A/N: I don't own them or make any money off them. I just want to play a little bit. I'll return them when I'm done, promise!
Mac tried to concentrate on the large pile of paperwork in front of him, wanting to finish as soon as possible so he could escape the confines of his office. Movement out of the corner of his eye pulled his gaze and he tried to suppress the groan threatening to come out. He could feel his face start to flush. His partner Stella was sitting across from him, working on her own pile of paperwork. Normally, even something as mundane as paperwork was something enjoyable when Stella was involved. But today Mac couldn't wait to get out of there. He stared out the window at the night skyline, but no matter what he could still see her sitting there, sucking on that damn thumb. Who knew paper cuts could be so distracting?
Stella looked up as his watch beeped, signaling it was now 11 pm. They had been working there for the past two hours. Stella stood up and stretched, sore from sitting in the same position for so long. It really was evil what she'd done; distracting him like that, but she couldn't help it. Someone had to rattle his cage a little, try to get things to move forward between them. The paper cut from that stupid folder had been the perfect excuse. As she finished stretching, her stomach rumbled. They hadn't stopped working all day and her body was demanding to be fed. Mac looked up, a smirk on his face.
"Hungry are we?"
Stella nodded, stretching her arms over her head. She watched in amusement as Mac's eyes drifted to where her shirt had ridden up, revealing a sliver of skin. She watched his jaw clench in an effort to reel in his emotions. Dropping her hands, she grabbed her jacket heading towards the door.
"You coming," she asked, a smirk now on her face.
"I, uh, need to grab something from the locker room. You go ahead. I'll meet you by the elevator in a minute." He watched as she walked, no, strutted out of his office. Damn that woman, Mac thought, she's going to be the death of me. He watched as she reached the elevator, turning around to see if he was moving yet, a smile on her lips. He stood up, grabbing his own coat. He could definitely think of worse ways to go.