A/N: Okay, last chapter, people! Roselle and I have been cooking up possible endings and this is the best one of all of them lol. Oh blame me and my joy at poking fun at our two favorite true blue New Yorkers: Danny and Don. Hahahahaha….

Anyway, Roselle wants to say that it has been a great time writing this with me and reading all you have to say. She's looking forward to probably ANOTHER Smacked fic… of the same rating. Lol… :)

Without further ado, here's the last chapter of TRAPPED. Once again, don't say I didn't warn you… ;)

"Mac, stop…" Stella moaned as he continued to lick and nip at her already sensitive nipples. Sure, they've dressed themselves again but it's only too easy for Mac to lift her shirt up and yank her bra down. The hand and head on her chest stilled. She's just finished her phone call and said, "That was Flack. He said that any time now, we'll be out of here. I don't want to give them any surprises."

He looked up and planted a final kiss on her cleavage. With care, he dressed her again. "I wouldn't too," he said standing up and stretching. He helped her on her feet and leaned against the elevator wall, waiting for the car to fire up again. "Stella," he said taking her hand, "we going to be okay?"

"Geez, Mac," she laughed, "way to ruin the mood." His face fell. But Stella assured him, "It's okay, Mac. I'd be lying if I tell you that I haven't been dreaming of what we just did for the longest time." He smiled as she sauntered closer and whispered, "Just promise me… this is not a one-time thing, okay?"

Mac could just nod in agreement rather than risk opening his mouth as Stella's hand firmly cupped his previously softening erection. She started to work him up, the same way he worked her up only moments before.

If he was a bit forgiving with her when she asked him to stop, she was the exact opposite. Then again, he never said 'stop'. "Stella… please," he panted, hips thrusting in time with her hand. She was massaging firmly the hardening bulge and his pants are becoming incredibly painful. Feeling Stella's still erect nipples against his chest through their clothes were one of the most arousing feeling he's ever felt.

"Please what?" she giggled, licking his earlobe seductively. Mac lost his knowledge of the lexicon and just dragged the zipper of his pants down and guided Stella's hand inside into the opening of his boxers. "That's more like it," she whispered when Mac started to lose control. He started murmuring unintelligibly and clutching at the railings inside the elevator car. He was so far off that he didn't feel Stella going down on her knees and popping his pants button.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out as he felt something warm and wet envelope the head of his manhood. Stella's mess of wild curls hid what she's was doing from him but he could feel every inch of him disappear in her sucking mouth. "Fuck…" he panted again.

"Mac Taylor," Stella said, pulling away from him. He answered her with a groan from the loss of warmth. "Aren't we a potty mouth?" She didn't wait for him to reply and resumed what she was doing. In the past, she would feel very mortified giving blowjobs to her boyfriends. She never found enjoyment in such act. Yet with Mac, she felt like she had to make him feel good, give back what he had expertly given her some moments ago.

His hand wound its way into her hair to guide her and somewhat regain control. She's going as deep as she could without gagging. As he began to thrust gently and mumbling more curse words, Stella knew that he was at the point of no return. She upped the pace and hummed an unknown tune until she heard him cry out her name, the hand behind her head tightened and a burst of warm liquid flooded her mouth and throat.

Mac's knees gave out and he leaned onto the wall. Stella sat on her heels and looked up to him with a loving lopsided grin on her face. "Like that? I did," she said, standing up.

He zipped himself up and offered his handkerchief to her. "Love you," he managed to say.

When they managed to control both their breathing, the elevator lights turned back on and with a slight jerk, they finally completed their ascent to the 35th floor. The doors opened and they were greeted by Danny, Flack, Lindsey, a very disheveled Sheldon and the sheriff.

"Man, you three," the sheriff said to the three who were 'trapped', "need showers and go on home at this instant. You've been through enough today. Ponder over your work with fresh eyes. The night shift will cover for you. Monroe, Messer – back to work. Detective Flack, would you mind helping out?" The sheriff was like a machine gun when giving out orders.

Mac, Stella and Sheldon were frog marched to the locker rooms by the uniforms that came with the sheriff. After they left, Sheldon huffed and said, "I don't know about you people but I am having a long hard soak at home." Upon picking up his gear, he headed out the door saying, "And I'm taking the stairs down."

Once again, they were alone. They were sitting on the bench in between the rows of lockers, backs to each other. Mac's hand inched its way to hold hers. It stayed there for a minute before Stella stood up and headed to the showers alone.

CSINYCSINYCSINYCSINYCSINYCSINY

After Mac and Stella left the building – still using the elevator on their way down, the 'children' went out to play again. "Did you guys see that?" Lindsey said barging into the layout room where Danny and Flack were just closing their case.

"See what?" Flack said helping Danny close up some boxes.

"Mac and Stella left together," she said in a whisper. "His arm around her waist."

Being the new girl, sometimes Lindsey gets excited over these things. "Montana, it's nothing new to us. Those two are our married couple around here. Why do you think we call them parents?" Danny answered shrugging off the lab coat and hanging it.

"Yeah, I know but did you notice how different he held her?" she insisted, almost stomping her feet in front of the taller detectives. "How low Mac's hand is on Stella's back?" The two paused and looked back at what they did see. "If you ask me, it's not her back his hand was on."

The blue-eyed detectives smiled and said in unison, "Mac's getting some tonight." They all agreed and left it at that.

Danny decided to hitch a ride with Flack. After all, his place is on the way to Don's. "Hurry up, Messer," he said to the CSI. He finally came out of the locker room, all freshened up with his forensic kit. Don eyed him.

"You may never know when you'll be needing it," Danny said swatting the detective on the arm. "After all, you're a homicide detective on-call 24/7 and I'll be your CSI on the spot."

"That didn't make sense, Danny but I'll accept your explanation," Flack said pushing the 'lobby' button. Half-way down, his humming of a Robbie Williams song was laced with, "What the fuck?"

They were in the same elevator car Mac and Stella were in earlier. And like an hour ago, the power went out in New York – again. "This is just great!" Danny said pulling his glasses off. "Is this elevator cursed or something?"

The two detectives started sweating; the heat didn't let up all day. "What now?" Flack asked. "I'm not even going to try to call the electrician again." He has been on the building electrician's phone for the past four hours. "I'm sure he's sick of hearing my voice."

Danny was sitting on his kit fanning himself with an unused case folder. Rivulets of sweat were running down his neck and soaking the neckline of his tight green shirt. Don sat on the floor removing his coat and hanging it on the railing. The CSI then followed him on the floor and opened up his kit. He fished for his mini ALS and amber goggles. "Put these on."

"What's in your head, Danno?" the taller man asked catching the goggles that Danny tossed at him.

Danny said nothing but the mischievous smile on his face said it all. He turned on his ALS light and that smile became bigger. "Bingo," he laughed menacingly as he focused the light on various spots… especially on the carpet.

Flack just stared with his mouth open. "So… Mac already got some after all."

Yeah, he did.

12/05//2006