CH.6

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Authors Note: This chapter is just going to be some babble about Mac at Stella's and them possibly confronting some feelings for one another. I'm taking a break from the story line a bit, and am just going to try to have some fun on this one. The next chapter should be more on the original plot. Enjoy!

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Mac is standing in his apartment having just finished processing. Stella walks in.

"Hey, still here?"

"Yah, just finished." He replied looking around.

"You aren't staying here are you Mac?"

"No," he answered airily. "I'm staying at the lab."

"Oh, well…you know you could do something a little homier." She suggests.

Clueless, he answers, "Na, I don't feel like a hotel." Stella could have burst out laughing if she wasn't feeling so sympathetic for Mac. For a crime scene investigator, he was being a little slow.

"I meant," she said as seriously as she could, "you could stay at my place for a while."

"Oh," he stuttered, a bit surprised by her offer. "Well, okay, if you don't mind of course."

"No, Mac. I just offered for the hell of it." she replied sarcastically. "It will be my pleasure. C'mon, let's get out of here." Mac allowed her to lead him away out of his apartment and to Stella's.


Upon arriving inside, Mac could not help it to smile. Plastering the walls were pictures of the team on various occasions- Christmas, birthdays, seminars, just to name a few.

Mac heard a gasp behind him and felt Stella rush past him toward her couch side table. She opened the drawer and threw something in, then turned blushingly around as though she did not do something really weird that would appear suspicious.

"So, make yourself at home. Want something to eat? I can try to cook."

"Um, whatever," Mac replied shyly, just wanting Stella to leave so he could investigate the drawer. Stella muttered something about not being very helpful as she made her way to the kitchen. Mac swiftly moved to sit on the end of the couch. He casually glanced at the drawer.

"Must…resist…stupidity," He thought desperately. "Don't you dare do that," His hand moved "unwillingly" to the handle. "No…" It got closer. He couldn't fight it. "Oh, well." He opened the drawer and pulled out a picture of himself and Jane Parsons looking unsuspectingly at the camera. He stifled a laugh as she had drawn a mustache and beard on Jane. He turned it around where there was Stella's familiar scribble reading: "Mac's stupid decision."

He shook his head and put the picture back. He closed the drawer and thought to what extend Stella might go to too ensure he didn't see the picture. He decided it was best to wipe his prints off before leaving to help Stella.

They ate a spaghetti dinner that night during which Mac was too polite to comment on the burnt noodles. He was, in fact, quiet most of the time, something Stella noticed.

"Are you still thinking about the case?" Stella asked. Mac was glad for an excuse, and nodded his head slightly.

The truth was however, he hadn't really thought about the case much since arriving at Stella's. He was thinking about her strong feelings on himself and his feelings for Jane Parsons. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about Jane…or Stella for that matter. He stopped in mid nod and looked at Stella.

"No, actually I have been trying to not think about the case."

"Oh," she replied, a bit confused. She could tell that Mac had something on his mind, but didn't know what to say. Then it hit her like a bullet.

"You, ah, found the picture huh?"

"Yah." he said awkwardly. "Stella…"

"Listen, Mac," she interrupted, "I just want you to know that it doesn't matter to me about your personal life."

Mac smiled slightly. "Really? The evidence I found says otherwise…particularly the beard"

"Okay, so Jane Parsons wouldn't be my first choice for you." She smiled also. The conversation seemed to take a lighter approach the more they talked.

"Oh? Who then?"

"Mac, I can't choose for you."

"Ah, so I get to choose, but then you have to approve."

"Yah, something like that."

"Okay, how about Aiden." He joked.

"Are you freaking crazy! Danny would bit your head off if you went near Aiden…besides, she's too young." She added as an afterthought.

"Young is a better excuse." He nodded his head.

"I know, Mary Caldwell from Q.D."

"Mac, could you please try to be interested in someone I don't know? You need to get out of the lab." Mac's face fell involuntarily.

"I guess I can't choose you then." He said in deadpans. Stella looked up into those green eyes of his with new means. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. But…blast it, just then their flirty moment was rudely interrupted by Mac's phone ringing. He pulled it out and answered.

"Taylor." There was a long pause. "Okay, great. Yah I'll be right there. Okay." He turned back to Stella. There were two blood samples from Kayla Donora's knife. They matched it to Jack Mendel."

"Great. We heading to the lab now?"

"Yah, why?"

"It's just getting late." she pointed out.

"Hmm. We wont be long. Oh, and uh, act like you don't know this already." Without further explanation, Mac rushed out.

"What?" She wondered out loud. Her question was answered by her own phone ringing. Suspecting who it was, she answered.

"You found two blood samples? Really…"


Okay, that's my fun chapter. Please R&R!