Sorry I haven't updated for ages I've been away. First I went to Florence, then I did Oliver at the new theatre for two weeks, then I went to my aunt's then I did a playhouse thing, then I went to France, (Paris!) and this is my only free week. So I'm v.v.v.v.v. sorry. Plus I'm sorry this is so long. The engagement party will have to take place later. This is having way more chapters than I thought it would. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and read this!XXXXXXXX
Mac stood behind Danny, waiting patiently. Danny fiddled around with the microscope.
"Almost, almost." Danny pushed his glasses onto his forehead and peered down the microscope. "Yup." He stood back. "There you go." Mac gave him a look and indicated the 'scope. (Microscope's too long to keep on writing.)
"You done now?" Danny scowled at him.
"Shuddup." Mac leant over the 'scope.
"Keep talking like that and you won't be coming to our engagement party." Danny poked him.
"Ok, I'm sorry, please can I come?" Mac looked round at him.
"Promise you will?" he asked. Danny nodded. Mac returned to the microscope as he dropped the bomb. "By the way it's fancy dress." A minor explosion took place behind him.
"Fancy dress? You outta your mind? I'm not coming up the road looking like some idiot! You just wanna embarrass me in front of all the other CSI's!"
"Yep." Replied Mac standing back with a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, and Aiden's coming back." Danny stared at him, breathing heavily. (Oooooooh! Imagine his chest going up and down, and up and down, and…yeah whatever.)
"Whadja mean, Aiden's coming back? She's dead." Mac shrugged.
"The Lord of the Dead got bored of her, so she's returning to life. Permanently." He added. Danny swelled up.
"AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE NICE TO HER? SHE'S BEEN HANGING AROUND LIKE SOME POLTERGEIST TRYING TO TAKE MY CLOTHES OF ME AND I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH HER IN REAL LIFE AGAIN?" Mac nodded. Danny stared at him, then shrugged and picked up some evidence. "All right then." Mac shook his head and walked off. His mobile rang.
"Mac Taylor." He answered. He grinned. "Hey Horatio!"
Mac was researching a criminal on his laptop in his office when Stella walked in.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey." Mac replied without looking up. Stella walked around his desk so she was behind him and ran her fingers up his side. Mac squirmed and hit her off. "Quit it Stella!" she grinned at him.
"Just making sure you were paying attention! Remember, if you annoy me all I have to do is tell Danny you're ticklish and you won't have a moment's peace 'til you die." Mac closed his Mac laptop. (bu-boom! Sorry, just had to!) " Now," Stella started importantly, "all of Miami Crime Lab are coming, but Dr Robbins says he's not sure his legs can take the plane. Er…Hodges isn't coming. He and Sara just broke up so he doesn't want to be anywhere she is. Um… Greg's coming, Sophia's coming. Jim is and Gil's bringing his woman." Mac stared at her.
"Excuse me?"
"His woman." Stella repeated, grinning at the bewildered look on Mac's face. After a minute's silence Mac spoke, and it was obvious he was trying to stop laughing.
"Gil Grissom's got a girlfriend?" Stella nodded, and the two of them burst into hysterics. During the hysterics Sheldon walked in, attempted to contact them but they were off their heads, so he gave up and walked out again. Once the hysterics had died down Mac sat upright again coughing. He looked around for his head but was still so mad with laughter he accidentally screwed Stella's on instead. Stella put it right for him in the end.
"Um…there was something I needed to tell you." Mac said, making sure his head was on properly.
"Go on then."
"I don't remember."
"Mac honey you suck." Mac ignored her, bent over his desk thinking hard.
"Oh, yeah, Horatio's flat out refusing to come in fancy dress." Stella gave a 'uh!' of indignation. She was silent for a while then shrugged.
"Well, Horatio in fancy dress would be a bit of a scarring experience I guess." Mac snorted. Stella giggled. "Did you tell the others that it was fancy dress?"
"Well, Danny and Lindsay."
"And?"
"Lindsay said fine, and Danny wasn't very happy."
