The Cause and Affect of Extreme Situations
SUMMARY: Mac is having a bad day and all it does is keep going further and further down hill. Especially when there's an accident while they attempt to apprehend a suspect. SMACK! Mac/Stella all the way, eventually. Lots of Angst!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own... that's y me and my friend are planning a huge heist to kidnap Gary ;) lol. Don't sue... trust me you'll pay more money on the lawyer then u will get out of me.
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CHAPTER 3
by cripticwolf
When Mac and Stella got outside they saw Flack leaning up against the squad car but no signs of Danny or Aiden. "Where are they?" Mac wondered out loud.
"No idea. Maybe they're still asking the neighbors for information." Stella guessed.
"Maybe..." Mac trailed off looking at the surrounding area trying to spot them. All of a sudden he saw them come running down the street. "What's going on?"
"We saw Bruce. He Ran out back. Aiden and me had him for about 10 blocks we lost him in a crowd of people." Danny replied out of breath and pissed that they lost him. "Sorry Mac."
"It's alright. Don't worry about it, at least we know where he's most likely headed." He turned to Flack. "Flack can you get a couple of local cops to scan the area? Get them to show his picture in every bar and apartment complexes with vacancy's they can find in the area?"
"Sure thing Mac." Flack turned and got into his car, Miss. Mitchells in the back seat still cursing and yelling at them. Getting on the radio he called the local dispatch telling them to print pictures of Bruce Mitchell and go around asking the local Building owners and bars if they've seen him around the area Danny and Aiden chased him to.
"Yo Mac, what happened to your face?" Aiden asked.
"That would be the handy-work Miss. Mitchells, Aiden." Stella said smirking, answering for him. Mac just glared at her as they all took their kits out of their car and headed back into the house and into the kitchen.
20 minutes later they had the whole kitchen dusted for fingerprints and we're back in the car heading back to the CSI building. Mac sighed as he drove, his headache was back in full force and it was pissing him off. His jaw and his nose hurt, but he was overly relieved that no blood had gotten on his shirt because he didn't feel like going home and changing again. Every time Stella looked at him she had a small smirk on her face, which he thought was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. Mac though most things with Stella were beautiful but he knew nothing would ever happen between them. They were best friends and he was her boss... there also was the fact that he highly doubted that she liked him the same way, it would never work. Mac would never do anything to jeopardize their friendship.
Stella kept looking over at Mac every now and then; he looked lost in thought and was only driving on cruise control. Every time he caught her staring she'd smirk at him. She knew he was having a pretty crappy day today. ' Maybe I should take him out for a drink later... or for dinner. Of course I'd have to drag him out of his office, but that wont be much trouble for me.' She thought. She wanted so bad to have him as her own, for her to be able to take care of him and love him but he was her boss, he was her best friend, and he didn't think the same way about her. It would never work. Stella would never jeopardize their friendship by making a move or spilling her heart out and have him not sharing her feelings.
They could both settle for friendship, after all, what choice did the have?
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It was around 4 o'clock by the time they finished running prints, all Bruce's and his mother's, showing that he was there and that Debra had definitely lied, just like they knew she was. Mac was walking down the hall reading a file when Stella spotted him and decided to ask him out for dinner or a drink after work, completely set on not taking no for an answer. "Mac, wait up!" She called to him jogging slightly to catch up.
"Hey Stella, need something?" Mac asked closing the file and tucking it under his arm, then sticking his hands in his pockets. His jaw had a slight bruise on it and his eye was a little black but other then that there was no obvious evidence of the punch from Miss. Mitchells.
"Nice shiner." She commented smiling.
"I know isn't it? Brings out the color of my eyes." Mac said sarcastically playing along. She laughed and Mac cherished the sound like so many times before, he couldn't get enough of it.
"Yes it does." She agreed. They started walking slowly toward his office as Stella got down to the point. "Mac... would you like to go out to dinner tonight or get a drink later?" Mac stopped and considered it for a minute looking at her, no doubt adding up all his work that needed to be done. She was so sure that he would decline that when he actually agree it surprised the hell out of her. "Really?" She asked. 'That was too easy... I didn't even have to threaten him.'
