Ok, before I start: this is my first fic and I wrote this quickly because I just got an idea and wanted to get this down before I forget. Hope You Smacked shippers like it so far and there might be D/L in later chapters... if there's any D/L shippers reading.
I am also very slow at updates, so if you think I've abandoned this- I haven't.

Reviews are also appreciated :)

One more thing, I have to really thank ImSoMAD for editing my work, I am terrible at it cause english is kind of a second language for me.

Disclaimer: I don't own it; don't sue me.
Summary: Danny asks Mac a question, but only started a conversation none of them intended to get into. Stella/Mac & Danny/Lindsay and different POVs

My Stella

Chapter 1.

"How do you and Stella do it?" Danny exclaimed as he bounced up the stairs to Mac's office, a frustrated expression covering his face and a file of something in his hand.

"Excuse me?" Mac's head had flicked up in a second, the reply sharp because of that impertinent question, and now he had his eyebrows up while grinding one side of his teeth as a force of habit adapted during his early years. You could tell he was holding back a smile. Danny did have an unfortunate way of phrasing things sometimes, and though Mac suspected he didn't mean it in the way Mac had though of it in that fraction of a second, it had still put him on edge. Mac as always tried to speak in the utmost calmest ways even when in high alert mode, though the snapping reply had slipped from him before he could stop it.

"I mean like, you and Stella." Danny continued, seemingly oblivious of his boss' discomfort.

"Just keepin' at it, doin' this j - now wait a minute. What'd ya think I was talkin' about Mac?" Danny questioned with an excited jumping of his eyebrows that spoke to a meaning his supervisor was now ashamed to admit he had considered. Mac knew there was only one option: act innocent. Hopefully Danny would not be able to tell he was not.

"What?...Nothing!" Mac replied, a little less smoothly than he would have liked. Just thinking about Stella at that moment had a very awkward way of making his body temperature rise a little too high. Mac's eyes went wide in a puppy-dog impression while shaking his head in a jerking manner, but the movement was not so innocent that Danny couldn't pick it up. The idea just hit him as he saw the faintest blush revealed by the way Mac's eyes moved, not to mention the slight strain and over reaction in his voice, emphasizing the word 'nothing'. In fact, if Messer was right, Mac had some rather… um, thoughts that were more typical of his protégé. Danny rubbed his hands together with glee.

"Boom!" The excited CSI said in a low voice, implying he'd recognized something Mac hadn't wanted him to know.

"What? I didn't know what you were talking about!" Mac insisted too loudly, before pulling himself back, acknowledging he was over-reacting and that would only make Danny more curious. So he bent back over the case file he had been reading, determined not to let anymore of the questions disturb him. Stella and him… well, they were best friends. That shouldn't be something that made him uncomfortable. Still, his red ears told a different story.

"Come on Mac, Stella and you… you guys make great partners, I'm just interested how you two managed to get that... you know, smackaroo chemistry." Mac looked up with his eyes while his head was still facing the case file with a look that spoke clearer than words. That look was the "stay out of the 'me and Stella' business" look.

Suddenly, Danny realized what Stella had meant, "Just hang on long enough - and you just might catch the drift." Even with that being said, the 'drift' most normal people could catch, it had its limits.

It always was a whole different ball game when it came to Mac and Stella. They communicated in their own world that no one else would understand. The questions from the newbie's were always the same: "how is it that they know each other, well like, you know… better than knowing themselves?" That remains one big mystery. Neither of them would ever discuss it, it was something along the lines of 'don't ask, don't tell'. The funny thing was it wasn't just Danny who wondered what made the dynamic between Stella and Mac so great, apparently the whole building did, if the number of people who asked him was anything to go by.

Danny snapped back into reality when Mac interrupted his thoughts with the one retort that he knew would get the younger CSI out of his office faster than a fire.

"So how's Lindsay?" Mac asked with a side smile, squeezed in just before Danny could make a run out of there. Apparently Messer had forgotten that there wasn't a secret in the lab Mac didn't know about; that was part of his job after all.

Danny choked a little at the question, reading the knowing in his boss' eyes and knew exactly what he meant, replying with an uncomfortable tone resonating in his voice, "Boss, I think I'd better go and give this to your Stella - I mean Stella! Just Stella." Then he basically ran out of there with barely a glance back.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Mac called as soon as Danny exited his office, a forgivable smirk twisting his mouth upwards on one side again.
Going back to his folder with his piece of mind back again, Mac took a moment to grin at the thought of Danny's words - his Stella.