Sweat by csidle5
This is a companion story to my other CSI: New York fic Nerves, but this time it is Stella's POV. This is unbetaed, so all mistakes are my own.
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Her body was covered in a light film of sweat. Even thought it was only early April, she was sweating like it was 90 degrees, and the middle of July. She was hoping it was cooler in the chapel, than the stuffy limo she was currently riding in. She was sweating because her dream of finding and marrying her Prince Charming was finally coming true; sweating because of the heat in the limo. Sure she was nervous, but there had been times that her nerves had been a lot worse. Times like the bombing that had severely injured Flack, but narrowly missed Mac; not knowing anything in the hours after the shooting that had fatally wounded Angell; 9/11, when she had waited with Mac to hear about Claire.
She managed to make it through the ceremony without completely drenching her dress; a dress that would probably sit in her closet till the day she died, or gave it away. The moment the priest said "You may now kiss the bride", was the moment she stopped sweating, and the butterflies stopped.
Minutes later, they walked out, hand in hand, as Mac and Stella Taylor, husband and wife, best friends, partners.