You know the drill: I DO NOT OWN THEM.
VERY short update…
I am ready to see POTC 3!
Oh, and about the Season Finale… SQUEE!
Enjoy :
Mary-Elise opened her eyes and sat up quickly on the couch, "How long have I been out?!"
Mac chuckled at the little girls actions, "Only thirty minutes and don't worry; it's only eleven o'clock you still have about seven hours here with us."
"Oh thank goodness! Now, where did Auntie Stellie get off to?" the four year old asked looking about.
"She went to go get us some lunch. Is a ham, turkey, cheese, and lettuce good for your sandwich?" he asked.
Mary-Elise nodded and turned when the door opened revealing a smiling Stella, "Look who's up."
"Food?" Mary-Elise asked as Stella entered with a bag and tray with three cups in her hands.
"Yes, I got you food," Stella laughed and took out a sandwich and handed it and the smallest cup to Mary-Elise.
Mary-Elise got off of the couch and pulled another chair up to Mac's desk so she could eat with him and Stella.
"So, how's life?" She asked, biting into her sandwich.
"Well, you know, it's going pretty well," Stella answered Mary-Elise, purely for her own amusement.
"Yeah, mine's going pretty well, too. 'Cept, this kid names Dillon said that I was weird 'cause I know more about criminanals and stuff like that than most other kids my age," she answered.
Stella and Mac both quickly deciphered that 'criminanals' was suppose to be criminals and then nodded their head and Mac asked, "How old is Dillon?"
"He's five and he's a meanie head," she answered scrunching up her nose in dislike. "I'm not weird am I?"
"No, you're… rather normal, considering who you parents all," Stella answered and Mac chuckled.
Mary-Elise tilted her to the side, this time scrunching her nose in confusion, "I don't get it."
"Never mind, Lis," Stella giggled.
She nodded her head satisfied and all was quiet until she randomly burst out with "Uncle Mac, you never told who the other person is!"
Stella almost fell out of her seat laughing, so much for her not remembering. Mac glared at her for a second and she sobered up, turning to Mary-Elise's eager face.
"You not really that interested, now are you?" he tried to weasel his way out of it.
"Aunt Stella told me, so now you have to," she answered.
"Really? Who did Aunt Stella say?" he continued to avoid the question.
"Nuh-uh, not until you tell me," the four year old shook her head, her pig tails flying side to side and Stella let out a breathe she hadn't realized she had been holding. Mac didn't say anything so Mary-Elise rolled her eyes, "Can I guess?"
"Sure," Mac answered not really concerned about it.
"Aunt Stella!" she shouted happily. Both of the adults in the room looked at each other, then at Mary-Elise, then back at each other. "Aunt Stella said you by the way," she whispered to Mac before jumping from her chair, grabbing her cup of orange juice, and sprinting from the office with the final words, "So, now ya know."
"I really hope we never have to chase her down," Mac said blankly, staring at the spot the small child had once occupied.
Stella let out a laugh to release some of the nervousness and questioned, "Do we know now?"
"I think so," Mac answered and they once again fell silent.
"Hey, Monkey, what have you been up to?" Danny caught his daughter as she rounded the corner into her parent's office.
"Playing match maker, of course," she replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You watch way to much television," he joked as he walked through the halls of the crime lab with the girl in his arms.
"I watch less than you, Daddy," she teased.
"Ha ha, you just take after your mother, don't you?" he smiled at his child before looking up into Mac's office seeing him and Stella just sitting there and staring. "You played match maker on them, didn't you?" he questioned Mary-Elise.
"Only a little bit and it was a accident," she responded.
"It's about time," he mumbled.
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