Thanks for the reviews I got more than I thought I would and here's the continuation after this story ends I will make a sequel... i thought about it after I wrote most of Stella's letter to Mac. but I'll finish two other stories first

Part 2/2

Once Mac opened his letter, his eyes started to water as he read what was written.

Dear Mac, This is probably the hardest thing I ever had to write. We've been best friends and partners for over ten years now. We always looked out for each other and I wish I was up there, trust me I do, but I feel like going here was the best thing for me. Of course you are probably mad at me but I guess I deserve it. But I can't let this get in the way of the amazing bond we grew over the years.

I helped you move on from Claire because she would want you to be happy. I have always put you first in my life, but now it feels as if I failed you. But we were always supporting each other every step of the way, with relationships professional and personal. When I had Frankie, I was thinking of you first but you seemed like you wouldn't mind so I went for it, and it didn't end so well and you were there for me. Just like when you went out with Peyton I was there for you when she dumped you with a letter.

You came to Greece for me saying you cared about me and you weren't even thinking about how I let you or the lab down. Then when Jess died, it was hard for me to act on things because you were busy, and I should of came to you instead of going to Adam. But I didn't want you to do something you weren't comfortable of doing.

And this year had been the hardest, I wasn't really much of a friend to you and I am extremely sorry. And when this opportunity came up I took it not knowing or asking how you felt. I think about you everyday down here praying you don't hate me, it was hard for me to move on, but somehow I managed to. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I think of how I let our team down and importantly how I let you down. I can't live my life knowing that you hate me. I hope you can understand I didn't mean to make you upset.

In truth you deserve much better than me. So if you want to move on and leave me out of your life, I can't hate you for that. I can never hate you, but I let you down and I'm sorry. I'll be up for Christmas until New Year's but if you don't want me to I'll understand because when I leave again it'll be too hard for me.

I'm sorry I let you down, and guess it's time we both moved on for the better.

Love Stella

Mac wipes his eyes of his tears and frowns, "I can never hate you Stella, truth is that... I love you." He tells the picture of her on his computer. "I need to make things right," he puts the letter back in the envelope and got a pen and wrote down the address on the envelope.

He stood up putting it in his coat pocket. He went to go find Danny.

Minutes later he found them in the break room.

"Danny, your in charge."

"Mac, what's going on are you okay?" Danny asks.

"I'm fine."

"Where are you going?" Don asked him.

"I'm going to New Orleans."

"You are?" Lindsay asked. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"Thanks for the offer Lindsay, but it's best I go by myself."

"Good luck man," Danny pats his back.

Mac nods and then went home and packed a small bag. He grabs his credit card and some money for the cab and tells him to go the JFK airport.

When he arrives he rushes to get a ticket and boards the plane. The flight would be two hours.

He took the letter out of his coat pocket, he had to read it again so he knew what he was going to say to Stella.

"This is going to be a long flight," he frowns, after reading it again his energy was wiped out so he went to sleep. Once awaking he would be in New Orleans.

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The slowest two hours of Mac's life had finally ended, they landed in New Orleans. Once he got off the plane, he grabbed his bag and went outside.

He hails a cab and gave the driver the address to Stella's lab. It was a thirty minute drive, it felt like an eternity before he got there.

He pays the cab driver money and went inside the building. He went to the receptionists desk.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Detective Stella Bonasera."

"And what's your name?"

"I'm detective Mac Taylor from the New York crime lab," he shows her his ID and badge.

"Want me to tell her your here."

"She doesn't know I'm coming."

"Okay. Her office is on the third level, fourth room on your right."

He nods, "Thanks," and then walks off to the elevator.

His heart beating faster by the second. I can do this I just have to remain calm.

Once the elevator dings for the third floor it opens. Mac stepped out and took a deep breath. He slowly walked to his right. He counted the doors he passed. Before he got to the fourth one he stops.

"I didn't come all the way here for nothing,' he mumbles to himself. He nervously took a few more steps. Once he saw Stella working on some files, his eyes started to water.

