Chapter 3 is up!!! This is more focusing on Stella, searching for her sister in the beginning, as her 'parents' from the abbey told her that she was supposed to have a sister out there somewhere. Then there's going to be a lot of Sheldon and Becca. And no, there isn't established SMacked, though that would be awesome! Nope, but you might get hints of SMacked! ENJOY!!!

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"Dammit!" Stella swore as she slammed her fist onto her desk, blowing out a frustrated breath at her computer screen.

"Careful there, Stella, otherwise I'll have to arrest you for abusing inanimate objects." Mac said from her doorway, and she aimed a glare at him and said angrily,

"Go ahead. Then I'll just beat up on the jail bars, 'cause there is no way I'm gonna stop being mad at this, this stupid computer!" She slapped the monitor, and Mac chuckled.

Wrong thing to do.

Stella swiveled in her chair and stood up, looking menacingly at Mac. "You think this is funny, Detective Taylor?" She asked in a low, deadly voice.

"Um, no, not funny at all." He said, swallowing hard. He glanced at the door, gauging how long it would take him to run out of the office.

"Uh huh. Suuuuure. That's why you were laughing at me."

"Oh, I wasn't laughing at you, Stel, I was laughing with you."

"That's odd. I wasn't laughing." She said, narrowing her eyes at him. He opened his mouth, but then closed it again and muttered,

"See you later, Stel." And he quickly walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him. Stella collapsed into her chair, dropping her head into her hands and sighing. A knock came at the door and she said,

"Go away, Mac."

"Uh, it's Sheldon." Stella's head snapped up and she said,

"Oh. Sorry Sheldon, come on in. I'm sorry, I thought you were Mac."

"Yeah, I saw that little scene. You okay?"

"Pissed off, but fine. And no, I'm not pissed at him; it's this stupid, stupid computer!" Stella said, aiming her fiercest glare at the computer. Sheldon, wisely, didn't laugh. Instead he said,

"Well, what're you trying to do?"

"One of the nuns that raised me called me the other day with some surprising news. Turns out, my parents had another girl, my sister, but chose to take her with them to California, where the nun said they probably gave her up too."

"So you're looking in the foster records and whatnot to find any record of your sister." Sheldon finished, and Stella looked at him.

"Well, wouldn't you if you knew you had a family member out there?"

"Of course I would, Stel, especially if there were the only one out there that I actually knew of."

"Oh, I know my family." She said dismissively, and Sheldon looked at her oddly. She smiled and swept her hand all around, saying, "All of you guys are my family." Sheldon smiled, and then looked at the screen.

"Well, the reason it's not working is because you are in the wrong site." He said, tapping at the keys. A new web page showed up, and Stella hit herself on the forehead and said,

"I am an idiot. Thank you, Sheldon." Gratitude leaked into her voice as Sheldon nodded and stepped back.

"I'm out of here, Stella,"

"So soon? Got a hot date or something?" She asked, looking at him.

"Maybe." He said slyly, and she raised an eyebrow. She just waited, and he perched on the edge of the chair across from her desk, saying, "Her name's Rebecca Bŏna, and she's Italian. Tonight is our third date, and I just feel like I've known her forever, Stel."

"Well that's good. I'm happy for you, Sheldon, I really am." Stella said quietly, and Sheldon smiled. He stood up and said,

"Well, like I said, I'm out of here."

"Go, go, and I'll tell you what, you, Rebecca, Danny and Lindsey can have a few hours for lunch tomorrow. Me and Mac will cover for you. Well, at least I will, I can't speak for Mac."

"Stel, you don't have to…" Sheldon started, but Stella interrupted him and said,

"I know, but I want to. Now get!" Sheldon smiled and walked out, while Stella turned back to her computer for a few more hours. And then she got a message from Mac in his office, and it said, "Stella, turn off the computer and go home."

