Boondocks - Little Big Town

This Case had taken Mac and Stella away from the city. Their number one suspect had run off to some small town in Northern New York.

"This definitely counts as boondocks, Mac," Stella stated as they were pulling into the small town.

"I can't even imagine living in a small town."

"I know I have lived in New York all my life."

"It is peaceful though; it would make a pleasant change."

"We have a suspect to find Cowboy."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned over at her, and they walked into the local police dept.

After the suspect had been caught and arrested the police chief had invited Mac and Stella to stay and enjoy the local fair that was going on that week. They agreed and he separated them sending them each with a deputy to change into some more comfortable clothes.

Stella had missed Mac for the hour she had spent with the local deputy getting ready for the fair. It didn't take her long to find him once she got to the fair. It took her an extra second to recognize him. He had on jeans and a plaid shirt complete with a cowboy hat and boots.

"Hey there cowboy." She placed her mouth right next to his ear to make sure he heard her.

He jumped and turned around, "That's not the first time today you have called me that."

"I think it is more accurate this time." He glanced down at her simple jeans and Giants T-shirt.

"That is not fair, why do you look casual when I look like a cowboy?"

"I guess I am just lucky."

"Would I be lucky if I asked you to dance?" There was a small band playing and people were dancing on the space that had been cleared out as a dance floor.

"I think you would be." He smiled, took her hand, and lead her out on to the dance floor. He held her close and he was finding it difficult to hid his more-than-friend feelings for her. Little did he know that she was having the same problem. When the song ended they returned to the side lines. He kept one arm wrapped around her shoulders. He looked down and noticed her smiling at him.

"What, is there something on my face?"

"Nothing but a rarely seen Mac smile," he chuckled at her words, "actually I was just thinking that you would make a good cowboy."

"You would have made a good cowgirl."

"Only if I was going to be your cowgirl."

"Stella I have to tell you something; I don't want to keep secrets from you anymore." Stella had thought flying through her mind at a million miles an hour. Could he really feel for her the same way she felt for him? She looked into his eyes and she could see the battle waging inside him. She could see his uncertainty and fear, but she could also see love. When she realized that he did have the same feelings she let out a small gasp.

"Stella, are you alright?"

"You don't have to worry Mac."

"I don't?" It didn't surprise him that she knew what he was thinking, she always did, what did surprise him was that he wasn't running away or launching into a friends and boundaries speech.

"The only worry I have right now is how to get around that hat to kiss you." He turned and looked at her in surprise as she tilted her head to miss his hat and their lips connected. They wrapped their arms around each other. Just as they were about to deepen the kiss the flash of a camera interrupted them.

"I want a copy of that," Stella said to the photographer before turning to Mac and pulling his hat off. She kissed him again this time much more passionately; she used her tongue to pry open his lips. He moaned and pulled back from her.

"I love you Stella."

"I love you to Cowboy."

"And Stella-" she paused as she had been about to kiss him again.

"Yes Mac?" Their lips were centimeters apart.

"No one but us ever sees that picture." She grinned and connected their lips once more.