Death to coup with
Stella's POV
I heard a gunshot a I heard the worst scream of my life, because I knew that voice. It was the voice I heard every time he says I love you or when he says you are my life Stella, only you. I ran to where I heard it, I saw him lying there in his pool of blood. The perp was nowhere in site, but then I felt pressure to my neck. I knew he was behind me. I knew if I wanted to see my kids again I have to obey, but still I have to let my kid's father survive too. He told me to check on Mac, the father of my children, husband and partner, to see if he's still alive. I didn't hesitate, I ran straight or him.
Mac's POV
I saw Stella coming my way. She already had tears in her eyes. I wanted to tell her that everything will be alright, but I can't seem to let anything out of my mouth but a groan of pain. When she got closer I saw someone behind her pointing a gun. I wanted to get up and shoot him but I was out of energy. The last thing I remember is the birth of our first child.
Flashback
I see Stella rushing down towards me; her huge baby bump is showing from under her maternity dress. Stella is so stubborn that she wouldn't go on maternity leave, she wanted to stay close to me and work desk duty with a lot of food and bathroom breaks. That one day I saw her rushing towards me and I just knew it was time. This happened 10 years ago.
After 15 gruelling hours our daughter McKenzie Elizabeth Eleni Boyd Bonasera Taylor was born. We wanted her to have her own middle name while sharing ours and ours last names. That was her full name. We called her Mac Elizabeth Taylor. She looked so like her mother when she was born.
Flashback ends
Stella's POV
I saw Mac's eyes slowly close, and I knew he was gone. The last thing he said was tell our kids I love them. I started to cry, I buried my face in his neck. The perp grabbed my brown curly hair and pushed me against the wall and said, if you want to see your beautiful kids again then stay put. While he was saying that he was trying to kiss my neck. As usual I wouldn't let anyone else but Mac. The perp realized and so he knocked me out. I was dead to the world. He then ran away. By the time I came to it he was gone. I got up slowly and went to Mac's side. He was gone but I had to see him.
30 mins passed and my best friend Lindsay Monroe showed up. She didn't want to believe that her daughter's godfather/uncle and her boss/friend passed away.
Lindsay's POV
I saw Mac's body lying there. Stella was running towards me, her eyes were filled with tears and blood shot. By the looks of it she really needed comfort. We waited another 15 mins before all the paramedics got here. They carried Mac's body to our morgue so Sid or some other coroner can examine the body. Stella was sat in the ambulance getting her checked up, because of her encounter with the perp. She still had to find how to tell McKenzie, Sam, Brianna and her youngest daughter Emily. She was only 6 months old. My husband thankfully is all fours godfather. Poor Emily will not really know her real father.
Stella's POV
When I got to the office, I went straight to the day-care center to pick up Emily and Brianna. Brianna her full name is Brianna Daniella Eleni Boyd Bonasera Taylor. Me and Mac wanted to name her Daniella but somehow Lindsay said when she gets older her nickname will be Danny. Who would you mean? Danny Messer or Danny Taylor? So we changed to our second favourite name Brianna. It was supposed to be her middle name. Emily's full name is Emily Samantha Eleni Boyd Bonasera Taylor. She loves her father.
When I picked up Emily and Brianna we headed towards my office. Sam and McKenzie had school buses to send them here. As long I am waiting outside the lab at the foyer they would be able to get in no problem. McKenzie is a very helpful older sister. She helps me with the other 3. today however she acted really strange like as if she knew something was wrong. I brought them to my husband's office and sat them on the couch; Emily was on McKenzie's lap. I said: my beautiful children, your father will be home later, he is out right now. McKenzie somehow realized that I was lying to them and she brought me to the side and asked where is daddy? My throat was full of that lump feeling, at one hand I wanted to lie to McKenzie to protect her but on the other hand wanted to tell her the truth. So I chose to tell her the truth because I knew she would understand and softly let it on the others later. She went back to her seat and just spoke in a soft reassuring voice that nearly broke me to tears myself. McKenzie then came towards me and said that she wanted to, to say goodbye. She needed to. I brought McKenzie to Sid and she stood there looking at first then she began to speak.