" Did you tell Lindsay that someone whose skeleton she'd seen is coming back from the dead?" Mac clapped a hand to his head, Stella's hand actually.
"Damn, I knew I'd forgotten something."
"Never mind." Said Stella, disengaging her hand from Mac. Mac looked up her arm.
"What's on your arm?"
"Oh, yeah Flack and Sheldon didn't take to the fancy dress idea." She showed him the writing up her arm. It said, 'Y do luvsick ppl always thnk the wrld revolves round them?' and 'Stella and Mac r luvsick " (Only without the stars. You can work out what the word was!) Mac nodded, making the face he makes when he's understanding something.
"Nice." They collapsed into giggles again. (Geez I hate lovesick !)
Later on Mac was going through some case files making sure they were in order when Danny dragged himself in looking utterly bewildered.
"How did you do it?" he asked.
"'Scuse me?" Mac frowned at him. Danny came in further and his eyes were shining.
"Aiden! She's real!" Mac smiled and looked back at the cases.
"I thought you didn't want her around. 'Sides, just ask her." Danny nodded. He got to the door and turned back.
"Er…just so I don't say something wrong, was she in heaven or hell?" Mac kept his face deadly straight as he replied.
"Oh, hell. Yeah, she was one of the worst there." Danny left looking slightly frightened.
The rest of the day was normal, well normal for a CSI. Stella was having a problem though. She always seemed to be wet and angry. In fact it was a surprise that her anger wasn't evaporating the water. It turned out that whenever Stella went into her office the ceiling started bawling buckets. It was irritating as all Stella's paperwork was getting soaked. Eventually Stella took up refuge in Mac's office. It was definitely a surprise to everyone that the two of them managed to get work done. The engagement party was set for the next week, to give the other CSIs time to get to New York and relax before getting completely drunk at Mac and Stella's party. Only Mac and Stella are way too upstanding to let anyone get drunk. At least Mac is. Anyway, yeah, the rest of the week was normal until Friday when all the other CSIs came into the NY Crime Lab, having all arrived on Wednesday. They caused complete havoc. The Miami's arrived first, having come the shorter distance and were waiting to waylay Mac or Stella, depending on who came through the door first. Because I am the writer and I have the power I am going to force this unhappy duty upon Mac. (Sorry Gary, just be glad they'll never script any of this into a real CSI episode. Sigh. Hang on, if Gary Sinise had half a brain in his head he wouldn't be on this webpage. No offence to fanfiction, I love this site, grovel grovel.) So on the morning of Friday the somethingth of April 2006, Mac walked into the Crime Lab and something jumped on him squealing;
"Oh Mac, well done! We-were-so-worried-you-and-Stella-were-never-going-to-get-together-we're-all-so-pleased-it's-really-great-to-see-you-I-can't-believe-our-Mac's-getting-married-already-it's-so-sweet-oh-I-can't-believe-it-oh, Maccy!" At the 'Maccy!' part Mac shoved whatever it was away from him and saw a load of blonde hair and a long nose gazing back at him happily. No it wasn't Orlando Bloom dressed up as Legolas. It was Calleigh.
"Er, hi Calleigh." It was difficult to know what to say after all that Calleigh had said. Mac felt out of breath, Calleigh hadn't taken a single breath since the beginning of the sentence. Mac had a brief glimpse of the other CSIs from Miami until something warm and motherly grabbed him and hugged him.
"Oh honey! It's so nice to see you!" Alexx pulled back to look at him. Mac managed a smile. He was dreading what was coming next because it was inevitable and he wouldn't be able to avoid it. Sure enough, once Alexx had moved back to survey him from a distance with Calleigh, two hands grabbed him.
"Mac!"
"Hey buddy how you doing?"
"Got loads of DB's recently?"
