Csi: NY fanfic
Mac/Stella
What Are Friends For?
Stella downed the last of her beer quickly and shoved it aside. She leaned back on the couch and was just beginning to relax when the doorbell rang. "What now?" she muttered. Staggering over to the door, she flung it open with a glare. "What?"
"Did I come at a bad time?" Mac asked dryly. He immediately noted her hazy eyes and the way she gripped the doorknob.
"What do you think?" she snapped. Come on Bonasera, you can do better than this. She pried her fingers off the knob and was instantly sorry, for her legs were too weak to hold her up, and she collapsed on the floor.
Mac's arms instinctively reached out to catch her. He grunted as he picked her up and closed the door behind him with his foot. "How many have you had?" he inquired warily.
"I don't know," Stella replied, her words slurring slightly. "Put me down, Mac, I can walk, you know."
"I highly doubt that," Mac countered, smirking. He made a note of the 3 bottles on the coffee table. "Stella, what were you doing?"
"Watching t.v," she answered matter-of-factly. "See?" she lifted her arm up to point at the flat screen as he laid her down on the sofa. However, even that simple action proved to be too much for her, and she let it flop back by her side.
Mac shook his head. This wasn't like her. "Why don't you go sleep," he suggested gently. "You're very tired."
Stella furrowed her eyebrows at him. "No."
The corners of Mac's mouth quirked up into a small smile. "Okay, I won't make you if you don't want to."
"Good." Stella made no move to get up from her comfortable position. "Can you get me a drink?"
Mac didn't argue. He went to the kitchen and found a bottle of water, and brought it back to her, keeping a perfectly straight face. "Here."
She made a face. "I don't want this," she complained.
"That doesn't matter, Stel, you've had too much to drink already."
"Quit acting like my mother."
"Stella..."
"What do you want, Mac?" Stella sighed, her words slurring a bit more.
"You didn't look too good when you left work earlier." Mac responded.
"Why didn't you come then?"
"I figured you could handle it."
Stella sighed. She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood up on shaky legs. "Go home."
Mac shook his head again. "I'll stay here."
"Mac," Stella almost whined. "Go home, I don't need a babysitter." She took a step forward and stumbled- right into his arms.
Mac stifled a laugh. "Stella, you- Stella?" When he realized that she had passed out completely, he picked her up once more and carried her to her bedroom. He set her down on the bed and she promptly curled up into a ball. Mac covered her with a blanket. "Sleep well," he told her, and headed back to the living room. He was almost at the doorway when he heard her say something. "What?" he turned around.
Stella's eyes were tightly shut. "Night, Mac."
Mac smiled. "Goodnight, Stella."
"Love you." Her next words were barely audible, but the CSI easily picked it up. He froze. When he heard her breathing become even and steady, he quietly slipped out.
Mac efficiently cleaned up the living room in record time, and by the time his colleague woke up, he was fast asleep on the couch.
Stella woke up with a massive headache. "Ugh," she grumbled as she got out of bed. "Hangover." She remembered nothing about the night before. However, she stopped short when she walked into the living room. "Mac?"
Mac awoke with a start at the sound of his name. "Morning, Stel." His voice was impassive. "How did you sleep?" He blinked lazily. "Or should I say, how's the head? You must have a hell of a hangover." He held back a smirk.
Stella bit back a retort and settled for a glare. "Why are you here?" Clearly, she had no memory of the previous night.
Mac opened his mouth to speak. "You don't remember anything?"
She shook her head vigorously. "What did I say?" she asked warily.
This time, Mac couldn't hold back his grin. "You're sure?"
"Yes!"
"It's okay, I won't hold it against you, Stella."
"MAC!" Stella yelled, and immediately covered her ears and groaned. She sank down on the couch by his feet. "Ow."
Mac surprised them both by pulling her closer and reaching out to her head and massaging her temples. "Rule number one: don't yell when you're in the midst of a hangover." He whispered softly. "Rule number two: don't get drunk in the first place." He slowly worked the knots out of her shoulders. "Rule number three-" he stopped abruptly and got up. "Do you want breakfast?"
Stella studied him curiously, wondering why he didn't continue. "Okay," she agreed.
"I'll run out and get something," he offered, eager to get out of her presence for the moment.
"Okay. I'll be here."
Mac headed for the door. "I'll be back in about 20 minutes." The door closed behind him. "Rule number three: don't say 'Night, Mac, love you,' to your boss and drive him crazy," he muttered.
A/N: okay, i do have a second chapter of this on hand, but i need lots and lots of reviews if i'm gonna post it for you! so... hit the little button!