McKenzie's POV
I stood in front of my father and started to say my goodbye. What I said I realized really infected my mother. I don't really know what I said but I can make out some of the key things. I said something about loving him and never going to forget all the time we spent together. Then I just started to cry and I remember distinctly my mother hugging me in her warm loving embrace. Then and there I realized it was not only me who was suffering from the loss of my father it was everyone who was close to him. Even Uncle Sid started to sob from all the things I said. And so we basically all stood there sobbing our hearts out and I will always keep a mental picture in my head of us. After I had cried my last tear I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes, they were red , puffy and swollen but I smiled at my mum and told her I was alright, deep in my mind I knew it wasn't important how I felt anymore because I needed to protect my 3 younger siblings from all this pain. I hugged my mum tightly and put on my cashmere jumper, the warmth helped and I helped me fight the sadness in my head, I had to make sure I wasn't going to burst into sobs, I pushed every last thought out of my head and imagined myself far away from my body, it was like I stuffed all my feelings into a box and pushed it far away. "I want to go now mum" I whispered under my breath, my mums face was very pale when I looked at her but she managed to smile "ok then, say goodbye one last time" I forced my head to turn into the direction of where my father lay and the image of him just lying there, helpless, pale, and dead burned into my head immediately. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, this is not possible, I thought over and over again. One cold tear trickled onto my cheek and landed on my dads face, I took his hand squeezed it and left the room. As soon as I got outside it was like all the cold had left my body and I looked out the window, the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly. I looked into the sky trying to make sense and understand what had just happened, I am never going to process this I mumbled under my breath.
Stella's POV
I saw my daughter leave the room and I went after her and realized that she was staring out of the window facing where the twin towers once stood. My mind went straight to the point of when it happened. Me and Mac were in his old office at the old crime lab. We were talking about a case that just recently happened. I still remember it till this day. How can I forget? Nobody can forget that day. It was pretty early in the morning around 8:50. Then it happened, the first of the 2 planes that crashed, smashed right in the south tower. It all happened so fast. Mac was the first to react the image before us; I was still shocked and had my mouth hanging down. Once I got out of my initial shock I realized that Mac was starting to get to his car and driving straight towards the burning building. I shook that thought out my mind because I had to be with my children, they needed me, especially at a moment like this. McKenzie was looking at me this time and she had this worried expression on. She called me and started to ask me if I could handle with meeting the others. I told her yes and even not I have to because I can't just keep standing here and waiting to see what happens. I know for a fact that if we don't go back now they would come and find me themselves and I can't afford that.
Sid's POV
I saw them leave the morgue and I wished that I could have done something more. I still didn't want to believe that my boss Mac Taylor the marine had died, I always thought that he had a body of steel. I pulled the cover over his head and waited for the coroner to examine his body. I was not allowed to, I wish I was but that is against the laws of the lab. I bet Mac would want me to because I am sure he doesn't want any unfamiliar eyes pocking inside him.
Sam's POV
I am starting to get worried. I haven't talked to my mom and sister for almost 1 hour already. I headed out of my father's office and right when I turned around I saw my mom passed out on the floor. My sister was trying to let her come out of it but nothing seemed to work. She called to go and call for Uncle Sheldon. I ran down the hallway for what seemed like a million years before I reached his lab station. He was working on something but I didn't know what. I called him but nothing came out but a sob and I realized that this is really scaring me, first dad being gone forever and mom passing out. He realized that something must be wrong, and that's the only reason why I would call him because he is the doctor of the group who understood the human anatomy. I called again and this time I really started to cry. Uncle Sheldon really started to get worried so he picked me up and ran towards my father's office but before he got in he realized why I came to him in the first place. My mom was still passed out, he ran towards her to see if she was okay.
Sheldon's POV
I saw Stella lying there, unconscious. I told Sam to make sure Emily was okay when I went to check on his mother. All Sam did was resist he didn't want to leave his mother's side. So I told him to bring Emily over so you and McKenzie can watch over her together when I work on your mother. I dropped Sam off on the ground and ran towards Stella. I kneeled down beside her and checked her pulse. Good news is that she's still alive bad news is that she passed out from exhaustion. I picked her up and let her rest on the couch in her office. I told Lindsay to look after Stella's children at Stella's house. I said when she wakes up I will send her home.
