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Mac Taylor is pretty sure that he's in love. It was a fact as it was a mystery to him. He was feeling things - things he's never felt before, things that he felt only a very long time ago. Somehow, he knew what that feeling was. He was adamant that that was how it felt to be in love. But one thing, though, isn't clear to him. Who? He's in love but with who? See, even he doesn't know.
He was in his office, gazing into nothing, thinking of who he could possibly be falling for. Then, after a thought, he gave out a chortle. He could just see his own self in his office, not working but gazing out into space. A tall, slender woman in her early thirties passed by his room and did a double take. She smiled at the scene in front of her.
She peeped into the doorway, still grinning. "Mac?" Mac however didn't notice her call his name. He was still gazing out in the hopes of a name to hit him. The woman entered fully into his office, her tall and slender figure magnified by all the glass and the close up view. "Mac Taylor!"
He jumped and the woman giggled.
"Stella," he breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you doing here?"
She folded her arms and sat on his desk just like she always does every time she enters her best friend's office. He suddenly had this feeling when she cross her legs just in front of him, making the hair on his arms stand up. "You weren't in the crime scene, you're not in ballistics and you're definitely not working. What are you doing?" She gave him a teasing grin.
He rubbed his temple. "Thinking."
She elegantly left the table and came right behind him. She leaned in closer and gave her best friend a backward hug. "I guess I don't have to ask what you were thinking. I bet it's about the case, isn't it Taylor?"
He grabbed the arms of the woman enclosed behind him. "I definitely wasn't thinking about that."
Stella pulled back a little. "You weren't? Hmm. Surprise, surprise."
He chuckled, pulling her closer and cuddling in her long arms. It wasn't the first time that they've done this; they've always been this close. There are occasions that when they'd meet Stella would give him a quick kiss on the cheek and it would just somehow land too close to where his lips were residing. They were best friends, so it had never really bothered him...until now.
Mac didn't know why there was this peculiar feeling going on. He shook it off and decided to not think about it. He turned around and linked his arm with Stella's. "You want to grab a cheese burger?"
"Can't. I'm on a diet." She added a grin, making sure he knew she was kidding.
"Please. You're sexy enough already. What, you're planning on making all of my male employees fall for you? 'Cause I assure you that's not necessary."
She playfully smacked his arm. "I know it's not necessary." She giggled again and he placed his arm around her as they headed for the elevator.
The elevator ride was taking more time than usual. He made a mental note to get it checked out, when suddenly it shook and the lights flickered on and off until it turned off completely.
"Mac," Stella's voice came breathlessly beside him that it made goosebumps appear on his skin. Then, Mac felt cold hands grab his arm. "Did I ever tell you that I just recently diagnosed myself as claustrophobic?"
Mac's head whipped to face his partner even though his eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. "No. Apparently, you left that part out in our morning meetings."
He felt her nod her head. "I didn't? I could've sworn I did. Hmm. Anyway, I am. I don't know what triggered it but Mac if we stay here a little longer I don't know what will happen to me."
He looked around hoping that just by doing something he could make something happen. There was no way he would leave Stella inside the elevator longer than she can handle. She slowly sat on the floor beside him and, surprisingly, was very stoic.
He sighed and sat beside her too.
"They're going to find us, Stell. They'll get this fixed. I promise." He squeezed her hand and she squeezed his back.
"Did you bring your phone?"
"No. Did you?"
"Yeah, but the battery's dead."
"We'll be fine."
"I know. But if I'm going to die at least it'll be in the comfort of my favorite elevator," she said trying to lighten up the mood and Mac allowed her to do so.
"You don't die of claustrophobia, Stell."
"There are some cases, though. You never know." She turned to her best friend. "Thank you, Mac. For being my best friend and awesome boss and partner. And Mac, I lo-"
"What are you doing? You're not saying your goodbyes, I won't allow it. If you do, you're fired Bonasera."
She snorted. "Ooh. Nice threa, detective."
Despite the situation, he laughed. "I know what we can do, Stell."
"What?" Her voice was breaking now, almost gasping for air and he brazenly grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. If they weren't going to get out of here soon, Stella would somehow knock herself out or, worse, her lungs might close up.
He looked straight into her eyes...and kissed her. Mac didn't know why he did it, but it did help their current situation. At least they were doing something, something to distract her.
She moaned and kissed him back.
He didn't expect that reaction. It was just minutes ago when he was thinking of who he could possibly be in love with.
He stopped abruptly, a thought coming to him. He looked at Stella. "You're the one."
"What?" Her voice too fragile.
"Uh, I... You're the one. You're the one I'm in love with. I'm in love, Stell. With you. I know, I'm stupid and I shouldn't even be saying this right now because if ever we got out of here I would just ruin our friendship. You know what, forget what I said. I said nothing. You heard nothing." He looked away, embarrassed at such an outburst of his feelings.
But Stella smiled, placing her hand on his cheek and bringing him closer to her. "You're not stupid. I think you're very smart, Detective Taylor. And no, it would never ruin our friendship. You know why?" She didn't wait for an answer but kissed him once more. When she pulled back she whispered, her voice back to normal again. There was no breaking, no gasping, no delicateness in it. "I'm in love with you too."
"You are?"
"Yeah."
"So, would it be okay if I kissed you again?"
"Very." And so Mac did.
This kiss wasn't so awkward as it was the first time. It was slow, and sensuous and very memorable.
Then, they heard a pounding on the elevator door. "Hey, Mac, Stella are you in there?" It was Danny.
They both broke apart, looking up. "Danny? Get us out of here."
"On it, boss." That was Adam now and the couple inside heard the sound of the mechanics trying to get the steel door to open.
Mac felt female arms encircling his body. He smiled.
"I know what we can do while we wait."
"Really?"
"Mm hmm."
"Now don't you two start getting cozy in there!" Danny's voice came again and they laughed.
Stella continued to lean in on Mac again. "He will never know." She whispered.
"I can hear you up here!"
She shot her head upwards. "Messer, Mac says if you keep on interrupting us he'll fire you." Then, they waited. When it was clear, she lunged for her lover's lips, this time they weren't interrupted.
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