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"I - I don't know if I can do this, Danno..."
Danny looked at his friend, a light sheen covering his pale face, eyes wide with fear. He'd never seen Flack like this before. He looked so... vunerable standing there in his white dress shirt - three buttons undone of course - and black suit pants, rubbing a hand through his already mussed-up hair.
"You'll do fine, Flack. As soon as you see Jess walkin' down that isle towards you, everything'll just... oh what the hell am I saying? I sound like Monroe." He looked pained at the thought of this, making Don laugh.
"Well... yeah, actually, you do."
"Anyway, before I puke, I gotta tell you Flack... you done good, ai'ight? Real good my friend."
Flack grinned at him, before pushing his sleeves up a little more and stepping out into the small chappel he and Angell had decided to marry in. Fairy lights were strung up outside leading round to the reception area, where the select group of fifty or so friends and family would gather to celebrate the two homicide detectives finally getting hitched. Danny was also pleased 'cos he'd won the betting pool on how long they'd last before marrying.
It seemed the only two people unaware of the mutual attraction were Don and Jess themselves.
As soon as the song begun to play - Everyday, by Rascal Flatts - Flack spun round to see Jess walking down the isle slowly towards him, looking a little shy, a lot excited and - much to his amusement - a little pissed off. He guessed this was a result of having to wear a dress.
Though he had to say, it looked damn good on her.
The white fabric made her tanned skin glow, and the neckline dipped just far enough for his liking, the silk rope empire line only accentuating her figure.
Her dark hair swung feely over her shoulders and framed her face, the radiance almost overwhelming. Suddenly, he didn't think Danny was like Monroe at all - he was spot on.
His worries faded as Jess closed the gap between them, her grin widening, and all his fears, worries... smily melted away.
Angell gripped his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"You look beautiful," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
"You don't look too bad yourself, detective..."
The vicar looked at the group of people seated behind them, and begun to speak. "We are gathered here today..."
Stella nudged Mac, who was sat next to her. "Not a bad looking couple, hey?"
He nodded, a little wistfully.
Stella's voice softened. "Bringing back memories?"
"Claire wanted to get married in a church," he told her with a shrug. "We couldn't afford it at the time, so we just made do woth the Court House. I just... I wish I could've given her all this, y'know?" Mac guestured to the simplistic decorations and small church.
She squeezed his hand. "She knew you did, Mac. And to be honest - yeah, a church wedding is every little girl's dream, but it doesn't matter where you get married, it's the fact that you're marrying the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. That's what really matters, Mac."
He nodded to her, grateful for the comfort she always knew when to offer. Even simple words like that from Stella helped Mac appreciate that his dead wife Claire was happy with him, and he hadn't ever let her down.
A movement caught Stella's eye. Someone had slipped into the back pew, head kept down, silent. Something didn't feel right.
Mac noticed her unease. "Stella? You alright?"
She shifted nervously. "Um, actually, I don't feel so good. I'm uh, I'm gonna sit near the back, in case I need to leave."
He nodded, face filled with concern. "I've got my cell on vibrate. Call if you need me, okay?"
With a nod, she moved stealthily to the back pew, and sat herself next to the mysterious figure.
Whilst her dark hair fell forwards, hiding some of her face, Stella had no problem whatsoever identifying the new guest.
Her voice was calm and level. Surprising, given the circumstances.
"Aiden."
Hehehe! I adore Aiden so much!
Whoop!
All will be clear next chapter.