So, I'm back with a new story!

Well my last exam lies in front of me on Monday and I managed to put some writing into my schedule. I decided to try something new. This time I decided to write the story in Stella's POV. I plan on a series which I call Stella's Story Series (SSS). But I will only post the first chapter, now and then I'll see if you want me to continue it. So, if I continue this story and maybe write a sequel to it is up to you now.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Stella Bonasera, Mac Taylor or every other character that belongs to the show CSI:NY. I just borrow them :) They all belong to CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer and all the people who create it. I only own the characters that doesn't belong to the series!


Don't You Dare

Chapter One: The day off

Everything started on that special day in June. Well, actually that day started quite good for me though. It was my day off. The first one this month and the first one in nearly half a year. Finally I could get some much needed sleep. The last 2 weeks had been quite sleepless and tough. Maybe not sleepless at all, but I didn't get much sleep either. And I thought neither did Mac or Lindsay or any other member of the team or the lab.

I started that day quite late, at about 10:30 am. My first way this morning led me to my bathroom and I took a very long shower and enjoyed it as best as I could. After that shower I dressed myself in a neck holder dress. The dress was red and was made of cotton, like a shirt. It was a summer dress and beautiful. It had a small bow on the left frond side. When I was home or going to do some shopping or I was meeting with some friends I really loved that dress. It had been a birthday gift I received from Mac last year and I worn it quite often though he never saw me in it. Sadly, because I knew he would love to.

After I got dressed I went into my small kitchen and had breakfast. The next few hours I spent with housework and laundry and all those things that needed to be done. It was about 2 pm when I decided to call my best friend Lisa McCaine. I haven't heard of her quite a long time so I just wanted to hear her voice. Her phone rang a few times before she picked up.

"Stell, sweetie, How are you?" she asked me right after she picked up.

"Hi Lisa. I'm fine, enjoying my day off and you?"

"Oh… I'm preparing the last things for my next journey this evening. My boss wants me to go to Greece this time. He wants me in those political areas and report about the latest crisis. Boring thing to be honest. But I'm going to have a look at the country you were born. I'm quite curious about that since you went there for a case last year." She told me. That was my Lisa, always answering a little question in a little story. She likes talking and so I figured she chose the right job. Lisa was a journalist, but a kind of journalist who travels to different countries to report right from the scene of the current important happenings. She loved that ever since I knew her and I knew her from high school.

"Sounds great! Getting away from the big and busy New York City and going to the big and busy Athens. I should visit Greece again some time. Maybe on my next vacation. What about your boyfriend uhm… Nick?" I asked her. I didn't know the name of her boyfriend exactly since she often changes them. She never has luck with these men. And so did I.

"Oh, he left me a week ago. Said we were too different and I was traveling too much. Guess what? I think he was cheating on me long before he left me. Sad thing, but hey, life must go on, right?"

"You're never really sad when someone leaves you, hu?" I smiled.

"Well, you know me, Stell. I'm a journalist who travels much. I meet a lot of nice people, see a lot of nice places I wish to stay at, but I always have to leave. So why should I be sad when a man leaves me because he doesn't love me? Wasted tears if you ask me." She chuckled lightly.

"If I only were a bit as you… Well, I'll leave you in peace now, bet you have a lot of things left to do, I'll go shopping now. Have to use the time."

"Honey, it's good that you are how you are. What would I be without you? Remembering me of taking a break sometimes and do think of emotions. Well, I'll call you when I'm back and then we should do something together again."

"True. It's been quite a while since we met. Will you send me a post card?"

"Of course Stella hon. I'll pick the best I find. Enjoy the rest of your day off and see you soon!"

"Bye, sweetie, have a good time in Greece!" I said and hung up. At least she was okay and I now prepared myself to go shopping. I didn't change my clothing but I had to choose a purse and some shoes. Ten minutes after I talked to Lisa I left my apartment.

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The sun was shining in New York and it was quite warm. Really it was summer in New York. We had had some very hot days here the last few years but today was just fine. Not too hot and not too cold. Only a few beautiful, white fluffy clouds were on the bright blue sky.

