Sorry it's so short. I want to try and get this so I do at least one chapter a week, but I can't promise anything. Lol. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. It was much appreciated. Anyway, enjoy.
Prompt: Rage/Anger. Set just after Blink (1x01).
It was his entire fault that she was dead. He had pushed her too far in his power-hungry struggle to find the murderer and she'd died as a result.
She was so young.
It was the fear in her eyes that stuck with him the most, like the image of them had been embossed on the insides of his eyelids.
It was his fault – he was her killer.
Mac looked up from his desk as the door to his office clicked open. He allowed the guilt to slip to the back of his mind for a brief moment as his Greek co-worker walked towards his desk.
"Hey, the team was thinking about getting some drinks, want to come?" she asked, as she stopped just a couple steps in front of his desk.
He shook his head and looked back down to his desk. "I can't... I've got too much paperwork that needs doing." He shrugged, knowing that he wasn't fooling her in the slightest.
"I know you Mac, So don't lie to me," he could feel her eyes boring a hole into the top of his head. "Her death wasn't her fault... you didn't kill her-"
"She might have recovered if I'd not shown her that photo." Mac interrupted, finally looking up and meeting Stella's gaze. "This is my entire fault."
"It's not Mac, and somewhere at the back of your mind you know that. You just can't accept it."
"But Stella, she might have recovered..." he sighed, the world weighed heavily upon his shoulders sometimes.
"You know, you don't have a choice any more. You're going to come with me and the team and get a drink... God knows you need it." Stella stated, her tone was so threatening Mac dare not argue with her. "I'm not leaving you here to drown in your imagined guilt."
"Stell-" he began, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
He felt Stella's hand reach for his. "No 'ifs' and no 'buts', Mac Taylor. You need this." She told him, guiding him gently towards the door as he opened his eyes.
He let a small laugh escape his lips. "I was just going to say thank you,"
"Oh," Stella replied, as she paused for a moment. "Well that's good then." She said after a couple seconds, glad that Mac couldn't see the soft red color that had just reached her cheeks.