"Yeah, I would love to Stella." Mac said genuinely happy for the invite. He was looking forward to spending the night out with Stella outside of work; they hadn't done that in a while.
"No problem." She smiled, he grinned back and they had yet another moment where their eyes locked. Their trance was broken by Mac's cell phone ringing.
"Taylor." He answered.
"Hey Mac, It's Flack. We got him. Cops said they talked to a guy, the owner of a new building that just went up, showed him the picture and the guy was able to get an ID on him as his first tenant."
"That's great. We're on our way, sit tight and do not let him see any of you." Flack gave him address. Mac hung up and addressed Stella as he saw her curious expression, eyebrows raised, and clearly waiting for him to fill her in. "They got him, lets go." Mac and Stella both headed for the car and within minutes were on their way there.
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Mac and Stella ran up the stairs of the new apartment building. They knew two things, one that Bruce Mitchells was definitely in there and two that the entire building was supposedly empty, the other tenants not arriving till later that day. That gave them the advantage slightly, they didn't have to worry about possible hostages or innocent bystanders getting injured. Flack and Danny checked out the first and second floors while Mac and Stella ran further up the stairs to the Third floor. After quickly clearing the third floor they ran up to the fourth, kicking in the door closest to the stairway first. They were immediately assaulted with the smell of beer and pot.
"Freeze NYPD!" Mac yelled once they were inside, both his and Stella's weapons pointed at Bruce Mitchells. He was standing in the corner of the room, stoned off his ass, one hand holding a beer bottle and the other holding some type of controller console. "Put your hands in the air!" They waited a minute but all he did was laugh. "Now Mitchells! Drop the bottle and put your damn hands in the air!" Mac was not in the mood to play. He was tense and worried a drunk and doped up man could do anything at this point and he was worried for Stella. Bruce just chuckled.
Mac's eyes scanned the room and his heart sunk, breath caught painfully in his throat, when he saw the array of explosives by the bed close to Bruce. Stella's gaze followed his and her own eyes widened. They had to be careful here, real, real careful. Mac immediately thought of Flack and Danny who were in the two lower levels of the 6 story building, he needed to tell them to get out somehow.
"You stupid cops..." He droned, slurring slightly and laughing harder. "Ya see this pigs?" He indicated with his beer to the controller in his other hand. "This would be the controller to work that pretty bomb you saw behind me Mr. Copper. It also happens to be the trigger for several other bombs on this level that, in the event that I push this button." He waves his finger over the button and Mac stiffened. He laughed again. "Now why don't the two of you put your weapons down... NOW!" Mac and Stella shared a look but both put their guns on the floor. "Good now kick them to me." He smiled and laughed as they did as he told. Shaking his head and bouncing from foot to foot he took another drink from the bottle in his hand.
A few minutes passed and neither Mac nor Stella moved an inch hands raised at their wastes, staring at Bruce who just kept taking hits of his joint and laughing. That was before Mac's cell phone started to ring. Bruce threw his empty beer bottle against the wall causing Stella to jump just slightly, and bent down and, never taking his finger away from hovering above the button he picked up Mac's gun and leveled it at him. Mac didn't flinch, but on the inside he was a mess, more worried for Stella's sake then his.
On the fourth ring he said. "Go ahead answer it, just don't try anything," He pointed the gun at Stella instead and Macs eyes widened. "That is unless you want a bullet in this pretty little lady here." Mac glanced at Stella, on the outside she was calm as can be but he could tell just by looking in her eyes that she was terrified, but she'd never let Bruce see that. Mac knew that if Stella Bonasera was going to die she was going to do it standing strong, yet another thing that he admired about her... it was also something that scared the crap out of him. "Tell them im not in the building and that everything is fine. Got it?"
Mac took a deep breath, a million thoughts flying around in his head. "Alright." Mac answered his cell. "Taylor."
"Jesus Mac, why the hell did it take you so long to answer your cell? Everything alright?" Flack asked, concerned. They had had the first two floors cleared 10 minutes ago and were waiting for Stella and Mac to make contact before going back inside the building and helping to clear out the rest of the floors.
