Something like this has been bugging me. I can still remember that episode in season 2 where Stella showed off some her moves to Hawkes and Mac. Mac's face was priceless. But of course, will Mac ever get dance with her? I hope that I will be to elegantly answer that question.

Disclaimer: Sadly, no I do not own CSI NY. You do not want to know what would have happened by now if I did. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS.

Author's Note: I have been dancing for nearly twelve years myself. If you can't understand the steps, don't worry, it's just simple stuff. I'm not going to make Stella do a split or anything.

"What is this?" Stella looked up from the files she was reading.

"What's what?" she asked.

"This piece of paper. It must be notes out of the victims purse." Said Mac reading a small sheet of paper. "I didn't see this earlier."

The two detectives were sitting in his office, Mac behind his desk and Stella in her chair. Of course if anyone needed two find these two, it would be in his office, in the middle of the night alone. That was just how it was.

"I processed it. It proved to be irrelevant. The girl was a dancer Mac. She probably wrote down the steps to a dance they were rehearsing or something."

Mac smiled. "Remember the case we had a few years ago including a wife who was out to get her husband…"

"Oh yeah, and there was that poor girl who was just an innocent bystander. Ended up getting caught in the mix." Contemplated Stella.

"Yeah, but I remember you showed off some of your moves during that investigation." Replied Mac, with a small smirk on his face.

Stella smiled.

"Of course, you Mac Taylor, would remember that."

"Maybe you can translate this for me." He said handed her the sheet of paper across his desk.

She contemplated the words and within 7.8 seconds, knew exactly what she was dealing with.

"Well, one thing is for sure, this girl is a lefty. Might prove to be a bit difficult."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "So?"

Stella smiled. "So what?"

"I'd figured you'd show me."

Stella couldn't believe it. "Really?"

Mac shrugged.

"Okay, if you wanna call yourself two left feet…" she held the sheet of paper in her hand, not to mention that she couldn't' believe she was going to do this.

"Okay, it starts out in B-plus;" – she put her weight on one leg while her other was bent behind her.

"… she did a glissade then an a carte;" – she did a small jump to one side and then did a small extension of her leg.

"…then a fie, jete, pas de bu re," Stella was totally engrossed in what she was doing. But Mac didn't mind. Not one bit. Stella did every step with grace and elegance, just like each step she took when walking, running, interrogating. She was Stella.

Stella performed a few more steps, before she was finished. When she actually did finish, she blushed. Mac raised his eyebrows. "What?" he said with a grin.

"I…I totally forgot you were watching." She said almost laughing at herself.

"It was a lovely performance Miss Bonasera." Stella rolled her eyes.

"It has been a long time since I've actually done that." She said, looking at the sheet of paper and then taking her seat. "It's funny, ya know. Out of all the NYPD banquets they have each year, none of them leave any room for someone to dance."

"It's the NYPD, Stella. I'm pretty sure dancing would violate some policy." Mac said. "I know. It sucks."

Her face saddened. Oh well. She thought.

"You really loved it didn't you?" asked Mac.

Stella put on a grin. "It was always so much fun when I was little. Just to move gracefully, your skirt fluttering all around you." She walked over to his side of the desk and sat on the edge, like she usually did. "You know what they say? Dance like no one is watching. And that's what I did each time. But today's culture has tainted it to the point where if you mention dancing, everyone's mind is flown to Las Vegas."

She thought to herself for a second.

"It used to be a beautiful thing Mac. What happened?" she asked.

He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, Stella." He looked in her eyes. "But if it makes you feel any better," she looked at him " you make it a beautiful thing."

Stella gave him a huge grin. OMG! Am I blushing?

Mac could see her slight embarrassment, but he loved doing that to her.

"Hey, how about we catch a late dinner and finish these up tomorrow? My treat." He said, looking in her eyes.

"Sure." She hopped off the desk, still red, and went to retrieve her coat. "Where to?"

"You pick."

Okay, that didn't feel quite as genuine as the others have, but fortunately for you all, I'm gonna make this a story, not a oneshot. So yes there shall be more. Now review. For Smacked sakes review!