First fanfic so pleaseee review!!

CHAPTER ONE:

Stella Bonasera had used her key to unlock Mac's apartment. They were going to meet at Sullivan's but Stella thought if she came over a few hours early they could have some alone time. Her mistake. "Hey, Mac. I-" She stopped when she saw a woman sitting on the kitchen counter eating out of a Chinese take-out box. "Wh-H-W-Who are you?" Stella asked the woman.

She jumped down from the counter and put the box back in the fridge and then set the spoon into the sink. She cleared her throat and smiled. She had just realized that Mac's girlfriend, whoever it was, was jealous of her. She tried to hide her laughter. "Mac hasn't told you about me?"

"Uhmm…who are you? Maybe he did."

"My name is Madison." She started.

"Madison?" Stella asked. Madison shook her head. "You have nothing to worry 'bout. Relax…I'm sure you're Mac's girlfriend?"

"Stella."

"Well, Stella. I'm only Mac's sister."

"Oh. He never told me he had a sister."

"Yeah. He never told me he had a girlfriend. I'm gonna kill him."

"Need me to help you hide his body?" Stella laughed.

"You are the only one I have liked. I mean other than…" Madison stopped. They both knew she was talking about Claire.

"Where is Mac, anyway?" Stella asked.

"He…" Madison started. "He said he was going to some bar. He freakin' left me home alone."

"Well, how do we say we go there? I'll treat the cab."

"I can't. Mac would kill me. I'm not allowed to associate with his buddies, last time it didn't go to well."

"Why not?"

"Well…men are…are…"

"Which one did you sleep with?" Stella sighed.

Madison scratched the back of her head, and looked at the ceiling. "Well, you can definitely cross Flack of the list that I have not done."

"Flack?" Stella said. "Damn."

"Oh yeah." Madison smiled.

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"Hey!" Madison shouted as she sat down next to her brother. "Stella totally got me drunk before we came here." She smiled.

"Why?" Mac asked, greeting Stella with a kiss on the lips and then kissing Madison on the cheek.

"Because." Madison whispered. "Don't tell anyone, but…" she got quieter. "We are friends."

"Really?" Flack was shocked.

"Yup." Madison hiccupped. "We hit it off once we realized we had two things in common."

"Who?" Danny Messer asked.

"Mac." Madison said. "And we both know how to have a good time." Stella started laughing.

"Oh my God. You are so drunk." Flack said.

"Yeah, you know a lot about drunk." Madison snapped. Flack's eyes had hurt in them. "Hey! You chopped your hair off!" She reached across the booth to touch Flack. She started to pet his hair. "Why? It was so pretty. Donif."

"Donif?"

"I forgot what Don was short for." She giggled. "Oh, Flack your hair was like the only thing I liked about you. But now…well I actually could think of one other thing I like." Stella chimed in with their giggling while both Mac and Flack turned bright red.

"Thank God Montana wasn't with you! Where did you go?" Danny asked.

"I forget." Stella chuckled.

"Lobsters or something."

"Lobsters?" Lindsay laughed.

"Who are you?" Madison whispered.

"Lindsay Monroe."

"You know what, I'm not gonna remember this, so you just tell me tomorrow." Madison started. "You too." She pointed to Hawkes. "Tell me tomorrow at the lab. Wait, I can't go there!" She shrieked. "I'm gonna be embarrassed." Madison slapped her forehead. Then she smiled. "Stell! Let's sing!"

"No!" Everyone said together.

"Yes!" Madison said. "I have a spectacular voice. Flack knows, don't chya sugar?"

"Lynn, not here." Flack said.

"Okay, whatever Mr. Bossman." Madison said, saluting Flack. "And you are forbidden to call my Lynn."

"I made it up!" Flack said. "It's my nickname!"

"And I hate it!"

"Mad, you need to go home and sober up." Mac said.

"Yup, and you need to tell people about things, Mr. keepstohimselfdude." Madison said tapping Mac's shoulder.

"You got nicknames for everyone, don't yah?" Messer asked.

"I don't have one for you, Mess. You have not yet hurt me in any way." Madison said standing up. "Bye guys! Danny gets a hug because he's nice." She said.

"I got her. I'll take her home." Flack said, grabbing Madison.

"Okay, I got this one." Mac said.

"Oh! Oh!" Madison cheered. "Danny you get a nickname! Mr. Niceypants."

"Have fun with that Flack." Danny smiled.

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"Madison." Flack was annoyed. He had been listening to Madison ramble for ten minutes, and the cab ride would be at least another twenty to his apartment. "Where did Stella take you guys?"