"Yeah Flack, everything's fine. He's not in any of the rooms up here. Just head out, we were obviously miss-informed." Mac told him, his voice too tight and too strained. He was all too aware of where the gun was currently pointed, all too aware of the bomb in the corner of the room, he could literally hear the blood rushing in his ears.
Flack immediately knew something was up, two things gave it away, one was the way Mac sounded and two was the fact that Mac wouldn't tell them to head out unless the entire building was checked out and there was no way they made it through every room from the third to sixth floor yet. He's up there isn't he Mac? You guys are in trouble." It was both a statement and a questions and Flack listened intently for any hidden meaning in Mac's reply.
"Yeah Flack, like I said before everything's fine." Mac repeated, hoping Flack noticed. 'Fuck...' Flack though. "We're heading down in a few minutes just wait for us outside. Got it?" Mac prayed that Flack got the hint and stood outside, he didn't want anyone dying, it was bad enough Stella was stuck in this position with him.
"Y-yeah Mac...I got it." They both hung up, and Bruce scratched the side of his head with the gun before grinning crookedly and pointing it at Mac once more
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"What's goin' on Flack?" Danny asked worried, having heard the distress in Flacks voice and his side of the phone call. Danny's breath caught in his throat as Flack looked up at the building lowering his hand with the phone in it, Call Ended written on the screen. He turned his head to Danny, hating this situation. "He's up there Danny, and their both in trouble."
Danny's eyes widened. "Then we gotta' go in-"
"No." Flack cut him off. "It's something serious and Mac said to stay out of the building." Danny just stared at him, in disbelief but understanding. If Mac said that, then there was no way for them to help without knowing the whole story. They were at a standstill; he was at standstill while his friends were in danger. 'Dammit...'
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"Well... now that that's taken care of..." Bruce walked back over to where his joint was, scratching his head again with the tip of the gun; then threw it into the bathroom. "Never did like guns none..." He commented smiling ironically. "Bombs, and fire have always been my favorites... hehe... I love when they go boom!"
"Look you don't have to do this. What about your mother... your gonna leave her alone, she thinks your a saint, you wanna' prove her wrong and us right?" Mac tried in a last stitch effort inching closer to Stella.
"Huh..." he scoffed. "My mother's a witch. She doesn't care about anyone...not even my father, she's the reason he's in jail." There was a level of hatred in his voice that sounded exactly like Debra's they notice. Like mother like son, not quite the original saying but true none the less. "If I push this we're all gonna die..." He laughed again, the hatred in his voice turning into a cheery tone. "And believe me... I'm all ready to die. Ya see Mr. Copper; you're in no position to try and bargain with me... there's nothing I want, nothing I need, nothing I have left... I'm gonna die here and now... and your coming with me." He took a large and final drag of his joint his finger descending on the button.
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TBC...
Ok I know that that's not exactly likely to happen but this is a fanfic so yeah lol. THANKYOU to everyone who's reviewed and liked my story so far I really appreciate it.
Little Miss Sorrow: lol there ya go that's his name I can never remember it. Yeah he's really hot and I adore his accent lol, his hair rocks too. I don't know what it is about Gary Sinise that I like about him so much. I just like him as an actor. I think he's a mad sweet person and I love how he is with all the soldiers and troop in Iraq. Idk he's just kinda hot to me lol I love his story in the show. But whenever I watch him when his band Lt Dan Band play while he's playing the bass guitar he like bounces and dances around and it cracks me up cause it looks so weird. Like I said lol idk I just adore him for some reason. Thanks for wishing me luck i hope you like it still. I only saw season 1 so far cause I have it on DVD and some eps from season 2 )
fruitbat00: lol between the show and all the stories I read where Stella always cracks stuff about him always in a suit I just couldn't resist, I thought the bet thing would be funny lol. Glad you agree and liked that lol. And as you can see, things are definitely getting worse.
Thanks to Devil'stix (who was my first reviewer for this story ThAnKiEs)Mouse, Crazy Mokis, and ath3ns