Chapter 2,
NYPD Crime Lab...
When Mac and Stella arrived at work, they softly kissed at the car, before entering the building.
"I love you, Mac. See you at lunch, unless we get a crime scene."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
Parting to different parts of the building, Mac sat down at his desk, when Danny came in.
"Mornin' boss, how was your night?" asked Danny.
"It was alright, how is Lindsay and Lucy?"
"They're good Mac. Though Lindsay misses being at work. So we've decided to take turns. I'll be doin' this week, and she'll be doin' next week."
"That sounds fair, Danny," said Mac as the phone rang. "Taylor."
"Mac... it's Don, we need you, and your team. Oh... and one more thing, make sure none of them have eaten, it ain't pretty."
"Okay, we'll be right there," said Mac.
"What's going on, Mac?" asked Danny.
"Homicide, female victim. Don said it's very gruesome, so let's find Stella and get out of here."
While Danny looked for Stella, he found her in the bathroom, throwing up.
"Stel... you okay?" asked Danny.
"I'm fine, Danny. Just a little stomach flu. What's up?"
"We have a crime scene, according to Flack, it's pretty gruesome," said Danny.
Stella rolled her eyes. Great... just what she needed, when she felt like hell. "Okay, let's go, Danny."
Heading out to the crime scene, Danny went with Adam, while Mac, had Stella. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" asked Mac with concern.
"I'm fine Mac, just a little tired from your early morning antics," she smiled. Reaching for her hand, he wrapped their fingers, as he kissed her knuckles. Pulling up to the house, Stella seen the officers outside with horrified faces. "Just what the hell are we walking into, Mac?" asked Danny.
"We're about to find out." Stepping into the house, they could smell the stench of flesh, and blood. Nearing the bedroom, Mac seen Sheldon leaned over the female victim. Trying to keep himself in check, he could make the outline of where her breasts were, and her vaginal area.
Leaning over Mac, Stella couldn't do it. Rushing to the corner, she leaned out the window, and threw up again. God... there was no explanation as to what had happened. It was beyond anything, even the horror movie industry, could think up.
Leaving the body for a moment, Mac caressed her back, not caring who was watching. "Stella, I think you should go home. You are obviously very ill. I'll have officer Deguess take you home." Nodding her agreement, Deguess helped her into the car.
Driving away from the crime scene, he tried to get her mind off of what she had seen. "Do you often get sick at crimes scenes, Det Bonasera?"
"No... I'm just not well this morning. Most likely pre wedding jitters."
"Oh... you're getting married?" asked Deguess.
"I am, to Det Mac Taylor," said Stella.
"Aww... nice. So when is the big day?" he asked.
"Three months from today." Pulling up in front of their apartment, he watched Stella enter, before heading back to the crime scene.
tbc...