Summary: (MS) A short series of drabbles describing Stella's thoughts during the season finale.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Charge of This Post
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: New York or any of the characters. I just like to borrow them from time to time. :)
--Waiting--
God, I hate waiting. It's just part of my nature, I guess. I burn to be part of the action; to do something, not just stand around, giving orders.
Mac is in there.
I'm worried about Flack and everyone else, of course, but the thought that keeps haunting me is that my best friend, the person I love above all others, is inside the building where a bomb just exploded. And he could be seriously hurt, or even killed.
But I do what I have to do. I do my job, all the while praying and hoping.
And I wait.
TBC...