A Woman's Prerogative.
LEGAL STUFF:-All characters etc belong to CSI HQ and not me.
A/N:-Just to say thank you to everyone who have been kind enough to post comments about my fics and to say that I do hope to be able to finish a few things off. Since today is February 29th so kind of special I would like to dedicate this story to anyone who has a birthday, anniversary etc I hope you had a wonderful time. Just to be absolutely crystal clear if anyone from CSI HQ is reading this there has only ever been one woman for Mac and there will only ever be one woman our STELLA long live SMACKED!
New York 2/29/12 6pm
Mac Taylor was having a truly bad day, so ok maybe for the most part it was his own fault after all he was the damn idiot who had told Stella that a long distance relationship was not enough for him and that she had to choose either him or a her job in New Orleans but he was not about to take the kind of crap he was getting off his team all day any longer no sir, no way, no how. Angrily he watched them file past him into the conference room first Jo then Flack followed by Danny, Lindsay and Hawkes then finally Adam, as they each took their customary seat Mac slammed the glass door shut with a bang and six people simultaneously grimaced.
"Ok people pop quiz time" Mac practically snarled "Where does Stella Bonasera now live and work?"
"Err...New Orleans" Adam squeaked out faintly.
"Correct" Mac huffed "She lives in New Orleans therefore I could not possibly have seen her in New York today could I? Say in Battery Park or Macy's."
"No" Six people mumbled guiltily all at once.
"No...something you all have repeatedly told me today over and over" Mac nodded "Therefore perhaps given that this is a highly skilled team of detectives someone can explain these to me" Without flinching he dumped a stack of photographs into the centre of the conference room table, photograph's of a certain curly haired, green eyed, half Greek ex NYPD detective clearly in New York date stamped 2/29/12.
New York 2/29/12 5.30 Am
Mac Taylor's cell phone sprung into life waking the dozing ex-marine instantly, not that Mac had gotten much sleep anyway that night or any of the nights for the past two weeks not since his last visit to New Orleans had gone so badly wrong. He hadn't meant to have said all those things to Stella and he had instantly regretted every last word, every single one, she'd kicked him out of her apartment and told him not to come back ever so what had he done had he got on his knees and begged for forgiveness now he'd stomped off back to New York where he'd been ever since "Sulking just like a big kid" As Jo had aptly described it. He'd tried calling Stella hundreds of times every day since, sent text messages, flowers, E-mails even tried Skyping her but Stella still point blank refused to talk to him. What made it worse he couldn't really blame her, he'd been the one to go all Neanderthal demanding that she put her career on hold and come back to New York and do what? Be his concubine? Stay permanently attached to the kitchen barefoot and pregnant? God he'd been such an asshole he deserved everything he got and more. Briefly Mac hoped for a miracle maybe she'd taken pity on him and decided to try again a guy could hope anyways couldn't he?
Opening his eyes Mac reached for his phone and sighed in disappointment as Don Flack's face flashed up at him "Hey Flack" He greeted his friend flatly.
"She's still not answered then I take it" Flack asked.
"You take it right" Mac replied.
"Well maybe this will take your mind off things for a while a John Doe found washed up at Battery Park Jo's gonna meet us there" He explained.
"Give me ten minutes" Mac rubbed his eyes tiredly clambering out of bed.
The sun was just peeking over the Statue of Liberty as he arrived and true to his word Mac found Flack and Jo waiting for him along with a mass of squad cars, uniformed officers and other assorted officialdom. Quietly and efficiently he and Jo got on with what they did best and processed the scene whilst Flack went about gathering witness statements and such like. Mercifully work meant a respite for Mac it took his mind off his Stella problem and the time passed quickly, finally he and Jo finished up what they were doing.
"Its way after seven how about we get some breakfast on the way back my treat" She offered as they made their way back to their cars on what appeared to be a dull, drizzly February morning in New York City.
"Thanks but no thanks I'm not really all that hungry" Mac shook his head miserably "Besides I really am not good company at the moment..." Mac stopped dead in complete and utter shock because right in front of him walking along the gang plank to the waiting Liberty Island Ferry in jeans, a turquoise sweater and her favourite leather jacket was Stella Bonasera, his Stella.
"Stella...wait up it's me Mac" He yelled at the top of his lungs and dropping his case and began to sprint towards the ferry but the woman either didn't hear him or care as she completely ignored his cries and climbed aboard the boat and the Ferry pulled away.
"Stella" Mac yelled frantically again but the Ferry continued on its way and she did not appear upon deck.
"What the heck is going on" Flack appeared from the direction of the port authority ticket booths and Jo caught then both up carrying both cases.
"Flack, she's here Stella's here in New York" Mac didn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified.
"Are you sure Mac? It's still fairly dark I mean maybe your mind is playing tricks on you" Flack didn't sound convinced.
"Jo you must have seen her too" Mac insisted.
"No I didn't Mac" Jo shook her head and passed him his case.
"But you must have" Mac was adamant "There is no way you could have missed her and for that matter she must have walked right past you too Flack."
"Nope not me Mac" Flack denied all knowledge "Just some touristy types."
"Alright I'll prove it to you" Mac declared "Flack call her ask her where she is."
"Awe come on Mac that's stupid" Flack rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"She still won't speak to me will she" Mac pointed out.
"I'll do it" Jo groaned "Anything for a quiet life."
Whilst the two men watched her Jo dialled up Stella's cell "Hey Stel it's me Jo...yes he is being a pain...tell me about it..."
"Get on with it" Mac harrumphed.
"Stella please will you tell us all where you are at this precise moment" Jo questioned her friend "At work in New Orleans Crime Lab yeah that's kind of what Flack and I said do you want to speak to Mac ...nope didn't think so see you soon" Jo switched her phone off.
"Satisfied" Flack grinned.
"Not especially" Mac stalked angrily off to his car, Mac was being lied to by his friends and more importantly Stella he was sure, he would know Stella's curls and her gorgeous curves anywhere even at midnight. No something was going on and he was going to find out what without the help of his friends evidently.
To be continued...
A/N: As always all comments great fully accepted thank you.