So, you guys wanted me to continue this story? Let me tell you something: I'd do nothing rather than that! Well, actually I've come to like this story myself, so I am just happier that you like it, too! As you know, it's something new for me to write a story in Stella's POV just as it was new to write the last story in Mac's POV...

I want to thank you for the support and for telling me to keep this story up! Thank you very much!

Special thanks to:

grs4ever15: for adding 1. me to your favorite authors list, 2. me to your authors alert list and 3. this story to your favorite stories list! WastedYouth98: for adding this story to your favorites, Catulicious: for adding this story to your favorites and Special thanks to Andorian Ice Princess: for adding this story to your favorites and me to your author alert :) I am truly honored! Thank you very much everybody! YOU GUYS ROCK!

And I want to add a few words to my friend AIP (the rest of you can skip the rest of that note): I said I might add some chapters with Mac's POV of the story, but I decided to let it the way I started and it'll be Stella's POV only... but I promise I'll write a story with both POV's in it. :)

And a few words to my friend Anne, also from Canada, I hope she'll read it: I want to thank you, too. I know, you're very disappointed about what's going on with CSI NY and what those writers do to Mac and do to our favorite TV show, well, I understand your point and I know there are a few more people thinking the same as you do. Me included. But you keep reading my stories and I want to thank you for that. :)

Enough of my looooong introduction and now I hope you like this chapter, too :)

Chapter Two: Attacked!

It was later that evening when I came back from a bar I had been spending the evening at. I had spent the evening with Jessica. She had called me earlier and asked me out for a women's evening and I had agreed to come with her. We really had had fun together.

Now I was standing in front of my apartment and reaching for the key in my pocket when I heard a strange noise coming from the inside. I grabbed my gun instinctively. I opened the door carefully. It wasn't locked the way I left it. I stepped inside and closed the door as quiet as possible. I set my purse on the sideboard standing nearby and sneaked through my apartment. As I was about to enter the living room a dark figure jumped into me forcing me to fall down onto the floor loosing my gun. The person quickly took his leave and I quickly got back to my feed grabbing the gun and chase after him. He was standing in front of the door when I reached him. I pointed the gun at him.

"Freeze!" I shouted and the person didn't make a move. "Put your hands behind your head and kneel down!"

But again the person didn't move. Slowly I took a step toward him. Still pointed the gun at him, it was definitely a man, I opened the first drawer of the sideboard and took my handcuffs out of it. Again I took a step closer to that housebreaker.

"Put your hands behind your head and kneel down." I said again as I stood behind him. Again he didn't move. Then as I wanted to grab him he suddenly turned around, his foot kicked against my right wrist making the gun fall out of my hand and then he grabbed my left hand and turned me around so I was standing with my back against his chest. He had a knife in his hands which he held threatening at my throat.

"Make a move and you're dead." He whispered into my ears, taking the handcuffs out of my hand and cuffing my right hand, before forcing me to move forward. He pushed me to my bedroom. As we stood in front of my bed he slammed me down onto it, quickly kneeling over me. I struggled to get him of me, but he was too strong. If I couldn't get him off of me, the least I could do was making it hard for him to cuff me. So I still struggled to get rid of him till he pulled out the knife and held it against my throat again.

"Will you stop being that damn stubborn?" he whispered in a threatening tone. I realized that it was pointless to struggle so I let him cuff my hand to the bed.

While he did it I looked at him. He was wearing a black sweater with a hood, black jeans and a ski mask. But I could see his eyes. He had grey eyes and a scar right above his right eye. He was also wearing black gloves. That was all what I could see. After he had cuffed me to the bed and was getting up from the bed again. He looked at me one last time and then ran out of the bedroom and left the building.

Now, being all alone in my apartment and cuffed to my bed I thought about what to do now.

Calm down Stella… you have to think straight… I reminded me. What could I do? I couldn't free myself. The key to the cuffs was in my purse, so no way to free myself. You could yell for help, but… no… that probably wouldn't help me much. If nobody wasn't nearby it would be in vain… How about using the cell phone in your pocket? My brain asked me. I scold myself for needing to think about it. I tried to reach my phone with my free hand. I had the right hand cuffed to the bed and the cell phone was in the right pocket of my jeans, so it was a bit difficult to reach it and it took me at least five minutes to get it. I dialed the first number on my speed dial and waited.

Come on… answer that damn phone, please… answer already! I begged impatiently.

"Taylor." I heard a sleepy voice answer the phone.

"Mac…" I said eased.

"Stella you okay?" he asked me now sounding wide awake and worried.

"Actually no. I need your help. I need you to come here and bring your crime scene kid with you."

"Stella what's up? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Mac, someone broke into my apartment and I caught him inside but he overwhelmed me and cuffed me. Please, I'll tell you everything when you're here…" I now begged.

"I'm on my way." He said and hung up. He was my only chance to get free, because he was the only one who had a spare key to my apartment just in case. I gave it to him after Frankie attacked me many years ago.

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10 minutes later I heard the door being opened and closed again.

"Stella?" I heard Mac calling me.

"Mac! I'm here, in my bedroom!" I called him. I was really happy to hear his voice. I heard him nearing the door and then he appeared in the doorframe. He stopped and looked at me first with a worried expression, but his face softens as soon as he looked into my eyes. He gave me a small smile.
"So… at least he chose a comfortable place to cuff you. Very nice of him." He stated. "So where's the key?" he quickly added.

"Was that supposed to be funny Detective Taylor?" I asked him a bit snippy. "You'll find the keys in the first drawer of the sideboard near the door."

He took his leave and a few seconds later he came back. I had moved to the middle of my bed leaving enough space for him to put his left knee on the upper edge of the bed so that he could free my hand. I was now sitting in my bed, my back leaning against the wall and looked at him as he stood now in front of me.

"Thank you." I said and moved to the side of the bed where he was standing and was just sitting there.

"So… will you tell me what happened?" he asked now worried again.

"I was out in a bar with Jess and as I got back I noticed someone in my apartment. I pulled my gun and caught him, but he was able to overwhelm me and get to the door, where I stopped him again. And he overwhelmed me again. I had the cuffs in my hand to cuff him and the gun in the other hand. As I stood behind him he suddenly turned around and kicked the gun out of my hand. He brought me here and cuffed me." I told him. He looked down at the hands in my lap. They were shaking lightly and my right wrist was a bit red. I would get a bruising there, but that was okay.

"You okay?" he asked worried, sitting down next to me.

"I'll be fine. I'm just… shocked."

He put his arm around my shoulders pulled me close to him. I leaned into his embrace and rested my head on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on top of my head and just held me close to him. It felt good to have him around and it felt good to feel his arm wrapped around my shoulder. He comforted me instantly and I also felt save.

We sat that way for a few minutes before I lifted my head and looked at him. He looked at me and smiled gently.

"Guess we should do what's needed to be done." I said.

"Right, you're going to be okay?" he asked looking at me worried again. I nodded my head and got up and so did he.

Just one last thing: PLEASE let me know what you think and Stay Tuned for more! Oh and sorry for the length of that chapter and my talking before. Just needed to tell you :) blackrose538®