Stella's POV
I woke up and the first thing I realized I wasn't in front of the window facing where the world trade center once stood. I was in my office on the couch and it was dark outside. I started to panicked because I couldn't see my kids anywhere. Sheldon came towards me and said to calm down. He said that the kids are already home with their Aunt Lindsay. They are save Stella. That was the only thing I could process clearly. He said he didn't want to pressure me anymore when I woke up, given all the stress from the loss of my husband and the stress of my little ones. It hurts me even more because my children looked so much alike with Mac. They all have his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes, when you look through them you can imagine your heart being taken to a better place. It was a image from him that I would never forget. I had to see my husband one last time before I left because once I stepped out of those doors I won't be coming back for 1 year to take care and settle in taking care of my 4 children on my own, but of course I will have part time so I can afford food and all the other necessities. Just that I won't be entering this office for a month so I can make sure my kids are safe when they are at home mourning with me. I went to the morgue and saw Mac, still lying there but with the sheet over him. I went towards him and I just keep hoping that this was all a nightmare but deep down I knew it was reality. That's what sucks, my whole life is full of bad luck. First it was when my mom was killed in that care accident when I was 2, then it was Frankie who tried to kill me, then it was Professor P who got shot and killed now it was Mac, but I can also protest. If my mom never was killed I would have never met Mac. If Frankie never tried to kill me Mac would have never realized that he had feelings for me, etc. I stood there uncovered Mac's face from the sheets and placed my warm hands on his cheeks and let my tears drop on his face. I couldn't hold it anymore. Then I stopped and I started to speak but my voice was hoarse from the crying. I said that Emily will grow up and know who her father is, I love you, but you shouldn't have left me because I don't know how to take care of them without you. I want you back but I understand you are in a better place now, but I know for you the best place is that you being with our children. I would have traded anything for you to be there for them, even if it was to sacrifice my life for yours but then again wouldn't be good for our children. I love you and it comes from all of us. I would have brought Emily to come see you but I don't want her last memory of you is that you lying on the slab in the morgue, I want her remember you laughing with her. I wish I can remember you like that but each time I think of you it brings me to the last moment that you were talking to me before you passed. Say hi to Claire for me. I turned around and started to cry again, the pain was too much to bear so I just stormed out of the morgue. By the time I stopped running I was on the streets. I just collapsed on the ground and curled up in a foetus position and crying till my eyes can no longer support anymore water. I knew I must have looked like a total buffoon lying on the street like that but I didn't care. I knew I couldn't be like this at home because I had to be strong for my children.
Sheldon's POV
I was behind Stella running after her, she turned a corner and once I caught up to her I saw her curled up on the ground crying. I knew how important Mac was to her. He helped her get over her fear of living alone again after the Frankie incident. I had to be very careful with Stella right now because she is at her very vulnerable state and she doesn't really show it that often. I went up to her and offered my hand to her, she didn't really notice until I gently tapped my hand on her shoulder. She raised her head towards me and handed her hand. I grabbed it and we walked to the garage of the crime lab and got I my car. We drover down to her house and I dared to ask her if she wanted to talk about it. Surprisingly she accepted my offer. She told me all the heart aches that she had to go alone with Mac and what they had to get through together. We spent there talking for an hour before I offered to send her to her front door of her apartment and she agreed. I guess she is at her weakest point and she really needed a friend.
Lindsay's POV
I heard the keys being inserted in the key hole and I knew Stella was home. She entered the room and I saw the sadness and the vulnerability from that usually strong determined women, I thought how can it be? She is the one person who usually helps us through the tough moments of our screwed up life. I realized then and there that the roles will be reversed for some time, especially when Mac and Stella knew each other for almost their whole life. They were always meant to be. Stella came to me and thanked me all that I have done to help her through this. I knew for what I've done so far was far from helpful because she done so much for me. I remembered that over 10 years ago I told Stella about my past, my friends being murdered right in front of me and I was the only survivor. She right then and there offered to be my friend when I asked her, she did not even hesitate, so it is my turn to return that favour and be her friend when she needs it and at this moment she really needed it. I brought Stella to her bathroom and get washed up and ready for bed. I would be staying for the night to take care of Emily and the others. I called my husband to tell him that I would not be home tonight. He understood why without me telling him the whole story again, which is why I love him so much.
McKenzie's POV
I was on this wonderfully decorated field, very green grass with my favourite flowers. I heard my father calling for me and I turned around to see him right next to me. This time he looked really happy to see me, not like he never was happy to see me. He had a woman next to him holding his hand, she had blond wavy hand and she looked really happy too. From all the pictures that my father saved from before he married my mother, I knew this woman, she was Claire Conrad Taylor. My father's former wife, I waved my hand to her and she just disappeared. Then my father started to have this worried expression and I didn't understand. By the time I processed it was too late he was shot right in the heart. Left just how I saw him last at my mother's work. I screamed a piercing scream.
Wake up! My Aunt called to me, I realized then it was just a dream. I went straight to huge my Aunt and started to cry on her shoulder. After my cries resided she asked me what my dream was about. I told her everything and she offered to fall back to sleep with me. I knew she was trying to help me but like my mother I like to solve my own problems, but this time I would accept this offer because it was one of the nicest things anyone has done for me. After about an hour I was deep in sleep again. This time my dream was peaceful and ended the same way, this time though my ending was happy. I dreamed that this time instead of my father dying in front of me, I was able to save him, and I knew it was his way of telling me that even if you were there today nothing you've done could have saved me, but I can always satisfy you by allowing you to save me in your dream. Before the dream ended I let out a soft whisper saying daddy I love you. Without me knowing one lone tear rolled down my cheeks in my sleep.
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