Disclaimer: the CSI:NY characters don't belong to us (yeah, us, this is a joint project :) - author of this chapter: chrysalis escapist)
The chair scratched over the floor under a shifting weight. "You should kiss her!" its occupant said.
Mac blinked. What? That wasn't even close to the words he had expected to hear. 'I didn't do it.' and such like was what he usually got to hear on such occasions. And he did not need relationship advice from a teenager, least of all from a teenager who, from what evidence told them, was a juvenile delinquent. Okay, that didn't necessarily rule out knowing something about love. But still.
Mac was glad that his military training helped him fight down the color he felt was beginning to creep up his cheeks. "What?" he said out loud.
The chair creaked, rocking back and forth, one hand holding on to the table. "You should kiss her, that Stella Bonasera. Sure she can tell that you love her, heck, everybody can. But women like to be shown these things."
Great, a 14-year-old Don Juan. Mac felt the blush winning. He placed annoyance over it. "Listen, young man…"
Eventually the boy made a confession. "But you will kiss her, right?" he added as they led him through the door.
Certain that he was alone in the room Mac leaned his head against the door.
"You okay?" Her soft voice soothed him immediately.
"Yeah." he smiled, "You?"
"Too. Just had this funny interrogation where a 14-year-old girl gave me a lecture on how I can tell that he" and she was referring to you "loves me. You know that song, 'It's in his kiss'?"
Mac's pupils dilated slightly. "Oh."
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