wasup ppl of the world of fanfiction! this is my second csi ny fanfic! im still trying to no the character betta :) hehe well i hopez u guys like this...

Mac Taylor sat in his office with a heavy frown. He gripped the pen tighter around his fingers and scribbled on the paper in front of him. It was about 12 at night and the lab was empty. Outside was dark and raining cats and dogs. The team had just finished a case concerning a former serial killer who was put away for life. The case had taken nearly a week to solve and everyone was tired. But Mac, being his stubborn self, had insisted on doing paperwork and had stayed in the office until then, still focused on paperwork. But even the head of the crime lab needed a good nights sleep sometime. He rubbed his eyes and tried to pry the sleep away from his eyes. It had been a stressful week at the most, if not frustrating. The whole team had been working 24/7 for the past few days and they were getting some well deserved rest. Mac's hand had starting hurting since an hour ago and now he had the skill of putting his signature on a piece of paper with both his right and left hand.

Dropping his pen on his desk, he leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes. He just wanted to sleep right there. But he knew he couldn't, so he got to thinking. The case, the killer, the victims, the life he had before...Stella. She'd always been there for him. And vice-versa.

The relationship they had was complicated. More complicated than ever. They were friends, yes, even best friends, but they were partners too. That title that they had, held each other back from whatever relationship they might have had. Both were very professional and wouldn't let anything get in between them selves or the work they had. As an important part of the city of New York, both of them kept professional agendas and did everything they could to make the city a bit safer. However, sometimes Mac did wonder what it would be like to go above the line of mere friendship and have something more. Of course after Claire, it wasn't that easy. Peyton had confirmed that. He tried the best he could but every woman he met, he would get reminded of Claire.

For reasons he didn't quite understand, Stella was different. She made him feel...like a human being, like it was worth living. Sometimes, she was the reason why he woke up every day and got into work at 5 in the morning.

He was startled from his thought at the sound of knocking. Opening his eyes, and leaning back forward, he saw Stella standing there, arms crossed and a heavy frown upon her face. He'd thought she went home.

"Mac," she started, "what in the world are you still doing here?"

Mac countered. "I can ask you the same thing."

Stella playfully rolled her eyes and shifted to her other foot. "You should go home. Get some rest."

He smiled warmly at her. "I'm fine. And the chief wants these in by tomorrow," he lied, tapping on the papers spread out in front of him.

Stella sighed. "Mac the chief doesn't care about what happens to the paperwork. He just wants the cases solved. And in order for the cases to be solved, we need the best there is on it. And I do mean you."

Mac looked down. "How long have you been standing there for?" He ignored her comment.

"Long enough to know you need a good night's sleep." She walked over and sat on the chair opposite of Mac's. She put her elbows on her knees and gazed at him.

He mimicked her with a slight grin. "I'm fine, Stel."

Stella shook her head with another sigh. She reached over and grabbed a handful of paper. Mac looked at her with surprise as she brought them to the coffee table across from him and grabbed a pencil. "Fine. When we're finished, your going home and getting some rest."

Mac hid a smirk at her sudden command. "Alright Detective Bonesaera." He flashed her a small smile and went back to work.

A couple minutes later, Mac had finished his pile and look up to see Stella sitting there, writing away. Her side view was perfect, just like her...he shouldn't think like this, no. She was his friend. Just..a friend. However he got up and slumped down next to her. Stella looked over at him with a frown. Mac shrugged and grabbed a few papers from the table.

"Only fare if I help you when you helped me right?"

Stella chuckled. "I guess." She handed him a bit more. When Mac looked at her in question, she answered, "That's for not listening to me."

Laughing, Mac got back to the job at hand. They stayed like that for a while, arms brushing, eyes focused, and hands aching. The only sounds was the rain constantly hitting the window. Suddenly Mac stopped scribbling and his body stilled. Stella noticed almost right away.

"What's wrong?"

Mac put his finger on his lips. Stella instantly became quiet. A small sense of fear was growing inside her. Mac never acted like this without reason. Five seconds past.

"You hear that?" Mac had his stern face on and was listening intently.

Stella focused on hearing anything out of the ordinary. Then she heard it. It was the sound of...a lighter? The elevator singed and she glanced at it. A group of men, all wearing black stepped out. There had to be at least six. All of them were carrying some kind of armed guns. Without warning, Mac grabbed her hand and hurried over behind his desk. He made Stella go under so she was covered by the desk. He then got his piece from his drawer and squatted down next to her.

"You have your gun?"

Stella shook her head. "It's in my office," she whispered. Did this have to happen now? When she was trying to get Mac to go home for some god damn sleep?

Mac bit the bottom of his lip, forming a mental plan. He handed her his phone. "Call Flack. Tell him there might is a hostage situation in the lab."

Stella nodded and reached for the phone. As she took it she felt Mac tense up. His lips were slightly apart and he was slowly beginning to raise his hands.

"Get up," a deep, low voice said behind him.

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