D: I don't own CSI NY.
He lulled around semi-consciousness for a half-hour before someone knocked at the door. He struggled to get off the couch and walked over to the door. He answered to see Stella standing there. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"You came all the way over here to ask that question?" Mac stepped aside to let her in.
"That and I wanted to know how Reed took the news."
Mac laughed and pointed out the leftover pizza. Stella took a slice while he went through the ups, downs and sexual innuendo that Reed was throwing at him. "He wanted to know about the sex we had."
Stella started laughing. He glared at her. "I'm sorry. But I mean, come on, it's natural for kids to want to know about their parents' first time."
"That's intimate knowledge that only I and Claire will ever have."
"Unless Claire wrote it down."
"Claire wasn't much for the diary approach."
"Reed will never learn his origin."
"Not the technical aspect. He's learned how we met for the first time."
"Was that at college or…"
"Both. We met in Chicago."
"When?"
"1987. I was there for a friend's funeral."
"She was at the funeral?"
"She and I were at a bar. She was still in high school."
"Mac Taylor taking advantage of a younger woman. Now that's something that wouldn't happen today."
"I was younger back then. It wouldn't be like today."
"Oh no, it definitely wouldn't be like that. They wouldn't entice you as much."
"Entice me? I wouldn't be in the same place as them."
"What? You don't think some of the younger crowd would be in the same places as you?"
"Cal's isn't exactly a college bar."
"That's true. There are some brave souls that walk in there, though."
"Yeah, they leave after someone starts talking to them."
"Yeah, we are intimidating."
Mac laughed. "Like that time when two seniors came in and Flack got them to walk out without even flashing."
"Or the time where Danny had to get into the faces of these two juniors making fun of Adam."
"Or the time that…" He stopped thinking for a second.
"Mac? What's stopping you from completing the thought?"
"Flack and Danny were about to fight this kid from the college. Lindsay stopped them by pissing off the kid. He was talking about his five paper dolls at college back in 2007."
"The paper mache case that Lindsay and I had. Reed told you?"
"Flack and Danny were coming up with the materials and he told me that it had already happened to him. Gave me the story."
"That's why Flack and Danny went with sticking his TiVo on the Food Network."
"Exactly. He can't stand the Food Network; it's makes him hungry."
"I think Flack has already decided that he was going to be hungry anyway. Figured he could use some pointers on how to cook." Mac started laughing again as Stella made her way over to the trash can and to where he was sitting. Mac was in an impulsive mood. He stood up, grabbed her around the waist and kissed her on the lips. He broke off after ten seconds. "Have you been drinking tonight?"
"Just a beer."
"Just a beer?" She captured his lips, tongue escaping into his mouth. He met with hers and just played for a minute. "You know, this is going to be very bad. If anyone found out…"
"Did you tell anyone you were coming over?"
"No."
"Then don't worry." He came back for a third time. Both were hungry and only let go for air. "Do you want to go to the couch?"
"Sure." Neither led the way. Mac sat first and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his chest and laid content, her head on his shoulder. He had both arms around her, eyes staring at the top of her head. "This feels nice."
"I hope it lasts."
"Do you mean just for tonight?"
Mac looked straight into her eyes. "I don't know just yet. Maybe the answer will come to me in the morning. If you don't run out for an interview."
"I don't have an interview. Why would I have an interview?"
"Control of the lab while I was incapacitated. Recovery of a CSI and his son."
"Stepson."
"Stepson. Right. Can't have anyone knowing."
"They could use him against you."
"They could use you against me."
"Sounds like you've made up your mind."
"I have." Mac came in again, softer but still wondering around.
Stella stayed with him for a minute. "At least Reed doesn't mind it." He gave her a questioning look. She nodded her head over to the door. Reed was standing with the blanket from the bed around him.
"Nightmare?" He nodded, wiping his eyes. "I need a bigger couch."
"Better idea." Stella dragged herself up and then helped Mac off the couch. Both of them walked with Reed back to the guest bedroom. Stella helped Mac lay down in the bed. She took his right shoulder while Reed took his left. "Share the blanket." Reed snorted and unwrapped himself.
"This is weird," Mac simplified.
"Agreed," Reed mumbled, settling himself and closing his eyes.
"It works the best," she said, getting a nod of agreement from Mac. They both looked at Reed, who had already fallen asleep. "He does have some of your features. Your eyebrows."
"Claire's cheekbones."
"Your ears."
"Those are my mother's ears."
"Yours too." She tweaked his ear a little. He jerked his head the other way, almost bumping into Reed.
"Would you two stop trying to name which parts came from who? We won't get any sleep if you two keep going," Reed nagged, letting them know he was awake. Stella smiled and shortly laughed. Mac ruffled his hair. "Come on."
"Fine, fine, we're going to sleep. We'll continue in the morning."
"Guys!"
Okay, so it was moderate SMacked. And a short ending. That leaves me wondering, should I do a sequel?
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