Stella's POV
My god poor Linds, she just can't get a break. Almost shot by an African blood diamond dealer, the man she loves won't admit he loves her, even to himself, she's held hostage in her own building and now her apartment was being broken into. I quickly put on my coat and walked out of my room. We had gotten a suite so there was one common living room with a few bedrooms off of it. The whole team was in the living room and saw me getting ready to leave. "Where you goin?" Danny eloquently asked. "Lindsay just called; she needs me to come over for a little while." They looked worried. I assumed she didn't want them all to know what had happened so I just told them it was for some girl talk. They all seemed to buy it except for Mac.
He loves her, he really does. The fact is, is that I know that man better than he knows himself. He's afraid that if he loves Lindsay he's losing Claire. Lindsay reminds us all of Claire so much. She even looks like her, petite, athletic, light brown hair. Mac's worried that he'll forget Claire. Which is just stupid, he'll never forget Claire, she was his first love. But that doesn't mean that he can't love someone else again. It's just too bad that he's going to figure it out once it's too late. Lindsay's married. Although I have to say I don't really get that romantic vibe off of her and Tony. Oh well. I hailed a taxi and told him the address. Mac would just have to win her back, and to be perfectly honest I'm not above helping him steal a married woman.
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Mac's POV
Girl talk my ass. Something's wrong with Lindsay. There's no way Stella would have looked so worried if there wasn't. I know Stella, she would have looked mischievous if it was about girl talk. And as much as I want to go after her and see what's wrong with Lindsay I also know it's not my place to know anymore. She was with Dinozzo now. But really why should I care? She's not on my team anymore; I have no responsibility where she's concerned. The only problem with that is that I do care. A lot. Too much for a man with a girlfriend as I'm slowly coming to realize. Seeing her dancing with Dinozzo, their wedding dance had made me realize that I wanted to be the she was dancing her wedding dance with.
Peyton must have noticed my distraction because she kept trying to kiss me. I don't really understand why she thinks that will make me less distracted. If anything it makes me think that Lindsay's lips probably wouldn't taste like lemons I imagine her lips will taste like vanilla. She always puts vanilla into her coffee and tea. God I shouldn't be thinking about this right now.
Lindsay POV
I heard a knock on the door and checked the peephole. It was Stella so I let her in. She gave me a hug. I let go after a minute and checked that she hadn't told anyone about this. She hadn't and I thanked her, I wasn't in the mood for a bunch of people calling to check up on me. She came in and we caught up on everything. I found out that she had been seeing a guy from the PD. He was a widower with two kids who she adored. I'm happy for her. She deserves a family. We talked for about two hours than I insisted that I drive her back to her suite. We got to the building and she insisted that I come in for a few minutes because the team was sure to still be up and they all wanted some time with just me. It took some convincing but eventually I gave in. We went up and she unlocked the door. The team was still up, all sitting around the couch. Danny and Don cheered when they saw I was with Stella. I laughed and went to sit next to Sheldon, the only free spot. Everyone said Hey, but Peyton just smiled tersely at me.
We all caught up for about a half an hour before I insisted that it was late and I had to get home. Danny protested but I said, "I have to go now. Tony was expecting me a while ago." I saw Mac's lips purse and almost laughed. Looks like this whole thing is not as hopeless as I thought. Mac insisted that he walk me out to my car. We got into the elevator and were on the 2nd floor when he pushed the stop button. I almost laughed. This was dad's method of privacy as well. He came up right in front of me and said, "What's going on?" What is he talking about? I voiced that question and he pushed me back into the wall gently and trapped me with his arms on both my sides. My eyes got big. "Mac I'm mar…" He smashed his lips into mine. I gasped and he slid his tongue into my mouth, massaging my own. I heard someone moan, and then realized that it was me. I quickly regained my senses and pushed him away. He still had me trapped between his arms though. His hips were pushing into my own, preventing me from moving. Although if I'm being totally honest with myself I don't exactly mind.
"What is going on? Stella ran out of here when you called, something was wrong. What happened?" He demanded. I sighed, exasperated at the fact that I am completely incapable of lying to this man but know I was going to have to come up with some grand lie. "Look Mac it wasn't a big deal I just needed to talk to-"I gasped as I felt his teeth on my neck. I moaned and thrust my hips into his. I was beginning to feel what this little meeting was doing to Mac. Oh god it would be so easy to give in right now and let him take me right here in the elevator. But sadly my conscience won out and I pushed him away…again. "Mac you have to stop, you have Peyton and I'm married. We can't continue this self-destructive…thing we've got going on." He was breathing heavily from arousal and his eyes were dilated. I was aroused as well. And I'm sure it was quite obvious in the think tank top I had worn. He backed me into the wall again and said, "No. I don't want her. I want you. I'm not above stealing you from a married man Lindsay. And make no mistake I will do everything in my power to get you back. But for now, go home, climb in bed and have sex with your husband. But keep this in mind when you almost scream out my name tonight Lindsay, every time, every time, I've come in the past month its been when I think of you. When I think of sliding in between your legs, hearing you scream my name when you come for me. When you're ready for me, for us, come find me. Until then sweet dreams." He stepped back and I almost fell over, I was unbearably wet now. He got off on the next floor and I went out to my car. The rest of this investigation was going to be… interesting.