Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of "CSI:NY"-they belong to Anthony E. Zuiker and CBS

Author's Note: I think I still owe the world a Fiesta wedding but...lilymoonlight's been inspiring me to try to write some SMacked. So here's my attempt, we'll see how it goes. Features Evangeline from my "Songs In My Head" series for Hawkes, because I couldn't bear to have such a nice, good-looking guy stuck at a wedding with everybody else paired off...well, almost everybody...Constructive criticism is usually warranted and always appreciated.

CHAPTER ONE

"Well I knew he wasn't gonna fall for Jo," Danny said as he buttoned his shirt. "Seriously? Like we didn't all know he was gonna run to Stell eventually. Absence makes the heart grown fonder and all that, right?"

"No wonder you're best man," Lindsay said dryly, applying mascara to her lashes. "You know him so well."

"I would've paid good money to see Mac get on one knee and propose." Danny snickered. "He's never struck me as the romantic type."

Lindsay snapped the cover on her makeup and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on," she said. "Mac's good-looking, he's smart, he's got a good sense of humor-and he looks hot in a uniform." She winked at her husband. "He wouldn't have had to get on one knee-all it would've took was a ring and 'Stella, marry me'." She smoothed the dry cleaner's bag over her pale blue dress. "Or at least…that's all it would've taken with me."

"Hey!" Danny protested, and Lindsay laughed at the miffed look on his face.

"Oh relax, sweetie, I love you. Do you have the rings?"

"Nope. They're down at the jewelers gettin' shined. I gotta go get 'em before the ceremony. I'll just drop you and the flower girl off at the church and swing over and get them." He grinned as Lucy toddled into her parents bedroom in a little white gown with a wreath of flowers in her blonde hair.

"Well if she ain't the prettiest girl I ever saw," Danny smiled as he picked his daughter up. "Oops, you've been into the cookies already this mornin', huh?"

"My cookies," Lucy informed him. Chocolate fingerprints were smudged down the front of the dress, and crumbs were collected in the corner of her mouth.

Lindsay turned around and gasped. "Oh Lucy, I told you to stay out of the cookies. Look at your dress!"

"Icky dress. My cookies," Lucy countered.

Lindsay sighed. "You're taking the 'terrible twos' to a whole new level, kiddo." She took their daughter in her arms, trying to keep Lucy from pawing the front of her dress. "Come on, kiddo, let's see if we can Tide pen those stains out."

Don Flack Jr. was nervous as hell.

In T-minus four hours, Mac Taylor would be getting married to Stella Bonasera. Don would stand up with him as he said his 'I Do's.' And then, if all went according to plan, in T-minus five hours, Jess Angell would be wearing a ring of her own.

He fingered the velvet box in his jacket pocket. It had taken him two years to save for this ring. Detective's paychecks weren't all they cracked up to be. But he'd finally had enough. The ring was now securely in his possession and, he hoped, would be securely on Jess's finger soon.

"Baby, are you about ready?"

"One sec!"

"Women," Flack muttered under his breath. Seriously. He'd gotten up, showered, put on his suit and tie, shined his shoes, secreted his engagement ring away, and had been sitting on the edge of the bed for the past hour. What was with a woman that it took her so damned long to get ready?

"I heard that!" Jess yelled from the bathroom.

Whoops. He hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud. "Just throw your hair in a ponytail and let's get outta here!" he teased back.

"Shut up, Flack!"

He chuckled to himself. It was so easy to get her going. And annoying her was taking his mind off his nerves…

Sheldon Hawkes cleaned up nice.

The suit fit him just right. She watched him adjust his tie, expert fingers, the skilled hands of an ex-surgeon looping the material and pulling it into a taut knot at his throat. And she thought the goatee he was growing made him look more distinguished somehow.

"What?" She realized he'd been talking to her…well, it wasn't her fault she was distracted! She had most decidedly not been staring at his mouth… "Sorry, baby." She smiled as he came over to the hotel bed and stopped inches from her face. She felt her ears getting red. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Yeah, I got that," Hawkes kidded. "I asked if you knew where my cufflinks were."

She glanced around the room. Things were strewn kind of haphazard around the place. "Um…." She glanced up into his eyes. "Sorry. No."

He smiled. "You're no help."

Evangeline Russell, Angie to her friends, rolled off the bed in Hawkes' t-shirt and her underwear and started a halfhearted search for his missing cufflinks. She purposely kept tossing clothes back his direction, nailing him perfectly in the nose with her tanktop. The cufflinks were soon forgotten as Hawkes leapt over the mess on the floor, and Angie gave up the search as it turned into an all-out war. Hawkes picked up one of the pillows. "You're gonna wrinkle," Angie protested as he raised the pillow above his head.

"There's an iron in the closet," he replied as he chucked the pillow at her. Angie squealed and ducked as the pillow sailed harmlessly over her head. She came up laughing with one of Hawkes's tennis shoes and tossed it lightly at him. He caught it, let it fall harmlessly to the floor, then decided he'd had enough. He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her backwards on the bed. He climbed up next to her and sat there on his knees, staring at her. Her brown eyes sparkled.

"You know the wedding's in like two hours and you're not even dressed," he pointed out.

She pouted. "And you are," she objected, as his hand absently trailed up and down her bare leg.

Hawkes glanced at his watch. "Two hours?"

Angie nodded. "Two hours," she confirmed.

He loosened his tie.

She grinned. She loved it when she got her way.

"All right, I'll see you guys after I get the rings. Oh…and tell Flack not to propose until I get back!" Danny waved at Lindsay and Lucy before climbing back into the cab.

"Wave bye to Daddy," Lindsay said.

Lucy looked at her mother. "No."

Lindsay rolled her eyes.

"Hi Linds, hey Lucy," Adam Ross hopped up the stairs, looking slightly disheveled as usual. There was no saving his hair, his pants looked one size almost too big, the jacket sleeves were a little short, and the tie was hung loosely around his neck. And he was wearing his sneakers.

"Hi Adam," Lindsay said, grinning. "Lucy, say 'hi' to Uncle Adam."

Lucy wrinkled her nose. "No Uncle Adam," she said. "Cookie."

"You are not getting another cookie while you're in that dress!"

"Icky dress. Cookie."

"Gotta love the terrible twos," Adam said. "Hey uh….you seen Mac yet?"

Lindsay shook her head. "Not yet, and today my loyalty is to the bride anyway," she replied.

"Looks like someone was into chocolate this morning," Jo Danville observed.

Lindsay groaned. "You can still see it on her dress?"

Jo, Tyler and Ellie stepped up to the group. "Actually no, I can see it on her shoes," Jo replied. "Ellie, go see if you can find a paper towel, and then would you guys mind watching Lucy for a bit? Her mommy and I have to go help the bride get ready."

Tyler looked horrified at the prospect of babysitting, but Ellie shot him a Look that was oh-so-classic Jo. "Sure, Mom," she said pointedly, her eyes on her older brother.

Lindsay handed a squirming, unhappy Lucy over to the two Danville siblings, and then she and Jo headed for the little room in the back of the church, where one nervous bride was waiting…