Hey! Chapter 2! I am so dedicating this chapter to Bev (lexijones, aka, bjjones) because I am in love with her vampire series. She so rocks. Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story, I love you.

Danny rolled over, instinctively curling closer to the warm body in bed next to him. He paused, wonder what he was doing in bed next to a warm body. Then, it came back. Mac, hot kisses, desperate touching, feeling, clothes everywhere. He sighed, a content smile on his face. Sometimes, his job wasn't all that bad. Mac woke a minute later, turning to face Danny.

"Hey. You ok with this?"

"Never been better." He gave Mac a light peck on the lips. Mac smiled, a real one. Danny didn't get to see them that often. He couldn't remember the last time he saw Mac truly smile. There was a light knock on the door.

"Just a minute," Mac hollered. He got up, threw on the first shirt and pair of pants he found, then opened the door.

"Hey, Mac." Stella walked in.

"Hey yourself. How was work?"

"Don't even go there. I thought I might stop by, check on Danny. How is he?"

"He's doing OK. He's sleeping right now."

"Sleeping?"

"Yes, sleeping. I, uh, kinda had him explain everything last night. He was…pretty tired when he woke up this morning. I think everything is just coming too fast."

"Ah. Well, I wouldn't want to intrude on his beauty sleep. I'll see you later." She turned to leave, she stopped when Mac spoke.

"Stella, be careful, ok?"

"Ok. Will do. Bye." She walked out, shutting the door softly behind her. Danny walked out of the bedroom, sans a shirt.

"She didn't buy that," he said.

"And why is that?"

"One- You're wearing my shirt," Mac looked down, so he was, "and two- you yelled for her to wait a minute before you opened the door. That just might have woken me up."

"Oh really? Now, why could I ever want you to be awake?" He backed Danny up against the wall.

"I don't know. There're a lot of reasons I guess. Like the fact that I can cook and you can't."

"How'd you know that?"

"Stella."

"I'll have to talk to her about that. So, you can cook?" He claimed Danny's mouth in a passionate kiss.

"Yeah, hungry?"

"Starving." They worked their way to the bedroom and got halfway there before the phone rang.

"Let it ring." Mac told Danny. Danny was sorely tempted to disagree, but they both stopped dead in their tracks when the heard the voice on the other line.

"Don't think that he's safe with you, Detective Taylor. He isn't safe anywhere anymore. He turned his back on us, so we need to collect. We'll be watching." Danny slumped against the wall nearest him.

"I told you that your life would suddenly make its way into the equation. You should have just let me take care of it."

"Danny, what did I tell you before you set foot in this apartment?"

"No arguments. But, still, I don't want you to suddenly turn up dead because of me. I really don't want that happening."

"I can handle myself. I was a marine, remember?"

"Yeah. That still won't prepare you for what these guys will come up with. The guys you met were just thugs- newbies. The top dogs, they have more money, more connections, and more brains. You really don't want to get caught with them on your bad side."

"Too bad, they already are. Come on, up," He reached out a hand and Danny took it, hauling himself up off the floor. Mac looked at the clock, "It's 5:30. You go take a shower, and I'll order a pizza."

"What? I don't get a complimentary backwash?"

"Maybe next time. Right now, I'm more concerned about your safety."

"Got it." Danny gave Mac a light kiss before heading in the direction of the bathroom. Mac sighed.

"He's such a flirt." He said once he heard the water turn on.