So here it is. Finally. The long awaited sequel to my story Fabulous Wedding :)

I'm sorry that it took so much time to publish it but there were several problems with fanfiction and I couldn't load up my chapters for the story. You see: It's not my fault :)

Disclaimer: I only borrowed the characters of the show :) They still belong to CBS and staff.

Of course it's a Stella and Mac story again but this time I decided to include the whole team again.

This story is rated T due to the nature of the case but should not exceed the rating.

And now: Enjoy the first chapter! I hope you like it :)

I have to add that the whole story is written in Mac's POV. I tried it that way and it's actually the first time that I write a whole story in a man's POV.

I was sleeping peacefully with my wife in my arms before I woke up to the cruel sound of my cell phone. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. The red numbers told me that it was 5:45 am. I picked up my cell phone which was next to the alarm clock and looked at the ID. It was Don.

"Good Morning Don." I said as I answered my cell phone. My wife was awake, too. My cell phone had wake up both of us.

"Good Morning, Mac. Sorry for waking you up and destroying your maybe-day off. But we've got a homicide." Don said.

"Tell me where and I'll be there in… less than an hour."

"It's in Central Park, Shakespeare Garden near the Swedish Cottage. I'll send an officer to the Cottage and he'll lead you to our body."

"Okay. I'll be there in about 45 minutes."

"Okay… and Mac?"

"Yep?"

"Be warned, it looks really nasty."

"I'll think about that while I get a cup of coffee and maybe something to eat on my way down there." I said and hung up.

"Work?" Stella asked me.

"Sadly. A dead body in Central Park."

"I wasn't there for a long time."

"You wanna come with me?" I asked her, but actually I didn't mean it.

"Give me 5 minutes and I'm ready. I'd rather come with you than stay at home alone till somebody calls me to work." She said seriously. I couldn't say anything against that. I know how she felt and she liked her work just like I did. She deserved a day off but normally there was always somebody who called her to a crime scene. So I shrugged and got ready to go. While Stella was in the bathroom and got ready for work I made some coffee which I filled in two cups which we could take with us and which were like thermos flasks. One of the cups was red and one of it was dark blue. Stella had brought these cups and decided that she wanted to keep the red one. The blue cup was a Christmas present she gave me last year. Of course I was really proud of it and it was useful and she said that it would be the perfect gift for a detective who has to work day and night and who practically lives of coffee. Her cup was a Christmas present she gave to herself.

"So… you really want to come with me, honey?" I asked her as she entered the hallway and grabbed her things.

"I do, sweetheart. You know… I can't let you all alone…" She said with a sweet smile. I handed her the red coffee cup and kept the blue one and then we left the apartment to go to the crime scene. When we arrived at the Central Park we got out of the car and made our way to the Swedish Cottage. And as Don said at the phone there was an officer waiting for us. He led us to the crime scene. The area was locked by a yellow barrier tape on which was written in black letters: 'Crime Scene. Do not cross.' Right behind this tape Don was waiting for us.