A/n know it's little short, but thought i'd leave with cliffie. hee hee

Chapter 10

A while later, there was a knock on the door. " I'll get it, that's Christy." Mac said as he got up and headed for the door. "Hi Christy, thanks for coming."

Christy gave him a weak smile as she entered Stella's apartment, shutting the door behind her. She was a little nervous about being there. I didn't see him for very long. She thought to herself as she followed Mac into the living room. He sat down next to Stella and Christy sat in the chair across from them. "Can I get you some water?" Mac asked, seeing her nervous expression.

"Please, thank you."

"No problem, I'll be right back." Mac replied, then got up, and left. .

After he left, Stella looked over at Christy very intently. "Something wrong?"

Christy asked, looking back at Stella.

Stella shook her head, "No sorry. I know you probably don't remember, but I've seen you before. You-you were only two years old. Your father abducted you and took you to Florida. Myself and another co-worker found you and brought you back to New York.

Your mother was so happy."

Tears welled up in Christy's eyes as she looked at Stella "I-I don't remember much of my childhood, but thank you, for saving me".

"Your welcome, and you saved me too, so thank you."

"Would you mind if-if I hugged you?"

Stella shook her head, her eyes filling with tears.

Christy got up and wrapped her arms tight around her. Slowly, Stella hugged her back.

"That's so sweet." Mac said, when he entered the living room and saw the girls hugging and crying.

Christy broke away from Stella, then slowly sat back down and took the water from Mac.

"I take it you two had a nice conversation, while I was gone." Mac said, sitting back down next to Stella

"Detective Bonasera saved my life." Christy replied, as tears streamed down her face.

"That's right she did, and now you can help her, by telling us about the man you saw." Mac replied.

Christy took a couple of deep breaths, and then took a sip of her water. "He was very big, and bald. And he had a scar on his face, and was holding a gun. He pushed me down with it. It was small, not too big."

"He must've stole your weapon, after he shoved you down the stairs."

Instantly, the color drained from Stella's face, "That-that means he's gonna come back and hurt me. Maybe-maybe even murder me."

Mac reached out and took her hand. It felt very cold; he looked into her green eyes and saw fear and anxiety. "Hey, I know you're scared. I swear, I will not let him hurt you again. I promise, sweetheart, he won't hurt you. Not while I'm here."

Stella pulled her hand away, then got up and left the living room He stole her gun from her, which meant one thing, he wanted her dead. She headed down the hall went into her room and shut the door. Once in her room, she lay face down on the bed and cried. She never felt so scared before.