A/N: my deepest apologies for the long update, I kinda got writer's block on this story, but I will try and write the next chappie ASAP! -shay
Tension
The next morning, Stella woke up with another headache. "Oh, I really don't want to go to work today..." At the insistent beeping of her clock, she finally rolled out of bed. "Ugh." She quickly showered and dressed, then ate breakfast and drove to the NY Crime Lab.
She hurried to her office, praying desperately that her boss wouldn't notice her, but his keen blue eyes picked her out immediately.
"Stella," he called out.
She stopped. "Yeah?"
"Are you avoiding me on purpose?"
"Uh..."
"Just answer the question."
"Yeah..."
"Okay. I'm putting you on a hit-and-run today with Danny, then."
"Uh... okay."
"He's in the trace lab." Mac offered gently, and left her alone.
"Uh, okay." Stella was still in shock.
"This is ridiculous," Stella muttered under her breath as she stormed down the hall to Mac's office. She walked in without knocking, and Mac looked up with amusement at her agitation. "Damn it, Mac, why do you have to be so- so- difficult?"
"Difficult?"
"Mac!" she groaned and threw her hands up in the air. "How can you be so calm? I'm a nervous wreck!"
"I can tell." Mac got up from his chair and came around to stand in front of her. "Am I really that bad?"
"Yes!"
His stomach dropped to the floor. "Oh."
"Mac, I- I don't know, I'm just not ready for a relationship with you right now. We were such good friends, Mac! Why did you have to go and ruin it?" With a sob, Stella spun on her heel and ran out the door.
Mac stared after her, heart pounding painfully in his chest. Great, Taylor, what have you done now?
A/N:
muahahaha! another cliffie! don't worry, my mind is already spinning
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