Hello again. This is my latest CSI NY story, it's a fair bit longer than my last, I'm not totally sure if it's as good, please let me know, all constructive reviews are loved! Thanks to everyone for replying to "3 times", means a lot!

I'm away all week so there won't be an update or review replies until I get back.

I don;t own CSI NY, I'm just playing with the characters!

My Recurring Dream

The clicking of Stella Bonaserra's sharp black heels on the cold stone was the only sound in the deserted car park. The clock had just struck eleven and after 7 long hours which by the end of, reality and thoughts seemed to have merged into one bleary spiral, she was finally going home. Walking briskly against the cold night air to her reserved space, which was on the front row by the wall, she let her mind wander, a long hot bath and re-runs of Friends, a perfect end to a long Thursday. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a daunting sound she knew too well, she stopped abruptly, she wasn't alone. Her body tensed as she turned around sharply, nothing. She shook herself off perhaps her judgement was impaired by the immense tiredness she felt, but quickened her pace to reach her car. The footsteps also quickened. She span around now totally alert, breathing heavily. Nothing. She looked around with wide eyes, surveying every inch of the ground she had just covered. She went to turn to her car once more, just a few feet from the safety of it.

"Good evening Detective."

She let out a gasp as a slimy, but large threatening man stood inches before her.

"Get out of my way." She hissed, she had had enough of him for one day.

"My brother didn't commit that murder." He said in a harsh voice.

"The evidence tells us otherwise Mr. Diaz now excuse me." She went to walk past the man who as blocking her way but he stepped in front of her once more.

"I don't think you understand Detective." The man named Diaz said, his voice laced with malice, "My brother going to jail would not be convenient for my," he paused, "business."

Knowing full well what his 'business' really was Stella said swiftly as she felt her temper slip, "Your business is of no interest to me now get of my way or I'll have you arrested like your scumbag of a brother." Without warning, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, despite her training she was powerless to fight back, there was no where for her to move and no one else around, one wrong move and her arm would snap.

"Let go of me!"

"You listen to me Detective, if my brother gets charged with this, the outcome will not be good for your team and especially you."

He held her firmly as she tried not to let her pain, and rising fear show. Stella was trapped, she was alone, there was nothing she could do. She let out a cry of pain, her strength leaving her as he pushed her further into the wall he had her held against.

"Hey, get off her!"

Both sets of eyes darted to where the new voice was coming from. A man was running towards them, his eyes fierce and his voice powerful. He charged at Stella's captor and threw him off her with graceful strength despite being a good few inches shorter and of a smaller build, and with a swift move had Diaz pinned against the wall as Stella watched on, breathless and slightly confused but grateful.

"If I ever see you anywhere near Detective Bonaserra again I assure you it will be the last thing you ever do. Now get out of here before I have you arrested for assaulting an officer." He let Diaz go with a shove and glared at him as he retreated what seemed to be a safe distance to turn his attention else where. Turning to Stella who now felt more awake than she had done when she awoke that morning thanks to the newly pumping adrenaline, and said caringly,

"Are you all…"

Suddenly Diaz reappeared out of no where and turned towards the two detectives. Before either of them could make a move, his fist made sharp contact with his own attacker's head causing him to fall, the side of his head making painful contact with the rough bricks of the wall as his hand slid down attempting to protect himself. Stella started the chase but as he leapt over the wall she knew she could not follow, so hurried back to the man who had been hit.

"Mac," She cried as she crouched next to him, "Mac?"

Mac Taylor opened his eyes and sat up, putting his hand to his face he let out an unintentional yelp of pain and found his hand covered in deep red blood as he pulled it away.

"Oh Mac." Stella said, half worried half groaning, "you're bleeding, lets get you inside." They stood up and noticed large droplets of blood were at their feet. Stella took off the scarf she was wearing and folded it up into a small square, "Hold this against it." She instructed.

"That will ruin your scarf." Mac protested, attempting to unsuccessfully stop the blood flow with his hand, which was already dripping slightly.

"Well you better buy me a new one then." She said with a smirk and held the scarf on his bleeding wound herself, with an added flourish to prove her point.

"Come on." She said as Mac obeyed orders and held her blue scarf to his head which instantly stained it a deep red. Stella picked up her bag with one hand and put her other hand on Mac's back in a firm but caring way, as they headed back into the place that seemed to take up most of their time and take over most of their life.