Hello people of Earth! I come at you with my first SMacked fan fiction! It's kind of short, second person, drama with the tiniest hint (and I mean tiny) of angst, and… SMacked. XD It's also based off of the season premiere. It focuses on Stella in the helicopter when she's looking for Mac and Joe. AND, it was written to procrastinate on 'Three Years'.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY. I'm just borrowing the characters. Hell, even Stella and Mac's dialogue doesn't belong to me. Everything that is not in quotations and Flack's dialogue does though. Maybe I should steal it for myself… JUST KIDDING. (:
WARNING: Contains Season five premiere spoilers!
A/N (Aly's Note): Hi. I actually don't have much to say. OH WAIT. I don't know what those headphone things in helicopters are called, so I'm calling them headphones. xP
"Make another pass over Williamsburg," you say, grey-green eyes scanning the streets below. The helicopter dips in that direction and continues to fly. You mentally sigh in frustration. Where was Mac? You had to find him and the bastard that's holding him hostage.
Your phone plays a musical tone. Putting the left end of the headphone behind your ear, you press a button and answer it. "Bonasera."
"Hey Stell, it's me. Surveillance cams on the GWB showed the car heading west into Fort Lee," Flack says.
"How long ago was that?" you ask, heart leaping a little. Maybe this lead could lead you to Mac.
"Not so long ago. Give or take… forty-five minutes?" Flack replies.
"Did they see Mac in the car?" You try to press him for more information.
"The footage is a bit blurry, but what they could get shows that he is there," Flack replies again.
"Okay," you say, nodding. "Okay, we're gonna head in that direction. Thanks Flack."
You need to relay this information to the helicopter pilot. "Surveillance on the GWB spotted our car heading west into Fort Lee. Let's go!"
A million thoughts race through your mind. It never leaves the one single thought of him. You don't know what could've happened. You don't know what will happen. All you know is that you couldn't live if… if he died.
"Okay," he says. "Here we go."
"Let's check the FDR again. They've gotta be here somewhere," you say. After about an hour of searching, you begin to get more and more frustrated.
"Okay, here we go," the pilot complies with your request.
A musical melody fills the air as your phone rings again. "Bonasera," you answer.
Someone's voice—a male, you note—is speaking to you. You can't make out what he's saying.
"I can't hear you, hello? Hello?" you say.
"Stella, it's me," the voice says. Your heart races with excitement.
"Mac?!" you semi-yell into the phone. "Where are you?"
"Jersey City," he replies with a deep breath. "The back side of the statue of Liberty. Freedom Way." He sounded a bit exhausted to you. What exactly had he gone through?
"Okay, I'm heading there," you say and end the call.
"He's in Jersey," you tell the pilot. "Notify the state PD to get to Freedom Way." The pilot nods and you turn left in the direction of Jersey. As the landscape of Jersey begins to appear, you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief and joy. You found him. Mac was back.
Eh, I don't really know about this fic. It was spur-of-the-moment. Reviews are ALWAYS loved and welcomed with Ben & Jerry's.