"You first." She sent back, and he replied. "Look at the elevator." She did, and saw him wave before walking out. She realized he was using his cell, and she answered, "Fine. Goodbye." She signed out and pretended to turn off the computer, but instead doubled back and eventually fell asleep in her chair.

Meanwhile, Sheldon dressed in a suit for his first dressy date with Rebecca. He went to pick her up at her apartment, and when she opened her door, his jaw almost hit the floor. She was wearing a casual dress, but it was beautiful at the same time. She was wearing a sleek red dress, that dropped to just above her ankles, but Sheldon's trained eyes saw a slit in the side right up to her knee/mid-thigh. She had a line of red eye shadow just about her eyelid line, and her hair was straightened and sleeked back into a few braids on either side of her head.

"Wow." He managed to say, and her face screwed up.

"Are you sure this is okay? I wasn't sure if this was appropriate…" Sheldon's hand on her shoulder stopped her, and he said huskily,

"You look beautiful. Don't change, you're perfect." She blushed and ducked her head, and Sheldon smiled. "Ready to go?"

"Let me just grab my purse, and I'll be ready." She said, reaching over and grabbing her purse. She locked the door on her way out, and Sheldon offered her his arm. She smiled as she took it, and said quietly in his ear, "Old-fashioned, Sheldon?"

"My mother always taught me to be courteous to a lady." He said, ducking his head.

"Your mother taught you very well, then. I like old-fashioned." She said with a smile, and he looked up to meet her gaze. They traded smiles, and then Sheldon ushered her into his car. He drove her to a local restaurant where you could dance if you wanted to, but Sheldon didn't want to pressure Rebecca.

When they had placed their orders, Rebecca began to talk about her past. "I was born on April 4th, 1980."

"So you'll turn 30 on April 4th." Sheldon said thoughtfully, and Becca aimed him a glare. "Oh, I'm sorry, continue." He said apologetically, and she smiled.

"Well, I don't remember much of my childhood, all I know is that I grew up in northern New York, and then moved to California with my parents. They gave me up into adoption, and I was in a few foster homes before I turned 18. The foster home I was with when I got kicked out was really nice, and my foster mother gave me a job at the family business. I worked my way through college, and when I graduated, my foster mother told me about a family member that was living in New York City, so here I am, trying to find that someone." She said, leaving out the sister part. She wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to know about that just yet. Not until she was sure.

"Wow. My life isn't that interesting, I was born into a pretty good family, my father was a doctor, my mother a stay-at-home mom, but my father was pretty abusive to my mother. He was the one who forced me into medicine and put me through college into medicinal stuff, and I became a doctor. I worked at this hospital, but the first time I lost a patient, I turned right around and walked out. I didn't really look back, I just left, and ended up in New York City. I put myself through college again to become a coroner, figuring that at least I wouldn't be responsible for someone's death. Then I got a job at the crime lab, and here I am." Sheldon said thoughtfully, and Becca placed a tentative hand on his hand, saying,

"What about your parents? Any siblings?"

"No siblings, and the last I've heard, my mother died of a heart attack, and my father killed himself a few years ago." Sheldon said flatly, and Becca squeezed his hand, saying,

"I'm sorry, Sheldon."

"I'm not. Not about my father. My mother, yes, my father, no." Sheldon said shortly, and Becca withdrew her hand. His brown eyes rose to meet hers, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Becca, I wasn't mad at you. I was just frustrated; I always get frustrated when I think of my father." She nodded, a gentle smile forming on her face.

"Don't worry about it," She said, just as their dinner arrived. Becca ordered spaghetti, and Sheldon ordered fish and chips. They ate in companionable silence, occasionally talking about where they worked, but unlike most new relationships, they didn't feel any pressure to fill the silence. They were comfortable just being in each other's company.

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Okay, that was a pretty bad ending, but it was getting long and I've got a great idea flow going, so if I keep that flow going here, it'll be 3,000 words long, or more! And then you'll get bored, so that's why I like to split it up. But I'll let you guess what's going to happen next! Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! Adios for now!!!