Disclaimer: Mac Taylor is mine.

Title: Not without you.

Note: English isn't my native language, so be a little bit indulgent.

By Lylou

She tiredly left her black and stylish coat on the chair and look at him, he always seemed like an Armani advertisement with his professional hair-cut and his dark suits specially now, in winter, Stella could see his coat hung behind him, it was January, she was cold, hungry, almost without sleeping and caffeine needed.

-You look … distracted.

Are you okay?

-…Yes just my noisy neighbour, I believe that she had a little …. private party last night.

-I see… You have the typical case of "romantic neighbours".

-It didn't seem too romantic to me.

Too many strange noises for my pleasure…

Why are you smiling?

- I never thought that you were of the easily scandalize ones.

-Au contraie, there are many things of me that you do not know Mac Taylor….

But that was little weird for me.

-So…you are not really the handcuffs and whip type.

-No, definitely not.

Can we just forget this conversation?

I don't like to speak about my sexual life with my boss.

He looked at her in silence, thinking about the beautiful she was when she dressed green, and trying to pretend that her commentary about her sexual life had not burned his heart.

-… As you want.

-Thanks.

Something new?

-… Yes, my fan number one wants to speak with me.

-"The cowboy" wants to speak with you?

-Yes… so we must have everything prepared, microphones, all equipment… that guy has killed thirteen people Stella.

-And you want to be the fourteen?

-He doesn't want to kill me, he is just another damn bastard how wants to be famous in New York… That's why he always sends me his repulsive crimes photos.

-Or maybe he is in love with you.

-Now you are scaring me Stella.

-Seriously, we don't know what the hell is in his rotten brain, maybe he is the quite famous now and he wants to kill you.

What other thing would he want now?

Unless he is completely stupid, he must know that we are going to try to catch him.

-Maybe he is in love with me.

-It's not funny Mac.

-I know, it's creepy, he isn't really my kind…

-I hope that you continue being so funny when you are dead.

-I'm not going to die Stella, not today.

-Now you are a medium?

I don't like this plan.

-It's part of our job.

-Mac… there are things more important than a job.

-Not for us.

Stella looked him a little gloomy and sighed; she approached to him until invading his personal space, until she was able to smell his after-shave and gave him a fast and warm kiss in his cheek

-Be careful partner.

-I will.

To be continued….

All the opinions and ideas are welcomes.