Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been writing or reading for a while, I have had so much work to do lately and fanfiction take over my life if I'm not careful lol :D i still love all of your stories though :D

Anyway, I had this idea today after watching NY. Abigail is a made up character who Mac has been dating for a while. It is set in Season 6 :)

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY but if I did, Mac and Stella would not be hacing stupid flings and silly relationships. They would have each other. Simples. However, I do own Abigail :D (evil laugh).


'Knock, knock?'

Mac looked up from his desk, the pen in his hand hovering over his paperwork, and found a blond woman smiling at him. Mac smiled back out of habit.

'Hey Abigail' he said, turning his attention back to his work. His pen went to touch the paper when a pair of hands turned his head upward again. Abigail, the smile still on her face, bent down and pressed her lips to his. He responded with as much enthusiasm as he saw fit and then turned back to his work, the pen finally making contact with the paper.

'What's wrong hun? You seem a little tense.' Abigail murmured into his ear. Mac felt like some reaction should have occurred. After all his girlfriend (if that's what she was) was now gently massaging his shoulders. But there was nothing. No reaction. Just irritation, he had to get this work done.

'I just have a lot of work to finish tonight.' He mumbled, scratching his signature into the second piece of paper.

'Can't you do it tomorrow?' Abigail moaned. Mac looked up and saw that her lips were positioned in a pout. She was trying to look innocent and hurt. This just irritated Mac further.

Why was he dating her again?

'No.' He answered simply, causing the pout in Abigail's face to turn into a hard line.

'Okay then.'

It was quiet for a moment then. Neither one breaking the awkward silence. Mac continued his paper work, his gaze never turning from his desk until he saw a leg appear on it. His eyes followed it and saw Abigail sitting on his desk. She had obviously changed her strategy.

'Well. Why don't we go out tomorrow. Just me and you. After all, all work and no play is bad for your health. Why don't you let me show you how to play? Considering you've got work covered.' She whispered seductively, one of her eyebrows raising.

Mac swallowed. And not in the right way. He should have been swallowing because his girlfriend was now sitting on his lap and he was quite enjoying it. But he was actually swallowing because he was anxious. Anxious to get out of this situation.

She moved her lips to his jawline, tracing from his ear to his mouth with small kisses and he moved his hands to her waist. He meant to move her away but she took it as enthusiasm.

'There you go. I knew you had it in you.' She whispered. Mac pulled away, irritation etched into his face.

'Abigail. Not now.' He said with a bit more force than he should have considering this was his girlfriend.

Abigail stood up, the pout back on her face, and moved round his desk.

'Tomorrow?' She asked.

Mac swallowed again. 'Maybe.' Hoping she would be satisfied. It seemed she was, much to Mac's pleasure, and she walked out of his office, winking before the door clicked shut.

*

Stella sighed into her empty office, her paperwork piled neatly on her desk. Completed. Finally.

She stood up, stretching her muscles and, taking her coat, she walked out of the room. She wandered past Mac's office where he was sitting, his head in his hands. In front of her was Abigail, her perfect long hair swinging round near her annoyingly curved hips as she waited for the elevator. Stella really hated to dislike people but Abigail was just one of those people that Stella couldn't help but dislike.

And it had nothing to do with the fact that Abigail's boyfriend was the man sitting with his head in his hands.

Nothing at all.

She knocked on Mac's door softly and walked in without his invitation. He looked up with a weary expression which soon relaxed when he saw her face.

'Oh, hey Stel.' He smiled.

'Hey Mac' she smiled back. 'You look exhausted. Why don't you go home?' He shook his head slowly and sighed.

'No, I've really got to get this done.'

Stella nodded. 'Okay then. Well let me help you.' Mac went to protest but Stella held one hand up to silence him. 'I won't take no for an answer.' She said, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Mac smiled gratefully. 'Thanks Stel. I owe you one'

Stella laughed. 'One? Add another ninety nine and I think you'll be more accurate.'

Mac chuckled. 'Well, I'll start making it up to you by getting us some coffee'.

'Took the words right out of my mouth Mac.' She smiled as he walked out of the room.

Stella took a moment to scope her surroundings and realised how Mac seemed to have made this a home away from home. She noticed a sleeping bag tucked under some boxes and shook her head. He really was a workaholic. Still, she wasn't one to talk.

She sighed and relaxed into the cushions and began to sink down into the couch until she was lying. She yawned and realised how tired she was and although she tried to fight them, her eyes fluttered shut, the smell of Mac Taylor intoxicating her senses, until she was lost in slumber.


Well, I hope you are liking it so far. I know it's only short but I will try to update regularly. Please review if you feel like it cause I miss all of your lovely reviews :D If you want to slag off Abigail, feel free, I don't like her and I made her :D

thanks for reading!