A/N: I am soooo sorry. My work is taking my whole time and energy but I'll try to find time to update this fanfic. So finally, here is chapter 12!
Stella walked up to a window. Window was placed quite high so she had to grab few boxes with her so she could stand on them while removing the boards. Stella placed the boxes on top of each others under the window and carefully she stepped on top of them. It was quite shaky to stand there but Stella didn't want to start moving any furnitures. Stella was getting tired easily, lack of food and fluids were taking her strenght and she was still suffering from a headache. Her whole body was sore and tired but she couldn't give up. This might be her only chance getting out of there and she wasn't about waste any time. Stella begin to remove the boards, soon she realized that it was not going to be easy. She tried to work quietly but it wasn't working out so well. Finally one of the boards gave away and Stella threwed it down to the floor. After a while another board gave away but there was still few more left. Stella's breathing started to get heavy and she knew she needed to rest soon. Sweat started to form to her forehead and the headache was getting even worse. Stella was pushing her self to a limit. Third board gave away,only one was left. Stella wipped some of the sweat from her forehead and decided to have a little brake.
She stepped down from the boxes and sat on one of them. Stella held her head as trying to ease the pain. "What did I do to deserve this?" she wondered. It seems like that every wall was falling over her. Sure she had had some rough times before but lately it seemed like it was only getting worse by the day. First the incident with Frankie. What Frankie made her go through came right back to her when she was fighting for her life last night. Running for her life around in her appartment, trying to get some help, trying to escape, trying to defend her self,shots were fired. Fear, tears, blood, helpless,alone. But this time shots were not fired and help never came. She was left with fear, tears, blood, loneliness...but she refused not to be helpless. She survived that night and what happend with Frankie, made her stronger. When she first time opened her eyes after passing out she saw him...Mac. He was right next to her, his hand on her face, he was right there.
Where was he now? Is she ever going to see him again? Answers for these questions she didn't know but she knew that Mac would be somewhere out there and he wasn't going to give up either. He had told her several times "You are the strongest person I know Stella." . That has always kept her going. Mac believed in her. She didn't want Mac to find her lifeless body lying on the floor or on the bottom of some dirty ditch. She didn't wanted to Mac think that she gave up. She didn't wanted to Mac think that she wasn't the strongest person he knew. Hell it was hard trying to be strong sometimes but everything that has happend to her has made her even stronger. And whenever she's been feeling weak he has always been there for her. Lifting her up, giving her strenght back and make her to believe her self once again.
Stella stood up and stepped back on top of the boxes and continued her plan of getting out of this place.
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Mac finished another file. He looked down to his watch, it was already 3 a.m. Mac picked up his coffee mug but noticed that it was empty. He sighed and stood up from the couch. He stretched out a little, his back was killing him. Mac headed out of the door with his coffee mug and headed to the brake room. He filled his coffee mug once again and headed back to his office. While walking down the corridors it seemed like no one noticed him. Probably everyone was so used to see him working this late and walking down the corridors that now no one didn't even paid any attention to him. Mac arrived back to his office and heard his cell phone vibrating on his desk. He looked down who was trying to reach him, it was Peyton. Mac stood there for a while just staring at his cell phone and when Peyton hung up he picked up the cell phone. Mac stared at the cell phone but after a while he put the cell phone back down to the desk, turned around and headed to the couch.
Peyton didn't deserve this. He should've picked up but he knew what that phone call was about. He decided to deal that tomorrow...well,today but later on today. Mac sat down and removed his shoes, he tried to get comfortable so he put his feet on top of the coffee table and laid back. Coffee mug on the other hand and case file on his lap he continued searching.With only one look at the case file Mac knew that this was going to be a dead end as well. But this brought back good memories.
Bank robbery gone bad. Dead guy on the street,badly burned. He and Stella were going through the body when Stella said "Something gooey here." . He looks at Stella and says "Gooey? That's a good forensic word. Gooey. I have to use that more." . They both looked at each others and smiled.
Gooey. That still made him smile. Mac liked her sense of humor, Stella always makes him smile. After Claire died Stella was the one who put a smile on Mac's face and made him even laugh. And when you see that gorgeous smile of hers you can only smile as well. All the pain and sorrow would be swept away.
Later in the lab he and Stella were taking a closer look at one of the ransom notes. He notices something and says "Some sort of gooey residue on top of the piece of paper." Stella smiles and says "Great choice of words." he looks at Stella and he has a little smirk on his face.
Mac feels him self so relaxed around Stella. He even sometimes forget to be so serious and tight about everything. He always have fun with Stella whenever they work together. Stella show to him that he can loose up a little but still he'll be able to do his job. Stella has taught him so much. Mac noticed he was still smiling. His smile faded when thought of not seeing Stella or her smile ever again came to his mind. Mac closed the case file and put it aside. He picked up another file and hoped that this time it will give him the answer.
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Stella had been struggling with the last board for ages. She didn't know if it was because she had so little strenght left or if the board was so well attached. Stella took a good grip of the crowbar and gathered all her strenght, finally the board gave up but unfortunately so did Stella's legs. Standing on top of the boxes wan't easy and when the board finally gave in it shaked off Stella's balance. Stella fell backwards and landed on her back to the ground. Stella groaned and she saw the darkness coming into her eyes, she barely maintained consciousness. Stella just lied on the ground breathing heavily. She wanted to rest or even catch some sleep but she knew her time was running out. Stella tried to listen if she had woke up the kidnapper, her falling was kind of noisy. When she heard nothing she started to get up,carefully she stood up and her body felt even more sore now than it was before. Stella placed the boxes back on top of each others and stepped back up. She touched the glass on the window with her hand, now she just needs to brake the glass and she would be free. Or would she?
Am I evil or what!? Don't worry I'm going to start writing the next chapter today so hopefully I will be able to post it soon.
angcatalonan: lol Well,thank God I'm not the only naughty one here! I know what you mean. Stella should show her feelings more often...especially those being jealous ones. Because I'm sure she is jealous! She has to be! Yeah,Smacked and Huddy makes me nuts as well. Huddy makes me pull my hair off. lol Awwwww...thank you. I'm glad you liked chapter 11 as well.
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