Mac….
Mac was sitting alone in his office starring blankly at his PC screen trying to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. That's where he spent most of his time. When he wasn't in the field collecting evidence with his team or in the lab doing all kinds of experiments which he knew he could probably do blind folded, he was sat at his desk going through the never ending pile of case files.
He never spent much time at home anymore not since his wife died. He used to use his office to escape from the reality that his wife was no longer with him. However since the bomb about a year ago where Flack was hospitalised he realised that he couldn't hide any longer. However he still stayed because it was a habit and he new that if he stayed he would get a chance to speak to Stella.
Stella was his best friend but he wanted more than a friendship with Miss Bonasera. For about the past two years he hadn't hidden in his office because of the death of his wife but because he was trying to deny that he loved Stella. Love. That's a strong word- he had loved Claire but whenever he was alone with Stella he felt young and 'bouncy'. Mac didn't know how else he could explain how he felt when he was near her; his stomach just went all funny!
It was 11:55pm and he had seen the last lab light go off about 10 minutes ago. He knew that Stella was still here but he was still unsure (like every other night) if he should call him into his office, as she passed, to tell her how he felt.