Here's my first 'multi chap.' LOL. It's only 2 chapters, but it's a start. I got tired of writing my other NY multi chap, so I wrote this one. It's going to be around 10 ch.'s and I'm on the 3rd. :) I hope you enjoy it. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY or any characters.

A Vacation Getaway

Stella slips on a blue form-fitting dress and matching high heels. She smiles at herself in the mirror. Mascara, light pink lipstick, and a little blush. All ready to go for her big date.

There's a knock on her door just as she grabs her purse. She takes one last look in the mirror.

"Wow, you look amazing." The mysterious man says as she opens her door.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." She winks and takes his arm.

Soon they're at a party drinking and having a good time. Laughing can be heard all around them. He takes her hand in his and massages it. Stella smiles; the feeling seeming to be mutual. The man leans over and kisses her; she kisses back. They linger for a while before he asks if she wants to leave. Her head just shakes up and down. The alcohol making her mind hazy.

Yet again, their arms lock as they walk down the dark road. Surprisingly he turns down an alley way, and against her better judgment, Stella follows him.

"Where are we going?" Stella asks, some mistrust lingering in the air.

"I have something I want to show you." The man's voice borderline primal.

"I-I think I should go home. Maybe I'll call a ca-"

"What's the hurry, baby? Don't you want to see what I wanted to show you?" The man's voice making Stella nervous, and not in a good way.

He grabs her arms and pushes her against a brick wall. The force knocks the wind out of her lungs. She struggles, but she's no match for him.

"Let me go!" Stella screams before he covers her mouth with his hand.

"Come on baby. You know, fighting it just turns me on." He growls these words as he starts to unzip his pants.

"Mac!" Stella manages to scream. "Help me, Mac! Mac!"

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"Stella!" Mac yells, sweat running down his brow. His breath frantic and his heart racing a hundred miles an hour. He sits up and puts his head in his hands. Oh my God. Stella.

He quickly looks around. Same old apartment. Mac glances at his alarm clock.

It's 12:25 am. Should I risk it? She's probably sleeping by now. But what if she really is in trouble?

The thought of Stella being taken advantage of makes him sick. Anger flows through his veins. He punches his pillow several times to calm himself down. In a few seconds his fury subsides; Sadness and worry take over. What if she needs help? She called for me.

"Not like I could do anything about it anyway." He huffs. Apparently his words mean nothing to himself, though. He grabs his cell phone and dials her number from memory.

"Better to risk waking her than risk having her lying hurt somewhere." Or worse. He didn't even want to think about that. God, please let her be safe.

The phone rings several times before a familiar voice picks up.

"Hello?" Her voice still groggy from sleep, but not panicked. Mac sighs in relief. One word and I already know my prayers have been answered.

"Hi Stella."

"Mac?" She says still in a daze, then concern sets in. "Oh my God, is everything okay? What's wrong?" Please, don't tell me anyone is hurt. Don't tell me anyone is dead. I don't think I can take it. Her breathing quickens, and he's sure her heartbeat is also.

"Nothing's wrong." A little lie. "I, uh, was just worried about you."

"Well, thank you." Her sweet voice making Mac smile. "But, why were you worried about me? Did something happen you're still not telling me about?"

Busted.

"No, nothing happened." Even miles away she could tell when he was lying.

"Come on, spit it out. I know you too well. What's going on?" Her concern yet again rising.

"It's nothing; I just… had a bad dream." There's a brief pause. "You were, um, attacked. I wanted to make sure you were okay." Somehow she always got the truth out of him.

Her voice wavers trying to find the right words. "Oh… um, yeah. I'm fine. Was just sleeping." She pauses. "You should try it sometime." The old Stella he knows and loves coming in strong and clear. I miss this. I miss her.

"What? Sleep? Doesn't sound like my thing." He teases. Stella laughs. He could see her face softening in his mind. A handful of states between them and they could still bicker back and forth, like nothing ever happened. Of course, it still wasn't the same.

"Well, it might not be your thing, but it is mine." She teases back. There's a brief pause. "Mac, I hate to cut you off, but I'm exhausted. Just got off a long shift. How about you call me in the morning?"

"It is morning." Smartass, Stella thought.

"Haha. You're so funny." She said sarcastically. A smile creeping onto her face. "I meant later in the morning, or this afternoon. Whatever is better for you. I don't have to be into work until 8 a.m. so any time before then, okay?"

"Sure. You can count on it." With this both of their worries faded.

"Okay. Talk to you later. Goodnight. And get some sleep, okay?" Stella smiles, but she is concerned for him.

"Okay, I'll try. Goodnight." Mac hangs up. Knowing they both need their sleep, but not wanting to hang up. It felt so good to hear her sweet voice in his ear.

Mac sighs. "Stella, I miss you." He lets his words hang in the air. Why didn't I tell her that? It's the truth. Besides, it's not like saying 'I miss you' is overstepping bounds.

He puts his head in his hands yet again. This time a light bulb goes off. I know what I have to do! He smiles the widest smile he's had in months.

Mac grabs his cellphone from his nightstand and gets out of bed. He makes a couple of calls as he walks into his kitchen to make coffee. Once that is over he heads to his bathroom to shower and shave. After he's done he grabs his coffee and heads back into his bedroom.

A suitcase now sits on his bed. Dust a centimeter thick sits on top of it. It's been sitting in his closet for years. With nowhere to go and no one to see, there was really no point in going anywhere. Not very fun by yourself.

Before long he's packed all his necessities and hauling it down to a waiting taxi. I have to make sure she's okay with my own two eyes, he tells himself. Besides, a vacation would be nice. Everyone knows I have enough days to retire on. He smiles. All alone in a new city with an old friend. What could be better?

Well, that's the first chapter. What do you think so far? Only one ch. to go! Hope you enjoy the rest.

Since you read this chapter, please review. :D

That and please continue onward. :)