suallenparker´s note: I know, I know... rather short, but the next one will be longer, I promise! This was just the warm-up ^-^ Mac's POV
MrAprilfoolsWatanuki's note: HEHE, this and the next coming chapter, I haven't written much of at all. I just gave Sarah some small hints about what I wanted to happen xD
But I like her version and... Well here we go. Mac's POV last chapter!
Our mission here was complete, so we both could go back to our normal life again...
But I quietly wondered how that would be; I'd gotten used to have Stella around in my home, and Offe. Yeah, Offe. I had agreed on taking care of her, since Stella can't have her in my apartment.
And I can't say no, Offe would be a perfect excuse for me to see Stella when we're not working. We can go for walks together and stuff like that. I know she can't stay away from Offe for a long time.
My heart was still pounding fast as I went to the house which had been mine and Stella´s home for the last few weeks to pack my stuff.
Grabbing some clothes out of the closet in the bedroom as I tried to calm myself down, tried to erase the awful pictures from my mind...
Stella bleeding and bound to that damn chair in that damn basement.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Forcefully I shoved the clothes in my bag, uttering silent curses, while my mind lost itself in 'what if'-s and 'if not'-s, again.
What if I hadn´t searched for her?- She´d might be dead.
What if she hadn´t take her cell with her?- She´d might be dead.
What if I had been too late? What if Henric hadn´t stood so far away from her?
What if he would´ve had a gun instead of a knife? - She´d might be dead now.
Damn it all. I could´ve lost her! My fingers started shaking by that thought.
Then rage came up again.
This time not because of Henric who tried to hurt her so badly but because she brought herself in such unbearable situation.
What had she been thinking?
Why didn´t she just came home that damn night?
Why the hell did she have to stay in that damn house?
How dared she doing this to me?
Scaring the hell out of me.
Christ, I nearly aged ten years in those moments before I knew she was safe again...
And all this because Miss Bonasera had been too proud or too stubborn to ask for my help...
God, maybe she was angry with me for some stupid reasons I still not get...
But if she didn´t want my help, then why didn´t the call Flack, Danny or Lindsay to give her some backup? So that at least someone had known where she had been?
So that at least someone had known where to look for her, if she hadn´t shown up?
What if I hadn´t been able to trace her cell?
What if-
I took a deep breath. I was thinking in circles.
I flinched as I heard someone coming up the stairs to the bedroom.
Stella.
I knew it was her. I recognized the way she walked by the sound of her swinging steps.
Thousands of people could have walked by, and I still would have recognized hers.
Growling slightly I went to the closet again, looking for some more of my clothes...
Well, at least I pretended to seem like that...
Honestly I just didn´t want to face her right now, knowing I would do one of rather stupid things.
Either I would start yelling at her for scaring me so much or I would grab her and hold her tight untill my racing heart would´ve assured itself that she was save now, here in my arms...
Both of the two options would be totally inappropriate, I guess.
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