A dozen ways to kill one Stella Bonasera

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This is still un-beta-ed and I don't own CSI:NY.

11. By entrapping her

She had no idea why she had agreed to this. Honestly this was so not like her. Normally she was more cautious, especially when this specific man was involved. Really, why the hell had she agreed to this?! She should have seen this coming.

It's not as if this was the first time they've done this.

Actually they have done this before quite often. The last time had been so intense, she should have remembered it when she volunteered. Every bone in her body had been aching after the last time. She had sworn to never to it again. And yet she was here.

Because when Mac had come to her just two hours ago… Well let's just say she had a real soft spot for those blue eyes of his. It was hard to resist him when he looked at her that pleadingly. Most people wouldn't believe it. But most people didn't know Mac Taylor the way she did. At work he was going all for the hard-assed image. But once you knew him in private you got to see the real Mac.

And most of the time the real Mac could be more tempting than a cute little five year old begging is grandma for cookies. And the worst thing was he knew it! He knew exactly what kind of impact those eyes had on her!

There was simply no way she could resist him when he was like that. She hardly ever could. Sometimes she managed to divert him long enough so that he would either actually forget what he had asked for or so something else came up and kept him entertained. But most of the time she caved – and ended up having lots of fun herself.

Only right now she wasn't so sure this was fun anymore.

She was laying on her back, sweat running down her neck. Her breathing was still labored from their last round and she was quite sure she could actually hear her heart pounding heavily in her chest. The scientific part of her brain tried to tell her that it was only the blood rushing in her head. But really, where was the difference?! It was the same blood her heart was trying hard to circulate through her exhausted body.

When she turned her head to the left she could see him right next to her. His eyes were closed and but was a little smile on his face. Well at least he seemed to be a bit exhausted. There was some comfort in that. But that smug grin on his face was doing nothing for her already bruised ego.

There was a never officially disclosed amount of years of age difference between them. Being the younger one she should be able to keep up with him. But instead it seems as if he got the better of her every time they met like this.

This would be the last time. She won't agree to this ever again!

"You up for another round?" he asked and she can hear the ongoing smile in his voice.

She wasn't. Didn't want to. Instead she wanted to take a bath – a very long hot bath – and go to bed. And sleep! But when she looked at him there was this sparkle in his eyes, this… this gleam that got to her again and again.

It was just so damn hard to resist him…

"Come on, Stella. You know you want it."

She's so screwed!

"I'm… I'm not sure I can even walk, Mac!"

He turned to his side and looked at her smiling. There was still this little sparkle there, tempting her to give in. His breathing had evened out and he wasn't even sweating. How the hell did he do this?! Really, he's past his forties. Men past their forties are not supposed to have such a short recovery time!

It's supposed to be longer than that of women her age anyway.

Mac reached for her and him touching her arm was nearly enough to make Stella cave. But only nearly because as much as she was tempted, she just couldn't move. Slowly Stella tried to lift her arm – just to check how far she would actually get if she tried. Unfortunately it was quite clear that wouldn't be very far because as soon as her arm left the ground it started to hurt.

It wasn't a bad hurt, not like she was injured or anything. But it was aching none the less.

Groaning she rolled over onto her side, facing Mac. He was still smiling that sweet little smile of his which made him look at least ten years younger. Slowly he moved his hand to her shoulder, rubbing it lightly.

That was when Stella saw the opening. With all the strength she could find she pushed against him – hard. They rolled over until she was on top of him straddling his lap, her hands on both his shoulders pushing him down to the ground.

She grinned at him but his smile never faded.

Too seconds and the strange sensation of flying later she was slammed down on her back. His right leg came down over her stomach and his forearm was pressed against her trachea. Stella knew he was taking great care not to press into her too hard so she wouldn't bruise for real.

But she also knew that had been her last attempt – at least for today. There was simply no way she could fight it any longer. She was simply too exhausted, too tired, to worn out. Two hours and her body felt like jell-o!

All of a sudden they heard the door open.

Looking at them both the man in the door grinned. "Ya having fun?"

"I don't know, Don", Mac answered giggling but his eyes never leaving hers. "I think I just killed Stella. But otherwise I guess we're fine."

Stella sighs and pushes weakly at her captor. "Remind me to never volunteer as sparring partner for Mac again, Don. Please!"

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A/N: I know it's probably kind of a bit like chapter 5 in the way of… imaging. But that just came my mind today and to me it seemed so much better than what I had originally planned for this chapter, so I couldn't let it go. It's also much short than the last ones – hope you don't mind that much!

Reviews still welcome.

With this one there're 11 down and… only one more to come!