her mom was a painter.
"Thanks for the tour, Stella."
"Your welcome, Mac, how long are you here for?"
"Two weeks."
"You are from where?"
"New York City."
"I've always wanted to travel to America but I have to take care of my mother."
"I'm sorry; well I need to him the hills."
"What?"
"Go to bed, I'm used to being up early and the time difference isn't very nice either."
"Yeah, well, good-night Mac."
"See you later Stella."
Mac walked back into the little bed and breakfast that he was staying at. The place was really cute and it was peaceful. He liked it because it wasn't as loud as New York City.
Once he opened his door, his mind drifted back to Stella and the museum. She was the first person to be friendly to him here even though he's been here for four days.
"Mac?"
"Danny?"
"Yeah," yawn, "How's the vacation?"
"Go to bed, Danny!"
"Hey, how's Greece?"
"Wonderful, today I went to this art museum and this woman was really nice."
"Ooo, Mac's found a girl."
"Shut it, Linds."
"Lucy wants to say hi."
"Hi Lucy."
"Mmama, Mac."
"Hey nice job!"
"We taught her that."
"I figured that. Well, I need to sleep."
"Good-night, Mac."
"Night, Messer's."
Stella watched the man walk away. He was the first to want her to give them a tour. Usually it's her mom or the professor that give the tours and she manages the tickets or she walks around and cleans. Also he was funny and cute.
Right before he left, he turned and waved her. He had just made her day.
"Stella, I need you to go home and prepare for tonight. Remember the museum is holding a ball celebrating twenty years of my painting. Have you invited a date? Also I need you to prep my best paintings and to go pick up the paintings from…"
"Mom, I know. No, I don't have date because I don't have time, remember? I'm always here or at class with the professor."
"Oh, I just thought that guy you spent the whole afternoon with…"
"I was giving him a tour!"
"Well hon, if you didn't feel it you need to try a little harder. I felt the electricity all the way on the other side of the museum. You two had some strong chemistry. I didn't need to go to chem. class too, you know that."
"Mom! He is an American tourist. He's here for a two week vacation from New York."
"Oh, well don't grow to close. Americans are greedy, evil people."
"Just because dad was an American and left us here, doesn't mean all Americans are bad."
"It comes close."
Mac woke up a few hours later. He almost fell off his bed when he heard a knock on his door.
"I'll be there in a minute," he said with a yawn. He walked over and opened the door. There stood Stella in a Greek gown and a big box.
"What are you doing here?"
"I need a date for the ball I'm going to and you're the only guy I know. Can I come in?"
"Sure." Stella walked in and set the box down.
"What's that?"
"My mom's painting. She's a famous painter here in Greece. That's what the ball's for.
"Oh, you want me to go to it, fun. It's really early for me."
"It's only five in New York."
"Oh, I know that but its vacation. I was told to sleep in and go to bed early."
"You'll never experience a Greek Ball ever again."
"What happens? You talk and watch others dance. Look at art."
"No, we don't watch, we dance. It's fun, please? My mom expects me to bring you."
"Why?"
"She said, 'we have chemistry.' She never took a chem. class."
"I did, not fun. I'll go but I don't have anything to wear."
"I'll fix that."
