One Last Solute

A/N: This is for AliasCSI:NYFriendsER who told me I couldn't end Believe in Us like that. I hope you like it. It took me awhile to figure out what I should have happen with Stella and the baby.

Chapter 1: Don't Take the Girl

"Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son I know you don't want her to go but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my best friend Bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please don't take the girl"

"I didn't kill her."

"Mr. Williams, we have your fingerprints and DNA at the crime scene and on the murder weapon. All the evidence points to you," Stella sits opposite the man. They all knew he killed this woman, but not enough evidence had been found to prove he was the one who killed her. She was just threatening him, trying to get a confession. Mac was still examining the man's house looking for more evidence to prove he lit the vic on fire.

"I told you I went to talk to her earlier that day, but I didn't kill her. She was alive when I left. I'm not saying any more."

"Fine. We'll find enough to arrest you. How would you like to be burnt up?" she shoves a photo of the vic on the autopsy table in his face, forcing him to look at the disgusting burns on her face.

"I didn't kill her," Mr. Williams shouts at Stella, standing up and lunging at her. He collides with her, knocking her over, before she can react. The man wraps his hands around her neck, suffocating her. Stella struggles to free herself, but his grip just tightens. "You want the truth, Detective? I'll tell you now; you won't be able to convict me. She was cheating on me. That bitch didn't deserve to live so I killed her."

All of a sudden the door to the interrogation room swings opens and Mac runs in with his gun out. Two shots were fired right into the man's chest.

"Stel, you okay?" Mac asks, helping her up. She didn't say anything as he reaches out to rub her neck. Stella backs away at his touch.

"I'm fine."

"The baby too?"

"I don't know. I-," she is cut off by Mac's lips against hers.

"It's okay, Stella. I don't want you interviewing alone anymore or at crime scenes."

"Why? What do you want me to do for six months? I can't work in the lab because of the chemicals."

"I don't want you to get hurt," Mac says reaching to inspect her neck again. Stella let him touch her this time. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Mac, I'm fine. I guess I'll start plans for the wedding since I can't work. I go to the doctor Wednesday so you don't make me schedule another appointment to check on the baby."

"See you later," Mac kisses her one last time before going back to work leaving Stella with another detective on the case.


"Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said "If you do what I tell you to, there won't be any harm"
And Johnny said "Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
Here's the watch that my grandpa gave me
Here's the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please don't take the girl"

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Mac asks as he drives Stella to the doctor.

"I don't really have a choice, Mac."

"Which would you prefer then?"

"I don't know. I kinda want a girl. What do you want?"

"A boy, but a girl would be fine."

"I just hope it doesn't look like Frankie when it's older. I can't wait to find out, Mac," they arrive at the doctor's office.

"Stel, I'm sure the baby got you genes in the looks department," he says receiving a huge smile and slight blush from Stella.

---CSI: MY---

"Oh my god, Mac, we're having a boy," Stella hugs him tightly.

"Well, back to the lab then to tell everyone the news," Mac says leading her out of the office and back to the car.

"I'm hungry. Let's stop for ice cream on the way there."

"Stel, you're always hungry, pregnant or not. I guess we can as long as you promise no weird combinations," Mac says, laughing.

"You can look at dead bodies all day, yet you can't handle French fries in ranch dressing. A lot of people dip their French fries in ranch dressing and they're not pregnant."

"Shut up, Stella," Mac teases.

---CSI: NY---

"So, you have any names in mind for your son?" Mac asks as they sit down to eat their ice cream.

"I already know what I'm going to name him," Stella says smugly.

"What?"

"Michael Taylor."

"No Mac Jr. or Frankie Jr.?" he teases her again. She freezes at the mention of Frankie.

"No, definitely not."

"Sorry," he says realizing her discomfort. "Why Taylor?"

"Well, if it's your son, he would have your last name. And we would have to change his name anyway after the wedding. Plus it sounds better than Michael Bonasera."

"Good point. You need any help planning the wedding or are you done planning because you're avoiding doing paperwork?" he smiles as she glares at him.

"I've got nothing better to do. Blue or purple and chocolate or white cake?"

"Blue and white. Is that all I get to decide in the wedding? And I didn't even get to help name my son."

"Probably, but I can't remember right now. Don't complain. You're the one who told me I can't do lab work, process scenes, attend autopsy, or interrogate suspects. And technically it's not your son."

"Hey, it's only three more months. Do you want the baby healthy or not?" he asks, knowing she can't win the argument.

"Yes, but it's so boring to do paperwork all day on cases you don't know anything about."

"Maybe, and I'm glad I'll never have to find out. We should get back," he stands and she follows.

"Correction: you should get back. I'm useless."


"Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
There's going to be a little one and she says it's time to go
Doctor says the baby's fine but you'll have to leave
'Cause his momma's fading fast and Johnny hit his knees and there he prayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don't take the girl"

"Hey, Stel," Hawkes pokes his head into her office, "you know where Mac is?'

"He went to pick his mother up from the airport."

"Okay, how many more days do you have?"

"Three- Ow," she suddenly screams. "Maybe not."

"You alright?"

"No, call Mac. Tell him to meet us at the hospital," she gets up, grabs her bag, and starts to leave her office realizing Sheldon is just standing there. "Hawkes, come on. I think the baby's coming. Get Flack to drive us. What?"

Hawkes is staring at her with a slightly scared look. "I've never delivered a baby before."

"Well, get going so you don't have to. But you do know how just in case, right?"

"I'm an ME, Stella, not an OB/GYN. Dead people don't give birth. But, yes, I do know a little about delivering babies if we need it," he finally moves to help her.

"I'll call Mac on the way there."

"Stel, what's wrong?" Mac answers his phone.

"The baby's coming. Flack's driving Hawkes and I to the hospital. Meet us there. Have you gotten your mother yet?"

"Yeah, she's right next to me. Want to talk to her?"

"Not really. Does she know the baby's not yours?"

"No. You can tell her if you'd like. I'm putting the sirens on so we get there faster."

"Good. Ow-hurry."

---CSI: NY---

"Where's Stella?" Mac asks Hawkes when he sees him outside her door. "How is she?" he makes to open the door but Hawkes stops him.

"There've been some complications with the birth. I'm sorry, Mac. It will be a miracle if they both survive," he says as Mac stands there in shock.

'I can't lose them both. She's my everything. I know she didn't want the baby at first, but now she was excited to be a mother. Why can't it be me instead of her? Stel has been through so much already with Frankie and what he did to her. I know she wouldn't want me to leave her, but she doesn't deserve this. Everything you do is for a reason; God, what is your reason for putting us through this torture? Is this her punishment for not using protection, which Frankie should have been man enough to or ask her is she is? Let me see Claire again. I wouldn't mind if both of them survived and I was left here with them or if you let me take her place. I don't care. Just let her be okay. And even if the baby dies, we can have more kids when she is ready. Please don't take Stella from me.'


"Johnny's daddy
Was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old"

A/N: "Don't Take the Girl" Tim McGraw. I hope you like it. I'm still writing the story, so I only have a basic idea of what's going to happen. I'll write and update as fast as I can. Tell me what you think or if you have ideas. Thanks.