Mac and Stella walked into the crime lab together. (they had coffee together remember?) they walked to the locker room still together and got their stuff out. Stella dropped her gun. (stupid girl.)

"Crap." She hissed under her breath. She leant down to pick it up and as she put her hand on it Mac put his hand on top of hers by accident. They looked up at each other. Mac started blushing adorably and looked away. Stella grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards her. They started kissing passionately, Stella against the lockers…

(mwahahahahahahahaha! Just kidding! You didn't think it would happen that quickly did you? I did say 8 or 9 chapters!)

Mac blushed adorably and looked away, taking her gun for her. Stella nodded thanks as he gave it back to her. Around the corner of a locker Danny and Sheldon scooted off.

"You're not still worried about that dream are you Stella?" Mac asked.

"No," she shook her head and smiled at him. "I'm fine thanks." Mac nodded, patted her shoulder and walked away. Stella watched him go with her hand on her shoulder and a far away look in her eyes. Then she collapsed onto the floor with a happy sigh.

"Oh, he just makes me melt!" she said to herself. Someone cleared their throat nervously and Mac hurried in grabbed something out of his locker and quickly walked off again. Stella sank.

"Crap." She said again. Why did she always have to embarrass herself in front of the man she tried to impress? She walked out of the locker room, feeling today would be a disaster and almost bumped into Danny, Flack etc. who were talking very excitedly about something. She felt too depressed to be bothered to join in so she carried on, shaking her head. Danny & co watched her go.

" She has been acting really really strangely recently." Said Lindsay sagely.

"Yeah," Danny grinned. "Really really strangely!" Flack kicked him.

"Wipe that grin off your face Messer!" he ordered.

"Mac and Stella would be so cute together." Sheldon remarked.

"Whaddya mean, they would be so cute together?" asked Flack accusingly. "You mean they will be cute together."

"We need to get them together," said Lindsay.

" Do you wanna be in charge of the plan Montano?"

"Why thank you for the gracious offer Danny!"

"No problemo." Flack kicked him again. Lindsay smiled.

"Right," she said…

Later on Stella was processing some evidence when Danny ambled in.

"Don't hurry to put a criminal behind bars or anything Danny." Stella gave him an angry look. " How was Christmas?" she asked ironically. Danny just grinned at her.

"What?" asked Stella, a bit freaked out by Danny's grin. "What?" Danny leant on the table.

"You remember someone called Mac Taylor?" Stella eyed him.

"Danny," she said in a warning tone. "What are you talking bout?"

"Well you know you fancy him…"

"'scuse me?" asked Stella incredulously. Danny looked at her with completely innocent wide eyes.

"Oh, right, sorry. Never mind." He walked out again. Stella stared at the spot where he had been, then yelled after him.

"Oi! What about the thing I actually paged you for?"

Around the same time, Lindsay walked into Mac's office with a case file. She was going for the minusculely more subtle approach.

"I dusted the doorknob for prints, nothing. This guy's one of the good ones." Mac gave her a look.

"He's not good Lindsay, he's smart. Probably wore gloves." Lindsay nodded.

"I'll see if I can find any trace of leather or something around the flat." Mac nodded as well. Lindsay smiled and started to walk out then turned back.

"Oh, when are you and Stella going out?" Mac stared at her.

"What?"

"Stella asked you out, didn't she?" Mac shook his head.

"Oh, my god." Said Lindsay biting her lip. "I'm sorry Mac, I.." she turned and walked out, inwardly grinning to herself. She met Flack outside Mac's office. She grinned at him.

"How'd Danny do?" she asked. Flack shrugged.

"Not too good according to Sheldon, but at least he's got Stella thinking about it." Lindsay smiled.

"Good." Flack was enjoying watching the incredibly confused Mac.

"What wouldn't you give to know what he's thinking right now?" Lindsay nodded. Obviously they can't know, but we can because I am telling this story and I have the power.

This is from the point when Lindsay said 'Stella asked you out, didn't she?' to the point when Sheldon paged Mac for the 56th time.

'Aaaaah! Did Stella really want to ask me out? Did she really mean it? Is Lindsay playing a trick on me? But that's not the sort of thing Lindsay does. Why did Lindsay think Stella asked me out? Did Stella ask me out in a weird Stella cryptic way and I completely missed it? She probably thinks I'm an absolute moron and a geek now. Not that she didn't to begin with. Aaaah! She's so out of my league! Aaah! I don't know what's going on!'

It carries on in this vein for a while, while Mac slowly sat down in his chair. He only heard Sheldon paging him for the 56th time because his thoughts were on a coffee break when it happened.

"Mac, how long does it take you to answer?" Sheldon looked at him severely over his glasses.

"Sorry Dr Hawkes." Said Mac smiling, until he saw Stella, became embarrassed and looked away from her. Stella didn't understand and looked away as well, miserably.

"I got a hit off the print on the mirror," said Sheldon, completely oblivious. "Jacob Dayton."

"Jacob Dayton," Mac repeated. "he's the caretaker." Sheldon nodded. His pager beeped. Sheldon checked it and looked up apologetically.

"Danny's got him, sorry, I have to go." He patted Stella's arm as he left. There was an awkward silence between Mac and Stella. Each thought the other was either annoyed or hated them. After a while Mac turned to Stella and said;

"Is it me or are they all being strange?" Stella turned to him smiling that he was talking to her.

"It's not just you." She replied. "I think they're trying to get us together!" they both laughed at this absurd idea, and both were upset that the other had laughed because that obviously meant that they really did think it was an absurd idea. Mac nodded and walked out. Stella smiled, then sighed. She closed her eyes, turned her face to the ceiling and opened her eyes.

"Why me?" she asked. She looked down again.

"First sign of madness," said a voice she recognised. "talking to yourself." Stella looked around herself, then stopped as a thought struck her. She slowly looked up to the ceiling again.

"Second sign of madness," said the ceiling. "thinking that a ceiling can talk and move."

mwahaha! Thank you lovely people who have reviewed, especially my gaelic friend! And thank you all those people who have just read this so far like my short friend! I'm sorry this wasn't particularly funny, or particularly Mac-and-Stella-y.