Mac glanced out of his window, acknowledging the dark clouds brewing to the south of New York. As they rolled in swiftly with ease, Mac suddenly thought of Stella.
Down on the south side of the city by herself.
The first dark cloud rolled in overhead, bringing with it torrential rain and a crackle of thunder.
Upon hearing this abrupt and loud noise, Mac instantly dropped to the ground, flashing images of Beirut coming into his head. Trying to push them back in the dark realms of his head, he just found it opened up more wounds.
Mac grabbed his phone of the table just as the power went out. Dialling Stella's number in off by heart, he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Mac?" Stella whispered down the receiver,
"Stella?" Mac whispered back, confused about why they were whispering.
"Are you OK?" They said in unison.
Stella could feel her cheeks going crimson, remembering the case they had worked with Flack where they had both asked the same question at the same time.
"I'm fine Mac, honestly" Stella smiled as Mac breathed down the phone.
"Too bad, I'm coming over"
"Maaaaaaaac," Stella whined," I'm a big girl"
"And I'm your boss. Who wins? I win," Mac laughed," I'll be over in 5"