A/N: Sorry this is going to be a short paragraph/story I dont have that much time to actually involve myself completly. Forgive me please.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING...yall know the rest. Hope yall enjoy this lil drabble that i like to call my story..i might make it five chapters long don't know yet.


Dec 7th, 1941 a beautiful day in New York City, New York. Detective Mac Taylor, Supervisor at the New York Crime Lab was finishing his early morning work out routine. He had worked at the Crime Lab for a little over 10 years, and had been a former Acting Officer in the U.S. Marine Corp since he graduated out of college. Just as he turned the corner to his appartment he noticed something was different in the atmosphere, but quickly demolished any possible idea. Once he made it up to his appartment the smell of freshly brewed coffee, ham & eggs, toast, and his favorite aroma of all, his wife's scent hit him like a brick wall. He was the luckiest man to be alive, he tought to himself.

He strolled on down to the kitchen to find his wife in his shirt, with her hair tied back, barefooted. He came up behind her, gently slipping his arms around her waist and burying his head into her neck.

Nibiling her ear he spoke softly "Smells wonderful in here"

She smiled widely and responded "Anything to make my man happy" she turned softly in his embrace and gave him a tender, sweet kiss on the lips.

"mhmm" he moaned in pleasure, "how about I take a quick shower and after breakfast we continue this somewhere else" he said with a wink

"my pleasure, pretty boy" she flirted and gave him a quick last peck as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Stella," he called from the bathroom

"yea honey?" she replied from the kitchen

"can you watch the news for me hun?"

"no problem" hearing the water turn on she switched the TV on, and the first thing that came on was...

"MAC...!" she yelled


Should i continue? Please leave feedback..it will be greatly appreciated.. :D Thanks :)