"Stella?" Madison smiled. "I like her." She hiccupped. "She took me out as a welcome." Madison stopped. "I think. I forget." She looked out the window.

"Where?" Flack asked. "Where did you go?"

"I don't know. A few clubs. Oh! I got this guy's number." She smiled, reaching into her purse. "I forget what he looks like. His name is Jim though." She handed him the napkin that had. Call Me, Mike. And then there was his number.

"Madison, his name is Mike." Don sighed. He rested his arm against the window.

"Jim, Mike. Sounds the same when you can see three of everything." Madison whined. "You look pretty."

"Thanks." Don laughed. "And you look trashed."

"Yay me!" She cheered sarcastically. "I'm gonna hurl." She tried to hold it in. "Don, it's coming."

"Roll down the window!" The cabbie driver yelled.

"Just stop! Stop the car. We'll walk." Don said trying to hold back his frustration. He handed the cab a twenty as he helped Madison out. They walked a block before Madison found a trashcan to puke in. Flack held her hair back until she was done. "Madison Taylor, you sure do know how to ruin a night." He said. She laughed.

"Oh, well, I had fun." She smiled.

"Yeah, and now I'm the one payin' for it."

"Oh, I will be tomorrow." Madison said.

"Okay, good."

"Flack."

"Yes, Maddie?"

"You're allowed to call me Lynn."

"I know."

"Okay." She stopped. "But why did this happen?"

"What?"

"Why did you do that to me?"

"What did I do?" He asked.

"You're mean."

"How am I mean?" He asked her as they entered his apartment building. She winced at the lighting.

"You're the reason I left. I couldn't look at you. You somehow got me to open up to you, slept with me, and then acted like I never existed. And the only reason we are having this conversation right now is because I am really wasted and I wont remember this, and even if I do I'm not gonna tell you I remember."

"That's fair enough Lynn, I deserve what you are dishing out."

"Flack, I can't walk anymore." She said.

"Why, not?" He asked.

"The tiles are moving. I think that qualifies for more than drunk."

"Your words aren't even slurred though."

"Oh, my eyes are. They are screaming this damned floor needs to stop moving. Oh and the lights. It hurts."

"Almost there, Lynn." Flack said.

"Good. I need sleep." He didn't say anything back. "I can't believe you have no more hair. And what you do have is comin' in gray!" She messed his hair up.

"Hey, leave the hair alone, okay?" Flack said.

"I miss it." Madison smiled as they entered his apartment.

"You sure? Or do you just miss me?"

"No. I'm pretty sure it's the hair." Madison giggled. "Because you are not at the top of my good list."

"How many lists are there?"

"Three." Madison said.

"The good list the bad list and the I hate you list."

"What list am I on?"

"I hate you list right now."

"Why?"

"Because, Flack you aren't the nicest person in the world when it comes to me."

"We're gonna talk about this when you are sober, okay?" Flack picked her up and set her in his bed, and pulled the covers up. Then he grabbed a pillow and made his way to the couch.

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"Stella where did you go?" Mac asked Stella as they walked back to his apartment.

"Madison and I went for some drinks, and then this guy Bob or Joe or something bought us like five thousand rounds because he thought Maddie was cute and then we got really drunk."

"Whoa, whoa, some guy bought my girls drinks?" Mac asked.

"No, just because he liked Maddie so he was being nice. But Maddie told him she was seeing someone and she wasn't interested."

"Who is she seeing?" Mac asked shocked.

"Nobody." Stella said. "Chill out. She hasn't had a serious relationship in four years."

"What? She never told me that."

"Because she is embarrassed." Stella said. "Let's go home and have sex." Stella said.

"As warm and jolly as that sounds, I can't." Mac said. "I have to get up early, and you are to drunk."

"So what?" Stella asked.

"Stell, let's save it for a time we are both sober, okay?"

"Fine." Stella pouted. "I bet you Flack is having sex right now."

"No!" Mac said pulling his phone out and calling Flack.

"Flack." Don said into his phone.

"Where is she? You aren't having sex are you?"

"Mac, calm down. I'm on the couch she's in my bed. We both have our clothes on," Flack laughed. "Don't worry about it, she's fine. And just for the record I did turn my booty call down for her."

"Booty call? You have a booty call? Who? What?" Mac asked.

"Kidding again. Lighten up. I'll have her at the lab tomorrow whenever she wakes up."

"Alright." Mac sighed in relief. "See you, Flack."

"Bye Mac."

"Are they doin' it?" Stella chuckled.

"No."

"Damn it. I really wanted to." She whined

"Let's go lover girl." Mac said.