Future Planning

The morning brought smiles for both of them.

"Good morning babe, you have a good sleep?"

"Yes Mac, all I did was dream of you."

"Same here… Stella, let's get one thing straight… we are a couple again, right?"

"Yeah I just thought about telling you, but apparently you already know that," she smiles. "Gosh Mac, I love you so much, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Neither would I, and sorry about the me breaking up with you incident."

"I understand, it was all a matter of life and death… which you almost experienced," she said choked up.

"It will be okay Stella, I'm all right now… well except for this arm thing. Now we can't do much with each other."

"Yeah… like try to reproduce," Mac went into complete shock. "I was kidding… but I wouldn't mind having a complete family."

"Stella, you're going a little too fast hun, we aren't even living together and your already talking about making babies."

"I can dream, can't I?"

"Yeah I guess so, but try to keep our expectations low… shall we."

"I guess we could," Stella sighed. "Let's just head to work."

"Can you help me change first?"

"Um… sure," she slowly took off his shirt and put on a new one. It took almost an half an hour to get ready. They head to the lab, McDonald came up to them.

"Taylor, what happened to your arm?"

"Long story," Stella stated. "What do you have for us today McDonald?"

"I have a suspect that I think you should interrogate… I think it's best for both of you to be there."

"Okay thanks McDonald," Mac and Stella go to the interrogation room. There was a man within his early thirties.

"What are you accused of sir?"

"They think I shot somebody, but I told them I didn't."

"Okay, who are them you are talking about?

"Your man from NYPD, Detective Flack is it; and this one chick he was with."

"Yeah, and?"

"They said I had GSR on my hands… seriously what the hell is that?"

"It's called gunshot residue, and what else did they say?"

"That my prints were on the gun, but I accidently picked it up…"

"Wait," Stella interrupted. "How can you accidently pick up a gun?"

"Can I at least finish my fuckin' sentence, dude seriously can you tame your bitch?"

Mac literally jumped across the table (not caring about his arm) and took his collar and shook him with one hand.

"Don't you ever call my wife a bitch, okay you bastard… get the hell of my interrogation room, before I throw you out myself," he fiercely shoved him and the dude ran out of the room.

Did he just call me his wife?

"I'm sorry about that Stella," he gave her a side hug.

"I'm all right Mac, he's just a punk who doesn't know any better."

"But seriously Stella, if anyone ever calls you that I will beat the crap out of him, and if it wasn't for my arm…"

"It's okay Mac, you take things a little bit much to heart. Of course I'm upset about the whole situation, but it's nothing to worry about," she smiled slightly and left the room.

What's up with her? I let the wife word slip out didn't I… now I'm in trouble, she'll never let me forget it.

Stella goes to find Lindsay, who was standing with Adam.

"Linds, we need to talk…"

"Can't you say it with him here?"

"I guess it won't do any harm… well any ways this morning I brang up not being able to… reproduce with Mac with his injured arm…" they both gave her awkward looks. "As I was saying… just now while we were interrogating this guy called me a bitch… and during Mac being angry he called me his wife."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know should it bother me that he called me that?"

"Maybe your progressing as a couple…wait are you guys back together?"

"Yeah… I forgot to tell you guys, my bad."

"Wait, you guys broke up?" Adam asked unaware.

"Yeah, but it was all fixed," Stella smiled brightly.

"Well, that's good… I've got to go, see you gals later," Adam smirked and left.

"I'm so happy for you Stella, I hate seeing you guys not together. now about that wife thing…"