AN: OK, here's the next chapter! Sorry it took me so long!
Chapter Four
"What's going on?", asked Stella.
"Why are you looking at me like you have just seen a ghost?"
"Stella?" Mac stood up walking towards her.
You are crazy! This can't be real! She's dead, your mind is playing tricks on you!
But she looks so real! This can't be my imagination! Please don't let it be my imagination! It's her I know it!
Stella looked at him strangely as he approached, but he didn't care.
Reaching out he pulled her into his arms hugging her closely, breathing in her scent.
She's alive!
He never wanted to let her go, afraid that if he did she might leave again, afraid he would wake up finding out this was his imagintaion after all.
Stella was confused, but still she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face.
It felt felt so good to have Macs arms wrapped around her and after she overcame her shock about Mac showing public affection, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back.
"I had just one free day, I really can't leave you alone. What did you do? Give him drugs?"
Mac finally let go of her. He tried his best to hide how embarassed he was by his actions.
Stella now had the chance to take a look at Mac and noticed how tired he looked.
His beautiful green eyes were bloodshot.
Something bad had happend that made Mac look and act this way, she just didn't know what.
She looked around the room at the rest of her collegues and had a chance to look at everybodys appereance.
"What happend? You guys look like hell", Stella said half joking.
"You're alive...", was all Aiden could manage.
"Yes...", said Stella looking at Aiden slightly doubtful, she raised her hand to her neck as if to feel for a pulse, "definetly alive. So could someone please tell me what's going on?"
"But you are... were dead" , stuttered Danny, somewhat confused.
"What is this? April fools? Or did you all take drugs? I'm alive stop acting like idiots!"
Stellas confusion increased a few minutes later, when they were all standing in the morgue.
What the hell are we doing in the here?This is stupid! I should have stayed in bed this morning!
Stella looked at Hawkes who was opening one of the freezers.
Mac looked at the body still covered with the white sheet.
He had half expected to find the freezer empty now that Stella was standing beside him alive.
Hawkes looked at Stella for a moment as if to ask for her permission, but she kept staring at the body.
Even though she had no idea what was happening or what she would see under this sheet, she knew it wouldn't be good.
Sheldon carefully pulled the sheet back.
"Oh my god!" Stella looked down at the body of the woman.
Her face, the shape of her nose, her lips and her hair.
She looks like me! Exactly like me! This woman looks like me! She is me!
This is some wierd dream! This isn't happening!
The eyes, green, the same shape and colour as mine.
She looked so scared. Stella shivered it was like she was looking at her own reflection.
That's so horrible! Who would do something like this... to me, to her...
Stella unconsciously reached up and touched her throat as if she exspected it to be slit.
Stop it, stop it! This isn't me! It isn't! It can't be me! I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive...
Mac had promised himself he wouldn't look at the body again, he didn't know if he could take it, so instead he kept looking at Stella.
He still coulnd't believe she was standing there, it seemed like a dream come true.
His Stella was alive, she wouldn't leave! She was here! He wouldn't let her out of his sight ever again!
He sudied her face. She looked confused and kind of lost.
She was beautiful. Of course he had noticed that before. But now it was different, the thought of her not being here made everything so much more real.
He had just realised how much she really meant to him.
As much as he told himself he wouldn't look at the body again, when Hawkes drew back the white sheet, he couldn't help himself.
He felt a little bit better, knowing that it wasn't Stella, but the image of the body lying there on the table in front of him still shocked him.
It's so scary how much they look alike! , thought Danny.
Knowing it wasn't Stella, Aiden now noticed that even though they looked so similar, there were a few differences, for example Stella's hair was a bit longer.
The body also had a little scar on her face above her right eyebrow.
Flack heard a gasp beside him and looked up at Stella.
Mac noticed how pale she suddenly looked and he didn't know what to do about it.
Her expression had gone from confused to somewhat shocked.
Mac wasn't good with situations like this, did she want to be left alone or was he supposed to reach out to offer her some kind of comfort?
She...me...she...me...me...she...she's dead...I'm not...
Stella couldn't take it anymore, she turned around and just ran.
Out of the morge out of the building.
"Stella!", She could here Mac calling after her, but she didn't listen or didn't want to listen.
All she wanted was to get away.
Mac ran after her, but when he ran out onto the street she was nowhere in sight.
Where the hell did she go?
"Have you seen a woman, she's a bit smaller than me with chestnut brown curls? She just came out of this building!", asked Mac a group of tourists, who where standing there discussing the architecture of the building.
"Where the hell did they go?", asked Hawkes.
It had been half an hour since Stella had ran from the morgue with Mac running after her.
They had followed after Mac, but he had just dissapeared and they decided it wouldn't do any good to just run in one direction.
"No idea. What are we supposed to do?", asked Danny.
"OK. Mac is probably taking care of Stella, so we don't have to worry about that.
Hawkes we need the prints of the victim, Danny you run them through AFIS maybe something comes up and Aiden I want you to look through the evidence agian, maybe you'll find something we can use to identify her, I will look through missing persons files, maybe I'll find something, cause afterall we have a case and we know have a unidentified victim", ordered Flack, taking control.
She was breathing fast, her lungs hurt and her legs were like jelly, but she just keep running.
Suddenly her foot got caught in something and she stumbled.
She fell forward her knees hitting the ground, she tried to catch herself which only resulted in getting her hands torn from the pavement.
Somehow the pain brought her back to reality.
She looked around. She didn't recongnized any of the building around here.
Great Stella, you have no idea where you are!
The streets were empty and dirty.
Why the hell did she run here?
Her breathing was still way to fast, but she tried getting up.
This place frightened her and everytime she closed her eyes she saw the victims face, her face...
Getting up wasn't that easy and when she put weight on her right foot, a sharp pain shoot through her leg.
Great, just perfect, stuck somewhere with no idea where I am and I can't walk properly. Life is great...
Her leg was hurting so much, she could barely stand.
She felt like her legs were about to give out any minute, but she had to get back.
So she started walking as best as she could in the direction she came from hoping that she would get somehwere she knew or find a phone or a cab.
AN: Thanks you for the reviews, you are great! And thanks so to fruitbat00 for beta reading this chapter!
scrimshaw89 Hope you didn't explode yet!
Volonta forte Sorry, hope your family didn't mind!
littlesheep I might be crazy, but not that crazy! I'm from Germany, means bad English teacher, syncronised TV, to make it short: It sucks!
Sorry I couldn't answer all of your reviews, I try next time!