Hi guys, here's a little one-shot. Haven't written in a while. Sorry if it sucks!

Facebook is well, facebook. I was bored so i wrote this.

Tell me what you think!

Everything belongs to CBS.

It's kind of implied that Mac likes Stella. He never actually says it out loud...

Enjoy!

Mac.

"Stella, do you have a facebook?" I ask Stella after finishing up a case which was where the killer stalked his victims.

"Yeah, doesn't everyone?"

"Not everyone."

"Well, you should make one!"

"Yeah Stell, like I have the time."

"Tonight, you do! My place, 7:00 sharp, bring the chinese! No exceptions."

Her mind was made up. And god knows a man really shouldn't try to argue with a lady, especially a stubborn one like her.

"I also don't want to get stalked by random strangers." I tell her, being reminded of the last case by the file on my desk.

"That's what creepers do, Mac. Most people stalk their friends for fun. Looking at pictures and such. Trust me, you'll become one too." She answers.

Still wary about the idea of getting a facebook, and my partner having a facebook, I give her a small confused smile.

Stella was out the door before she her long legs quickly came back through my office door.

"I like orange chicken, and fried rice."

Of course, I preferred white rice but if she wants fried rice.. fried rice it is.

"And kung pao chicken with six pot stickers. 3 for me, 3 for you."

After 10 years of working with someone, and at least twice a week eating the same chinese for dinner, you somehow remember what the other orders. And the whole entire menu.

"Oh, you know me so well!" she says, putting her hand on her chest, pretending that she was going to cry.

I do. I know her very well. Like when she's mad, her hands will go straight to her hips and her lips give a slight pout. And when she's happy, she laughs a lot and when she laughs her head tips back a little. And she sometimes has a playful little smirk on her face which makes me want to kiss her lips right then and there. And how her smile brightens the whole room.

7:00, on the dot, I was at her door.

Mom had always said, never keep a lady waiting! Though I have been late to dates before..

Wait, this is not a date!

You know you want to. The evil little voice inside my head which counters every thought, was right.

I knock on her door twice, the door opens slightly, chain still hooked.

"That bag better have chinese in it or I'm not letting you in."

I give out a little chuckle as I tip the top of the bag towards her.

"Okay, your clear." She says as she unhooks the chain and lets me in.

I step in and see the coffee table by the couch all set up. And then, the computer.

Right, it was facebook night.

Stella sits down and pats the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit.

We our take-out and make small talk until we get to the pot stickers.

Those were last, and that was tradition.

I put 3 on her plate, 3 on mine, and soy sauce for each of us.

Once we finished our pot stickers, I leaned back on the corner of the couch, my arm resting on top of the couch.

She looks at me once, then grabs her laptop and snuggles up against me, her laptop on her thighs.

Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I have wanted her to snuggle up against me for the longest time. Maybe facebook isn't too bad…

"Okay, so I'll show you stuff you do on mine, kay?" Stella asks.

I give her a nod and she opens up her profile.

"See, you have a wall which people post stuff, you can tell people what you're doing by updating your status, you can post pictures…"

I look at her profile picture and I'm sure my jaw dropped. She was flawless. She was wearing a green summer dress, outside at Central Park, hair and dress flowing in the wind. Stella was absolutely beautiful.

"Um, I like your picture…" I say, "When'd you take that?"

When she looked like that, I had to comment.

"Me and Lindsey went out to the park with Lucy, and Lindsey wanted to play around with her knew 'photographers' camera."

"Well, it's beautiful."

….. and why did I say that?

Because it's true. The little voice in my mind answers.

"Thanks Mac" she says as she gives me a little kiss on the cheek "Lindsey's a good photographer, you should see her pictures."

"It's the focus of this picture that makes it beautiful." I say, slowly making eye contact.

She looks down and blushes as she switches the page to where you create your account.

"Thanks Mac, that was really.. sweet of you." She smiles, now looking into my eyes.

"It's true." I tell her honestly.

"Okay here. Enter your information" she says, handing the laptop to me.

We finally create my account then move on to profile pictures.

We take pictures on her built in laptop camera.

There were some of myself, some of just Stella, and some of us both.

"I like this one." She says

It was me and her. My arm around her, both of us confused, looking down into the camera to see if it was working. Our first picture.

"Shouldn't I look good in my profile picture? I look like I'm lost.."

"You're the head crime-scene investigator of the biggest city in the U.S, Mac. We all know you wouldn't get lost." Stella say, reaching over to click the 'make profile picture' button.

I guess if Stella likes it, I'll make it my profi—move your hand, please stella!

Stella wanted to use the mouse to confirm my profile picture. The mouse was a little touch pad at the end of the laptop. I find this quite problematic; because right now I feel my cheeks getting pink and images of her doing crazy things are running through my mind.

And now I'm sure my eyes have gotten 3 times as it was before.

My curly haired partner turns her head towards me, hand still resting on the mouse pad, arm resting on my stomach, and then gets a confused look on her pretty face.

"You okay Mac?" she asks, oblivious to what is going through my mind.

I just nod, afraid of something inappropriate slipping out of my mouth.

"Okay, well your facebook is all set and ready!"

Third person POV

The night had ended with some wine and talks about work and random small talk.

"Thanks for having me Stell, I had a good time. Be careful with the internet, you know how people are."

"Mac, don't worry. I know."

Mac gives her a quick kiss on the cheek and says goodnight.

After he makes sure she locks the door and chain is put on, he takes his leave.

As he walks through the doors of his own apartment, he takes off his suit jacket and goes straight for the laptop.

"..." the detective mumbles to himself.

Though Mac had 10 notifications already, and a couple pokes from people, he went straight for Stella Bonasera's profile.

Mac Taylor started looking through everything on her profile.

Little did he know, this was called facebook stalking.

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