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Now this is the new chapter, it's a little different so stick with it and please review! Dedicated to I'vegotgamefan, didi, shawdoo and blueyedauthor, thanks so much guys!
Chapter 3
Mac stood over Stella, shielding her body with his.
"Move over Detective, she must pay the price"
"You won't hurt her."
"I plan on doing more than that."
"Then you'll have to go through me."
"That Detective, is of no concern to me."
Diaz pulled the trigger and the bullet hit, tearing flesh with the unforgiving metal pellet. The bang fused with the screams. One of pain, one of terror. Mac fell back as blood poured from the wound in his chest, staining his blue shirt a murky purple, almost matching the other wound Diaz had inflicted on him in the shape of the bruise on his cheek. It had only been the previous evening, but that night now seemed a distant memory.
"No!" Stella screamed as she pulled off her jacket and pressed it on Mac's bleeding chest. "No, Mac, please, stay with me."
His eyes flickered open as the life drained from him, second by second , his face becoming white, foreshadowing the ghost he was becoming.
"I love you Stel." He whispered and squeezed her hand with all his remaining strength. His last action before his eyes closed and he was gone.
"No!" Stella screamed. She threw herself over Mac's body and cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face, racked with pain. She clung desperately onto his lifeless form, his blood covering her clothes, her body shaking violently.
"Get out of the way Detective Bonaserra and I might spare you" A malicious voice said.
Stella didn't move, she continued to sob, cry for the love she had just found and had been taken so cruelly away from her.
"Move or you die too."
"We're nearly in." Flack called as his team attempting to barge open the solidly locked door, to those who were still watching the screen, not wanting to believe the scene of despair before their eyes.
"Hurry." Lindsay cried through her own sobs. "Flack hurry."
"Come on Stel, we are not losing you either." Danny whispered, fighting his own tears.
"Come on!" Flack cried as they heaved at the door one more time.
"That's it!" Hawkes shouted, "That's it, just one more and we'll reach them."
"I said move!"
Stella ignored him, he was insignificant, all she could do was hold Mac, the only thing that mattered. She cradled his lifeless body in her arms, held his hand in hers and stoked his peaceful face tenderly.
"I love you Mac." She whispered, planting a kiss on his cold cheek as one of her tears dripped onto his face.
"I warned you."
BANG
"No!" Lindsay shrieked and sank to her knees in front of the screen.
"We're too late." Danny whispered.
"We can't be," Flack said, "no, we can't be."
The bullet entered Stella's temple and the force threw her backwards off her knees. She was dead before she hit the floor.
They held each other as they looked at the scene of utter detestation in front of them. Two of their colleges, mentors and ultimately best friends were lying in front of them dead. It was so bitter-sweet. The dream they had shared, the dream that was so obvious to everyone but themselves had finally become a reality but in a few short hours had been snatched from them all.
No one could bring themselves to go in, it wasn't just a crime scene, they couldn't go in with their rubber gloves and flash lights and collect the evidence. All they could see were Mac and Stella, lying in a pool of blood, dead. Their hands were still entwined, when the bullet had taken Stella she hadn't let go and her head lay just a foot away from Mac's, both bodies slightly turned towards each other. Their blood had merged into one giant pool in which they lay, surrounding them with the symbol of passion, something they never got to share. Their eyes were closed and their faces peaceful, at last they were together, they could be together with nothing to prevent them from loving each other. But the sun won't shine, the birds won't sing and their everlasting love would never be proclaimed, all there was was darkness...
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Stella sat bolt up right, her body shaking and tears pouring down her clammy face as she sobbed.
"Stel, baby what's wrong, what's happened?"
Stella's words were inaudible as she continued to cry, almost uncontrollably. Mac, awoken by the sound sat up and wrapped his strong arms around her and stroked her hair softly, rocking her back and forth gently.
"It's ok, I'm here, it's ok." He said soothingly as she fell into his protective embrace. Eventually Stella's crying lessened and she looked at Mac with a tear stained face and watery eyes.
"I thought he'd got you." Her eyes filled up and her lip trembled and she started to cry again. Although Mac wasn't entirely sure what Stella was talking about, he had a vague idea but simply hugged her again, letting her cling onto him as she cried into his chest.
"Diaz," Stella sniffed, "I had a dream," she sniffed loudly, "I thought he'd killed you."
"It's ok Stel," Mac said soothingly, "I'm here, I'm fine, we're fine, Diaz is gone, he's never going to hurt you again."
"I thought he'd killed you." Stella repeated.
"He's not going to hurt me either." Mac said as he held her close.
"It was just a dream." And although Stella realized this herself, it was more of a question than a statement and seeing how visibly shaken she was Mac replied gently, "Yes sweetheart, it was just a dream, I promise you, just as dream."
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Stella said, her voice almost a whisper.
"There's nothing to be sorry about."
"I woke you up."
"It doesn't matter, you're more important than sleep, in fact you're more important than anything." He kissed softly her and got out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Stella asked quickly, her voice panicky.
As Mac stood up he let out an involuntary hiss of pain but brushed it off before Stella could interject "I'm going to make you some hot chocolate." he said quickly, regaining his composure with gritted teeth and a strained voice
"You don't have to." Stella said as she sniffed again, but her protests were feeble.
"I know, but I want to, it always makes you feel better and when I get back we can just sit until you want to go back to sleep."
"Thank you."
Mac leant over and kissed her and said, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Mac wait," Stella called as he reached the bedroom door, "will you put sprinkles on it?"
Mac smiled,"Yeah, of course." he said and left the room. Once Mac was out of sigh Stella flopped back down on the bed and ran her hands through her hair, letting her breathing turn to normal. The Diaz incident had been a while a go but Stella was having trouble getting it out of her mind, shivers went down her spine whenever it crossed her mind. Slowly her breathing returned to normal and her hands began to steady. Things could have gone so much worse on that fateful night, but it was still a night that had shaken everyone to their very core. They both had wounds, scars because of it and Stella wondered if they could ever get over them, not just physically but as a couple, two people in love. She winced as she leant over to pick up a pillow and couldn't help but frown, there was the constant reminder of what had happened, taunting her every time she made a wrong move. As she saw Mac approach with a mug of his famous hot chocolate in his right hand she couldn't help but well up. He was alive, she was with him in his apartment in his bed being looked after by the only man she ever truly loved. But seeing the outcome of that dreadful day as she surveyed him she couldn't help but worry that a piece of Mac Taylor had shattered, and it was never coming back.
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There was a scream as the bullet from Diaz's drawn pistol fired...
Mac and Stella were backed against the wall having stood as Diaz's face turned menacing as he spoke to Danny on the phone.
"I said 3 hours Messer!" He had snapped and no quicker had the phone been shut than the gun drawn.
"They'll get you the documents." Stella had squeaked, "they just need a little more time."
"He broke the rules detective, now you must pay."
"Leave her out of this." Mac said and he stood in front of Stella.
"Mac don't so this." She whispered but Mac held her behind him so she couldn't move.
"Ever the knight in shining armour aren't we Taylor, but even heroes must fall."
With a swift shove Stella was forced to the side, out of harms way, watching in horror as the bullet hit where she had previously been standing.
A/N- Dun, dun, dun! So Mac didn't die, but how much damage was done? Stay tuned!
I've just seen the 100th episode, it was pretty cool but there was a really good Smacked opportunity that they didn't use, and did Mac seriously ask that woman on a date!? I must say though, Mac in the pool, yum and I did like how Stella was all concerned for him at the start!
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