Alright the don't work as place markers, they don't show up. Mental note To Self. Okay, onto the next bit of reading material! I'm mildly suprised I actually got a review on the first day of posting, if you ask me the CSI:NY section seems kinda...slow... compared to the other sections i look at... Anywho, I'm happy. I love reviews. And I love givin the readers what they want, updating somewhat frequently meaning.
An Answer to My Reader:
Ziggy, I apologize for the grammatical errors. I know I need to get a beta, whenever I ask someone if they would help me fix the grammatical errors in my stories, i send it to em and never get a reply back! Its kind of annoying, so much to the point where Im like screw it. I forgot to put a label on the top of the front one saying there are grammatical errors, and yes I know about them, as I usually do. -still in search for a good beta reader who will respond to me...- I will attempt to keep up with this story and finish it. I have a tendency to start a fic and then another while Im doing the first and Ill just drop the first, but If i get enough readers here, that will keep me interested enough to continue to try and finish it. And the few Mac-angst stories that I have found, weren't finished. so if you know of any that are finished, please link em to me, or even if they aren't, i'm in for a good angst fic revolving around Det. Taylor.
And Now onto the Update.
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Stella and Danny pulled into the parking spot infront of Macs' apartment building. She stepped out of the car first, trying to keep her emotions under control. The whole ride over she kept playing the worse case scenarios in her head. Danny stepped out as Stella had rounded the car, He sized the building up. It was like any normal middle-class apartment building, 5 stories high. He fell into step with Stella as they walked up to the front entrance and moved in.
Stella knew exactly where his apartment was. He had let her stay the night a few times, and she had helped him move in after Claire had died. They approached the elevator, and Stella punched in the 'up' button quickly and relatively hard. Her anticipation and worry for what she was about to find made her antsy. She needed to get there as fast as she could. She glanced to Danny, awhile the elevator was making its way down to them.
He was concerned, for him, and especially her. He had watched her in the car. He had never seen her like that; She was usually calm and relaxed. This was different her tone of voice and her body movement was of one concerned for the wellfare of a lover. Everyone knew Mac and Stella had a deep friendship, Danny even picked up a bit of an initimate feeling at least one sided. He knew Stella loved Mac, what he didn't know was if Mac loved her. Mac was a hard one to figure out, hard to read.
The elevator finally got to the lobby level, Stella jumped in, Danny quickly followed her, and they were off to the fourth floor. She tapped her foot impatiently as the number of floors they ascended. Danny knew better, and stayed quiet. He didn't want to set her off in this state. The silence in the elevator was uncomfortable for both of them, as they both wanted off as quickly as possible.
Finally They reached the fourth floor, the elevator doors slide open. The hallway was poorly lit, and the walls were a dank looking color. It looked sadly like a dungeon. Stella never could figure out why Mac had to choose a place so depressing. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he never left the office, but his office was kind of the same way. It gave off a depressing feeling.
The two detectives stepped slowly off the elevator, an erie feeling creeped over them. As if something was very wrong about this place. Stella slowly creeped down the hallway, past the first, and the second doors. The third one was ajar. She felt her heart fall into the pit of her stomach. It was Macs' apartment.
Stella approached the door slowly, glancing down at the floor inside, from the view. She pulled out some rubber gloves from her coat, and put them on. She glanced at Danny, He was doing the same thing. Once Stella had the gloves on she gently placed the palm of her hand on the door, and put pressure on it. Stella eased the door open more, only to gasp at the sight before her.
"Danny." She gasped, stepping into the apartment. The younger detective followed, scanning the area in pure shock.
"Who would do this?" Danny asked allowed, obviously stunned at the state of the apartment. It was complete and utter chaos. Everything was everywhere, broken, tossed over, fumbled through. Papers were scattered across the floor, and furniture was turned over.
Stellas' eyes drifted downward, and now stared at red blotches in a centralized area. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes now.
"Mac." She whispered quietly, knowing no one would hear her.
"Mac!" Danny yelled through the apartment.
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Thats it for now, all I got time to write, stay tune for the next installment, please review please.
