Stella's Diary Ramblings after Greece.

by MacsLovlyAngl (lovlyangl)

I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. Just the ramblings.

Diary notes that begin with Greece but will end with the final season of CSI:NY. After each Epi, Stella will add her personal thoughts on her and Mac.

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Dear Diary... May 13th 2009

Do you ever imagine yourself in your best friends arms? I did. Funny now I think about it how we allow our dreams to take us where we would never dare to go when awake. Anyway... let me tell you about it...

His name is detective Mac Taylor and he's my partner. I've known him for ten years. That's right, ten long years and within that time he has become friend, confidant and brother of my heart. Or so I thought.

I can laugh about it now, cause going back on it I realize how silly I was to think he was the brother type. God... sometimes life tosses us up like a salad and doesn't know when to stop. Anyway... I digress again. Please bare with me through this story as Mac has a way of making me lose more then my thoughts.

It started out when I tossed my badge onto his desk. That's right... down on his desk while looking into his tempered eyes. Eyes that were as angry as mine. Storming out I booked a flight to Greece and left New York behind. I guess by now you are wondering why. So let me tell you...

Mac was angry with me for working on Diakos case. You see... he found out I was the one that made the anonymous call about finding the body of Sebastian Diakos, after he had ordered me to drop the case. But you know me. I was too bloody stubborn to listen. Oh... then there was the art work that hung in my office. Imagine how I felt when I found out it was stolen art from Greece.

That's right... stolen. Papakota gave it too me as a gift. Looking at the back of it, I noticed a stamp for the Ancient Macedon Museum and that is how I realized it was stolen. So I tore it from the frame and took off to Greece to return it. Problem was... Mac wasn't far behind. It seems after I left, he checked my office and found the torn up paper from the frame. Along with the stamp that allowed him to piece the words together. Now that he knew where I was headed he decided to follow.

Now here we are together in Greece as we speak to Detective Temmas and Areti Moungri, a museum curator who informs us the painting was one stolen from her museum. I explain to her that I had no idea it was stolen. Temmas then tells me not to leave the country. I mean can you imagine? Boy was I worried. I thought for sure they were going to nail me for it.

Anyway... I digress again. I hope you don't mind. It's just I have so much to tell and the excitement of this leaves me thrilled, yet sad at the same time. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back...

When Mac and I left Detective Temmas and Areti Moungri we headed over to get Mac settled in the Hotel I was staying at. While he called home to New York, I headed to my own room to relax. Little did I know I had company waiting for me. That's right... Tasso. Papakota's brother in my room, attacking me. I thought for sure I was finished, but you know me. I fought tooth and nail. Would have had him too, till Mac walked in and seen him.

That's when Tasso tossed me from his arms into Mac's. And oh boy... I felt the electricity soar through me from his heated hands as they wrapped protectively around me. I think that was the first time I realized feelings like this didn't come from a brother type. No way... it was more then that and damn... did it scare me to have our relationship change that quickly.

Placing me down we both ran out to the balcony but it was too late. Tasso was gone. Thinking back to my conversations with Papakota I remember the peach tree filled lands that were lost to the government. Informing Mac about it, we decided to decipher the pesticide using a little trick Mac had learned and that lead us to Papkota land and the tomb of Alexander.

When Mac and I arrived we found Papakota and Tasso with the valuables from the grave. As Mac and I watch them, Tasso fires his gun at Mac and then flees. Chasing him on foot, Mac leaves me behind with Papakota. As I question him with anger he informs me that he was returning the artifacts. But I can't believe him. I just can't. Not when he lied to me all these years about not knowing my mother. As we continue to argue Tasso fires at me but Papakota turns and takes the hit.

As he dies in my arms, he admits that he loved my mother and that he was returning the artifacts to the land. Holding him tight in my arms as he continues to ramble I feel him take his last breath. Rocking back and forth now, I cry with him upon my lap. Then I feel Mac's hands grip my arms as he pulls me up. Turning I place my arms around him and cry, soaking his shirt from all the pain and lies that had been told.

Leaving Greece behind Mac and I say goodbye to Detective Temmas before heading back to New York. Boarding the plane we have a quiet flight back neither of us willing to admit that something had changed between us. Landing in New York Mac and I part ways for a few hours. While I head home to change. Mac heads back to the office to close the file on our case.

Later that afternoon I return to Mac's office where we sit down with coffee and talk. Reaching over I turn over his cup reading his coffee grinds as he asks me what they say. Looking at him with a smirk I say... "well Mac it involves a woman. See, this woman seems as though you have something that belongs to her. This item is gold and is worth far more in honor than fortune."

I remember his smile as he hands me my badge and I continue... "You know, I don't need coffee grounds to see how lucky I am to have you in my life Mac." Never will I forget the intensity of his face, for this was when Mac himself realized our friendship had indeed changed, for not only did he blush at my words, he also changed the subject by saying... okay, okay... what do you have in yours?

Laughing I move in closer as I say..." See that right there, Mac? That's an S for Stella the woman in your life who sometimes you adore and sometimes drives you crazy." So yeah... this is the story where Mac and I felt the change in our friendship begin. Will we be able to decide where to take it? Maybe someday in the future or possibly sooner, if I have anything to say about it.

Anyway... I should let you go for now I hear Mac calling me for our next crime scene. I'll be sure to keep in touch and add to this little diary for you. This way you can all read and feel the change as I write it in this little book. Until then, take care and I'll talk to you soon...

Stella.