I did my grocery shopping and of course I was looking for some new cloths and I found 2 new shirts and a pair of dark blue jeans which I bought. One of my ways led me, who didn't guess it, to Tiffany's. I looked around in the small shop, but I didn't buy anything, because I figured I couldn't afford it this month.

After parking my car in the nearest parking garage I went back to my apartment. I had my bags in my hands, they weren't very heavy, but I just wanted to get back into my apartment and put the things where they belong. As I neared the building I saw 2 police cars standing in front of it and one black Avalanche. I soon found out that it was one of our CSI cars and it was Mac's. I wondered why they might be here, maybe something happened in the building next to mine, but that made no sense. I saw the police officer standing in front of the apartment building door I lived in and I knew he wouldn't let me in, but I would try it. I didn't know the officer standing there and taking care that nobody leaves the building unseen and no one is getting into it. As he saw me approaching he stopped me right in front of the door.

"Sorry Ma'am. You can't go inside this building." He said.

"I'm living here, officer…" I said.

"Might be, but I'm not allowed to let anyone inside this building. I'm sorry."

"What happened?" I asked him, hope to get any information, but also knowing that he won't tell me any details. I knew he was just doing his job. Nothing else. "Maybe I should call Mac… I'm surprised he didn't call me yet." I thought.

"Someone was murdered inside that apartment building. That is all I can tell you." He said with an apologizing and friendly smile.

"Great… I didn't think of anything else… can you tell me who was murdered?"

"Sorry Ma'am. Ongoing investigation and I'm not allowed to give any information about it. But if you're living here, I bet Detective Flack or Detective Taylor might want to talk to you during that investigation."

"I know they will." I said. "But unless I can't go inside they'll have to look for me first. Guess they'll call me."

"Why do you know all that stuff?" he asked me surprised. Just as I wanted to answer his question Mac came out of the building.

"Stella…" he said as he saw me.

"Hey Mac. What the hell…" I started but he interrupted me, by raising his hand. He turned towards the officer and said: "She's allowed to go inside."

And then he went to the Avalanche and picked something up and then he turned to me.

"Do you mind me walking you back to your apartment?" he asked me with a smile.

"I'll be glad to have your company." I said and replied his smile. So we went inside and he escorted me to my apartment.

"So, what's going on?" I asked him on the way to my apartment.

"A young woman named Stacy Travis called 9-1-1 just an hour ago. She said her boyfriend was murdered in his apartment. Do you know her?"

"No… not that I remember. Was she living here?"

"Not officially. Her boyfriend, Harris Worthfield lived here. Just…" he started and I interrupted him.

"Just above me, I know. And that Stacy was his girlfriend?" I asked him in disbelieve.

"She said so, why are asking?"

"I'm asking because I didn't know he had a girlfriend and I knew him quite well."

"Do you? Then I guess you can tell me a bit about him?"

"Isn't that Don's task normally? To question suspects?" I asked him smiling.

"I'm a detective, too. And your friend and since I'm escorting you to your apartment and you told me you knew the victim you can tell me what you know, because I'll get to know it anyways." He said.

"I know, I know… well, actually there isn't much to say about him, because as far as I know he wasn't that kind of person who wants to take center stage. He did a party from time to time and invited the people who are living here. But most of them didn't come. Some of them just want to stay alone. But he was a nice fellow. Do you have any idea who did this?" I ask him.

"Not by now. Do you? Did you ever go to one of his parties?"

"I did. Several times. It was always fun. Nothing more."

"And you have no idea…?"

"No, sorry." I said and we were already standing in front of my door. I picked the key out of my purse and opened the door. Before I went inside I turned around to look at Mac again. His eyes hat a worried look.

"What?" I asked him in wonder.

"Nothing… just, be careful around here the next few days. Keep your eyes and ears open, will you?" he said in a worried tone. I knew what he was thinking, but I had no reason to think the same but anyways I would keep my eyes and ears open and watch out a bit more that usually.

"I will." I said and stepped into my apartment.

"See you tomorrow." He said with a slight smile before he continued his way upstairs. I smiled back and closed the door after he had left.


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