A whole week had passed since the reunion and I still couldn't keep those thoughts out of my head. I began to brain-storm reasons as to why I was still single for my age. Was there still hope? For the first time in my life, I had actually contemplated on getting a guy in my life, changing the "single" in my relationship status into "taken", at least. Was my niece that influencial?
Anyways, it was also the first week that I had started my job as the head of the crime lab. My partner hadn't arrived yet, so I was alone for this job pretty much. It wasn't too much that I couldn't handle, I mean, I still had a pretty good time with my co-workers who were now my "employees" in a way. I still ran through evidence, interrogated suspects, filed papers, even as a boss.
But after that week, boy did those things change... after that week, was when I met Mac Taylor.
I remember the first time I saw him: I had just finished talking to Hawkes about some DNA samples to be analyzed when I turned and saw this man, whom I've never seen before in the lab. I felt kinda of stupid, you know just standing there and watching him, talking to Sinclair. As I was about to snap out of it, Sinclair called my name and motioned for me to come over.
"Det. Bonasera, I'd like you to meet Mac Taylor, our new addition to the NYPD, as well as your new partner, directly from Chicago."
"Pleasure to meet you," he said, while holding his hand out for me to shake.
I stood there, silent, for just a few seconds before it dawned on me that I should shake his hand. Right now.
"Uh...Hi! Pleasure to meet you, too." I said, dumbfoundedly, while shaking his hand back.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing some good teamwork from you two." