AN: I know bad me...Anyway I won't keep you from reading any longer by making apologizes, why it took me so long! Thank you all for the nice reviews!
Chapter Eleven
Stella stood in the office shocked, she stared at the place where moments before her partner had stood fighting with her, before storming out.
What had just happend here? Was she imagining things? Had he really told her he loved her? Did he know what just admitted?
Her anger was long forgotton. She suddenly felt weak and most of all stupid.
What had she done? Had she really been such a bitch lately?
The sad answer was, that since she found out about Aletheia , she had been everything but nice too him.
She looked out of the window over the city. The skyscrapers never failed to make her feel small and unimportant.
She had pushed Mac away and she had hurt him by saying all those things to him.
Now, by her own stupid behaviour she had probably lost her best friend. The only person who really understood her, the only person she had ever loved.
She loved Mac she had realized this long ago, but she never acted upon her feelings or told him how she felt, afraid she might loose him as a friend.
She had known he hadn't been ready for a new relationship, his world still revolved around the loss of Claire. But now, when he was finally ready to move on, she went and screwed up any chance she had.
Great Stella, story of your life, you always manage to ruin everything good.
Her eyesight was blured, tears were beginning to from in her eyes. She tried to fight them, but she couldn't.
She just stood in his office, in Macs office, looking over the city, tears trailing down her cheeks.
"Think they've stopped yelling at each other yet?", asked Danny.
They were standing in the elevator of the apartment building Robert Norman lived in.
"Wanna go back and check?", suggested Aiden and made a gesture as if to stop the elevator.
"No thanks I value my life. I'd rather work their crime scene than have you working mine."
"What you have no faith in my abilities?", joked Aiden.
In that moment the elevator door opened.
"Which apartment was it again?", asked Danny.
"D... I think", said Aiden searching for the slip of paper where she written down the adress earlier.
"'Does that answer the question of wether or not I have faith in your abilities?", Danny knocked on the door of the apartment. Aiden swatted him on the arm.
"Why did you ask me, when you knew all along?"
"To see if you knew too", asnwered Danny making a step to the side to avoid being hit again.
"Asshole", murmured Aiden and knocked on the door again.
"Seems no one is home", said Danny when they suddenly heard a loud bang from inside the apartment. Simultaneously they drew their guns.
Aiden gestured to Danny to kick down the door, which he did. Aiden entered the living room first.
A picture frame lay broken on the floor. Danny walked into the next room, the kitchen.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was the smell. A smell he had grown all to familiar with while working as a CSI, the smell of decaying flesh.
He then noticed the pool of blood on the floor and the legs sticking out from behind the kitchen table. Caught up in examining the scene he missed the fact that there was someone else standing in the kitchen.
"Police! Freeze!", screamed Aiden from behind him, when she saw the person.
It was a small man, about a foot smaller than Aiden.
He lifted his hands in the air. "Please don't shoot!", he said in a scared voice.
Danny took a deep breath.
How the hell had he missed him? He didn't want to think about what could have happend if Aiden hadn't been there.
Danny dropped his gun back in its holster and walked towards the man, careful not to step into the blood on the floor.
He now saw the body that belonged to the legs. The man was white, middle age from what Danny could see. He was laying face down in the blood pool.
But he and Aiden would take care of the crime scene later, first he had to take care of the suspect.
He took out his handcuffs and cuffed the suspect. Better safe than sorry.
Aiden put her gun down and called for backup.
"Who the hell are you?", asked Danny.
"Hey don't I have any rights? What about I can stay silent?", asked the man in a mocking tone, suddenly way more brave now that there were no guns pointing at him.
"Tell you what. You have just been caught redhanded at a murderscene. That doesn't look good for you."
"Oh come on even I can tell he's been dead for some time", the little man said.
Unfortunately Danny had to agree with him. Why would a murderer come back to the scene days after the crime was commited.
Maybe because he's stupid, Danny.
If there's something he had learned in all his years as a CSI, it was that criminals did the most stupid things.
Just then two uniformed officers came in and took the man into custody.
"So I think we have found the reason, why Mr Norman didn't show up for school this last few days", said Aiden beginning to process the scene.
"Yep I think it's fair to say he has a really good excuse."
Mac was walking through the city, not really knowing where he was going.
He had fled the lab after leaving Stella in his office and headed out into the city, without a destination in mind.
He was just as confused as Stella. He regretted what he said to her in his office.
Not that he loved her, because that was the truth and some part of him was glad he finally said it out loud. Because he knew under normal circumstances he would have never told her.
No he didn't regret telling her, he regretted that he had shouted at her, that he had hurt her. She didn't deserve that. He never wanted to hurt her.
When Claire died, he had said and done a lot of things he wasn't proud of, but Stella had never lost her patience with him. Not once. She had always been there for him, and now for once she needed him. And what did he do?
He screamed at her telling her she was selfish. He shook his head. Who's the selfish one now?
Mac didn't think he could look her in the eye again.
Even though it killed him, now that he finally realized what he felt for her. He would understand if Stella never wanted to see him or speak to him again.
Maybe if he hadn't screwed up, maybe... maybe what? The little voice in his head asked. It wouldn't have worked between them. They were friends nothing else, that's all Stella saw in him, he was sure of it.
He hadn't even realised where he was going, but when he looked up he noticed he had reached ground zero.
Oh Claire, I wish you were here. He walked to the fence looking down. Why did you leave me?
Flack was sitting in front of the computer trying to find out anything at all about Robert Norman.
But with the lack of results, he was growing more frustrated with every passing second. There had to be something that told him where he came from.
No one could just appear out of nowhere. It wasn't possible, there had to be some trace he just had to find it.
The beeping of the computer told him it had completed his search. He clicked on the result. Nothing. His hand hit his desk. He had to be missing something.
"Detective Flack?", said a voice from behind him.
Flack hadn't even notice someone entering.
"Who wants to know?", he answered grumpy. The man was wearing a black well tailored suit.
Boy, someone has too much money, huh? Thought Flack to himself.
"FBI", answered the man, shoving the badge in Flacks face.
What the hell was going on here?
This week was cursed he knew it. First the Stella doppelganger, then the suspect who appeared out of nowhere and now the FBI.
Could this week get any worse?
Stella was sitting in front of her TV. She thought that maybe it would distract her, but it wasn't working. She couldn't stop thinking about Mac.
She flipped channels again, when suddenly Jennifer Garner in 13 going on 30 appeared on the screen.
Jenna, the girl she was playing, sat outside her house with a pink dollhouse in her lap. Her best friend Matt, whom she loved, was going to marry someone else, because she had screwed up.
Stella felt sad for Jenna, it kind of reminded her of herself at the moment. She really did screw up.
The big difference was that for Jenna it still worked out in the end.
Too bad there wasn't such a thing as wishing powder in real life.
She hugged the sofa cushion to her face as a few tears made their way down her face.
There's an other difference between you two, stated the cruel little voice in Stellas head.
Jenna at least tried to make things right, she didn't hide at home. She didn't run away from her problems, she tried to solve them. Not like you.
Stella had to admit the voice had a point, but hey it didn't work out for Jenna now, did it?
It's a movie Stella, but hey if you are not even willing to try... maybe you don't love him as much as you think.
Stella hated to admit it, but again the voice was right.
She loved him damit! She had to try to make it up! She had to! She would never forgive her if she didn't!
AN2: Ok at this point I want to thank my best friend, even though she won't read this anyway, I wasn't able to convince her to watch CSI yet.
We were sitting in Math and she being the movie expert when it comes to chick flicks I asked her for advise what movie to use. Nearly made her get yelled at by the teacher, so be grateful! ;)