HI guys! Do you know what happened to the Document Manager yesterday? It like went wonkers and wouldn't open. Anywho...this is the sequel the chapter three, there will also be one after this....maybe two. But it's kinda up to you. I'm having major writers block, and need people to review and send next chapter suggestions, cuz I have no idea what to do here!(Well I have a few ideas...but urs are always better.) So please R&R, and pray that the Document Manager doesn't have another fir today! Thank you!
Mac and Stella reached her office a few moments after leaving the locker room. He held the door for her as he always did, but she entered with a bit of uncertainty. Walking in the direction of the phone that sat atop her desk, but not picking it up.
"Stella?" Was all he had to say before she turned to him, fiddling with her fingers again.
"Mac, maybe I'm over reacting. We just closed a big case. It's probably nothing." At this point he knew she was saying this aloud more for her own benefit than for his, and he knew she didn't believe a word of it.
"Stella what's the number?" He asked softly. She handed him her rolodex and pointed to the appropriate card. He dialed the number, and held the phone against his ear while massaging the back of her hand with his thumb in an effort to reassure her.
"Manhattan Women's clinic, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment for Stella Bonasera, she's a patient of ." Mac told the cold voice on the other end, reading off the card.
"I'm sorry Sir, is no longer with this clinic. has taken his place, would you like to make an appointment with him?" The woman sounded incredibly annoyed, as if Mac should have known didn't work there anymore.
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Alright he has a 4 pm tomorrow. That's the best I can do until next Monday." The woman rattled off. Mac had to stop his head from reeling. Tomorrow. He thought they would have to wait longer than that. He thought he would have time to do some research, and mentally prepare himself for what he had volunteered for. He would do anything for Stella, and this was no exception, but he had to admit he was nervous…he'd never been to that kind of doctor before.
"Alright, tomorrow will be fine. Thank you." He felt Stella tense beside him as he hung up the phone.
"Four o'clock tomorrow. Ok?" He now took both her hands in his and squeezed gently. She stared past him out the window of her office.
"Tomorrow…that's soon." Mac just nodded gently, knowing she was probably thinking some of the same things he had been earlier, but he also knew her too well. He knew she would want this over with as soon as possible, she would want a definitive answer, Stella Bonasera always wanted all the facts.
With one last caress of her hand, he let go.
"Come on, neither of us has eaten yet. I'm thinking Chinese." Stella smiled gratefully up at him before wrapping slender arms around his waist and leaning into him. He knew her so well, and though she was incredibly nervous as to what tomorrow would bring, she trusted Mac Taylor explicitly, and knew he would be there for her…no matter what the outcome.
They both inwardly resolved to think of happier things as they strolled out of the lab. A quiet booth in one of their favorite restaurants awaited them. When they parted their separate ways, Stella would be up worried sick all night. And Mac would do as much research on the internet as he could on the subject. But until then…they simply enjoyed the spring rolls together.
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