1.) Mac Gets Shot…for a date

Mac was once again the only swimmer in the pool, the ridiculously early hour of morning accounting for the lack of people. It had become a daily routine: Get up, swim for an hour, and grab a bite to eat on the way to work, at which he would arrive half an hour early because he had nowhere better to be. His bad sleeping habits left him with a lot of hours in the day, and where better to spend them but the lab?

There had only been one disruption to this routine in a long time, when the Mac Taylor killer had been through his things in order to look at his car keys. Since then, he'd never left his stuff lying around again, and always paid the extra 50 cents that would buy him a locker. He wondered how much money he'd spent in total on his daily locker - 50 cents didn't seem like much, but in the end it added up to something.

He finished his laps and got out, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. The same as every day - he would shower, change and leave. As he pushed the door to the shower room, he stumbled as a hand around his mouth pulled him back with brute force and held a gun against his head.

"Hold it!" the suspect yelled, causing Mac to flinch. The voice was female. "Put your hands behind your head and don't you dare move, Taylor!"

His heart sped up as it always did when he found himself in this kind of situation, but something clicked as Mac realized the voice sounded vaguely familiar - not to mention the suspect knew his name. Unable to place it, he put his hands behind his head, not particularly wanting to lose his life, thinking that cooperation was the easiest thing he could do right now. The suspect was wearing black which included a balaclava, but he was sure he could see curly ringlets poking out of the edges.

"You could stop this now and save yourself a life sentence," Mac said, but though he'd used this line on criminals many times, he never recalled it actually working.

"That's okay, I'm not planning on getting a life sentence."

"Then what exactly are you planning on?" He thought that perhaps he could buy himself some time by finding out what the criminal was up to.

Then, to his surprise, the criminal removed the balaclava.

"Dinner."

It was Stella, and when she pulled the trigger, bubbles came out.