Hey! This is my first CSI:NY fanfiction- My take on the shuffle craze... I hope that you can read and reveiw it for me... All critisism is welcome; but flames will be used to toast my marshmellows!
I do not own the CSI franchise, and if I did, Stella and Mac would be happily married with a few babies!
Chapter 1: Camisado, Panic At The Disco.
Mac held everything he felt he needed to protect near; near enough to touch, near enough to remember; near enough to protect: never lose.
The fear- it was all he could remember. When someone had told him that Stella had been injured at a crime scene, he was gone from his office and to the hospital.
As it turned out- she wasn't seriously injured. A few bruises and contusions from a hysterical witness who'd watched his mother be murdered in the middle of a mundane day.
When he got there, the boy was apologetic and ashamed of himself. And Stella was protesting vehemently against the idea of staying at the hospital for observation.
Maybe, just maybe, Mac thought; this was a set of events to make everything clearer.
Because now he held everything that much dearer.