I don't own CSI New York.

Stella and Mac walked into the museum's Grand Ball Room. Mac was wearing a really nice tux that matched Stella's purple Greek Gown.

"Stella!" Stella and the man talked in Greek for awhile. Mac didn't know what they were saying but he was wishing it wasn't about him.

"Mac!" Stella brought him back to reality.

"Yes?"

"This is Mr. Papakoda. He is like my guardian angel. And this is Mac Taylor; he is the guy I gave a tour to today."

"Are you two…"

"No, just friends," Mac interrupted. He wasn't too keen on this to start with and now it was really not good.

Mac stayed fro a few hours before he became really tired and anxious. He told Stella that he was going to go but before he gone, a man with a gun jumped up on a table and demanded everyone to lie on the floor. Mac grabbed his pistol and aimed. He stood up and told the guy to put down the gun.

"No, you put it down."

"Put down the gun before you hurt anyone. It's always better that way."

"No, it's not! That woman stole my painting style when we went to school together. I painted that picture, right there." He pointed to a picture of a fishing village that is in lower Greece.

"Marc, if you look at the bottom it has a plaque saying that we painted the picture together. All the money that the museum bought it for went to your foundation for kids."

"Shut up, Melina."

"Marc, please put down the gun. There is no need for violence."

"You are a dumb cop, Mac Taylor. I followed you here to put New York out of the pain you caused. You could have taken the 'cabbie killer' off the streets sooner. All of New York will love that I put a bullet in your head. Greece will be happier with out you, Melina."

"I did all I could to find the 'cabbie killer.'" But it was too late, Mac was shot in the chest and Melina Bonesara was died with a bullet between her eyes. Marc didn't get away though; the body guards of the Bonesara family took him out.

"Mac?" Stella screamed.

"I'm fine; I had a chest protector on. I always wear it to high end events."

"An ambulance wants to check you out though."

"Fine."

Stella watched as Mac was taken to the ambulance and then she went into shock.

"Stella, your mother is gone. You need to start with funeral plans, hon. I'll help you."

"Thanks professor. Please take me home and can you find out how Mac is?"

"The cop?"

"Yes, the man I introduced you to."

"I will, now let's take you home."


Mac left Greece the next morning. He went to England and France to spend some time in his ancestor's homes.

Once he was back in New York, he went straight to visit Danny and Lindsay.

"Hey Danny, its Mac."

"I'll be there in a minute!" Mac heard footsteps and then the door opened. Danny had Lucy in his arms and she was dressed for a day in Central Park.

"Going to CP?"

"Just came back. Lindsay and Angel took her and then dropped her off so they could go to Angel's Jockey Party."

"Oh, well can I come in?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Mma Mac."

"Lucy." Lucy put her hands out for Mac and Danny handed her over.

"You are growing so big."

"Mac."

"She says your name a lot."

"I hear that." She yawned.

"Tired?"

"Daddy." Danny took Lucy and put her to bed. He then came back out and sat down with Mac.

"You look tired too," Mac said.

"Being a dad is a big job. Add in being a cop in New York City and you're beat dead everyday."

"You're great at both."

"Thank you, you're a great boss. How was your vacation?"

"Good until I was shot. Then I went to England and France and there I had an ok time. I need a new vest and I need to protect my privacy better."

"What happened?"

"A Greek American from New York attacked me and tried to kill me because of the 'cabbie killer.'"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Also an almost new friend's mother was killed in the same attack because of her supposedly stealing his artwork."

"Oh, why was this friend an almost friend?"

"Because she's from Greece and I'll never see her again."

"I see, what's her name?"

"Stella Bonesara."

"Pretty."