He quickly wipes aways his tears and her door was opened. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and spoke up.

In a slight whisper he asked, "Is it alright if I come in?" he asked causing her to look up.

"Mac?" she asked surprised. She blinks just to make sure it was him. She then nods, Mac enters dropping his bag on the floor. She got up out of her chair and walked over to Mac, quickly throwing her arms around his neck. His arms wrap around her waist, and tears starting flowing from both of them. After the tears stopped a little Mac wanted to say something.

"I missed you so much Stella," he whispers, making her arms wrap around him tighter.

"I'm so sorry," she cries. "Please don't hate me," she begs.

He pulls back slightly, lifting his hand wiping the tears from her cheeks. "That is the last thing I could EVER feel for you. It's simply impossible."

"So I guess you read the letter?" she frowns.

He simply just nods.

"I missed you Mac, it was hard thinking that you hated me."

"I could never hate you. Of course I was upset you leaving and all... but hate you is something that is hard for me to do."

"I wanted to do this. I felt useful here, in New York, I didn't really enjoy it as much as I used to. I lived there ever since I was two. But it was really hard leaving my true family too."

"You can come up for holidays and the New Year."

"Leaving you was one of the worse decisions I made. I don't know if I could visit and then leave again."

"It will be very hard, but we can make it work... somehow."

"You didn't replace me yet, did you?" she put on a slight smile.

"No, you are very hard to replace, so I put Danny and Hawkes as my second in command."

"I'm a little surprised you actually came here."

"I wanted to tell you personally that I could never hate you. In fact that's the exact opposite of how I feel about you."

A smile appeared on her face. "I missed hearing your voice and seeing you," she pulled him in for another hug.

His hands rub up and down her back. "I'm here right now."

She pulls back with a frown, "But you have to go back. When's your flight out?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

"You haven't seen my apartment, and I was fixing to head home."

"You still have your no men policy?"

"Yes, but you are one of those guys who don't have to abide by those rules," she smirks. "Let me just get my jacket and we can be on our way."

"It's not as cold down here as in New York."

"Yeah the weather is different and, so are the people."

"Very different," he smirks.

"Okay, now let's go," she smiled grabbing him by the arm and picking up his bag.

There was silence on the way to the car. They both get in, and she starts it up and are on the way to her apartment.

"My place is closer to my job too. Three blocks away."

"Still not talk to any of your neighbors?"

"It's kind of hard not to when they are so nice. People down here aren't caught up in their own life much."

"Maybe I will like living down here."

She looks at Mac and shook her head. "It is a nice place. Well, here we are, at my humble abode," she smiles and parks the car.

They both get out of the car and Stella grabs Mac's bag.

Stella lived on the fifth floor, the ride up the elevator was one of nervous anxiety for Mac. Her room was right near the elevator, so the walk wasn't long. Stella opens up her apartment door, placing his bag by the door.

Mac slowly enters, "Nice place."

"You want some coffee, black two sugars," she smirks.

He nods.

"Make your self comfortable," she nods and went in the kitchen to heat up the coffee.

He took out the letter again, he shook his head. How she ever thought I hate her, I'll never know.

Stella then comes back with the coffee.

"Thanks," he smiles, and she sat on the couch next to him.

"Mac, in my office you said that you could never hate me, and that was the exact opposite of how you feel. Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

He places down his coffee, "I... um had these feelings around the time you left."

"What kind of feelings?" she asked, with a small frown.

"I don't know if I can say it."

"Come on Mac, I'm here for you," she smirks, patting his hand.

"I don't want either of us to move on, because in truth... I, love you Stella."

Her smile got brighter, and she pulled him in for a hug. "I love you too Mac."

He pulls back, "And maybe it's a good thing you are here."

"Why's that?"

"We can be together and I don't have to worry about Sinclair or the rule book."

"Is that why it took so long for us to admit our feelings?"

"Probably so."

"How is this relationship going to work?"

"We will find a way, but right now I just want to enjoy this moment with you. The future can wait."

"You are my future Mac Taylor," she pulls him in for a kiss.

The End (for now)

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