Mac and Stella stood in the vault surrounded by the piles and piles of gold. Stella attempted to shuffle through the bricks and find the one they were looking for, the one used n their recent case. But all Stella could concentrate on was the fact that Mac was standing so close to her, she could feel the heat coming off his skin. She wanted to reach over and stroke his arms so badly, but she resisted. She had decided that she would rather suffer in silence than get fired and never see Mac again.
"I'm not seeing it," Mac said softly. He turned and looked Stella in the eyes, Stella could swear her heart nearly exploded from pounding so hard.
"Me either, maybe the killer took it with him? Maybe he didn't return it to the vault?" she asked, hoping to put something insightful into their case. Mac seemed to consider it.
"Possibly, maybe they threw it out on their way out of the scene." He started walking towards the middle of the room.
"Yeah, but why hasn't someone noticed it by now? I mean who can overlook a brick of gold looking on the ground?" He looked back over the numbers on the one's already checked earlier. Stella joined him and looked over his shoulder. He suddenly turned around, bringing his face only inches from hers. Stella could feel the blush spreading around her face.
Mac looked deep into her eyes and moved a piece of hair out of her face. She blushed even more.
"You know Stella, you're worth more to me than this entire room of gold." She smiled shyly, and leaned forward to kiss him. They stood there in the vault, kissing and when they pulled apart, Stella could swear that the gold was shining a little more than before.