"Is it me or have you put on weight?" Mac very nearly punched Tim Speedle for that remark. (Yes, Sexy Stubble is back! Oh he's so cute in his baggy white sweaters!) If he had he would have probably accidentally punched Eric Delko instead. (The beard! The beard! The sexy beard! oh but he's got rid of it now.) He was going to, but before he could the worst part of the whole reunion ceremony descended on him. It grabbed him round the neck, ruffled his hair and squeezed him tightly. Mac started fighting for breath.
"Argh! H, let me go!" Horatio let him go but held him at arms length so Mac couldn't escape.
"Aaah, you're all growing up now Detective Taylor. Just beware of birds and bees." Eric and Speedle sniggered immaturely. Mac fixed Horatio with a look that would have had the whole Crime Lab running for cover. Horatio however is completely oblivious to these sorts of looks since he is the champion of these looks. He won the cup in 1987. But nethertheless, Mac actually felt slightly happy to see Horatio. Then he noticed the glazed over look in Horatio's eyes.
"You're tired aren't you?" he asked suspiciously. Horatio let go of him.
"Bloody exhausted. I don't do flying." He ran a hand through his red hair.
"Flying doesn't do you either." Remarked Speedle. Horatio twisted Speedle's ear. When Horatio was really tired he got really hyper, which was always dangerous. He grinned at Mac.
"So where's your bride-to-be?"
"Not here yet." Mac replied. "And don't call her that to her face, she prefers to think of me as her groom-to-be." Eric and Speedle sniggered again. Mac felt too tired to give them a look, so Horatio did it instead. They'd completely drawn all the energy out of Mac. Alexx whispered;
"Horatio's going to call Stella that now you've told him not to."
"Cheer up Mac." Said Horatio chucking him under the chin. "She's not that bad." Mac groaned and hit Horatio's chest with his fist. He would have hit Horatio's nose, but that was slightly too high up for him too reach, seeing as he only came to Horatio's shoulder. Horatio hugged him. Mac dimly noticed that Horatio was wearing jeans. He kind of looked like a cowboy. Alexx pulled Mac away from Horatio, hugged him briefly and started to lead him to the rest room placey thing where they all drink funny coffee. Mac collapsed in a chair while the Miami CSIs buzzed around him. Horatio sat down next to him and put his arm around him. Mac rested his head on Horatio's shoulder. Suddenly all the CSIs started screeching again. Mac closed his eyes, covered his ears and buried his head in Horatio's shoulder. He could dimly hear Stella yelling for him. After a while everything went quiet. Horatio said something and received a hit for it. Mac winced. He had been a recipient of many of Stella's hits and they hurt. Stella tapped him and he sat up quickly.
"When the other CSIs coming?" asked Eric. (Sexy beard, sexy beard!) Mac rubbed his eyes.
"Soon." He groaned.
"You working a case at the moment?" Calleigh beamed at them. Mac and Stella exchanged glances and knew they wouldn't be able to get away with saying no, so they nodded wearily.
It felt like an age before they finished the case. The Miami CSIs really hindered rather than helped. Danny became especially exasperated with Horatio. Mainly because even though Horatio was tired, he still pointed out things that Danny had missed all together. At the end of the day an even more un welcome party threw themselves on Mac and Stella who had been just preparing to go home and sleep forever when the Vegas CSIs waylaid them in the locker room and said hello very forcefully. Eventually Mac and Stella managed to get home and the other CSIs returned to the hotel where the engagement party would be. Mac collapsed on the sofa and covered his eyes.
"God help me Stella."
"You don't believe in god." She pointed out. Mac punched her. She punched him back. Hard.
"I need a black coffee with two sugars." Said Mac. "And I need to sleep forever." Stella walked into the kitchen.
"Well, that can always be arranged. Just so long as you leave something that means I won't go to prison." Mac uncovered his eyes.
"Well if you're a good enough CSI no one will ever find out you did it." Stella pulled the chocolate spread out of the cupboard.
"You make it sound like the sign of a good CSI is not to be caught murdering someone." Mac shrugged.
"Well, I think I'm going to murder H soon. Him or Speedle." Stella sat next to him and kissed his cheek.
"You do that honey."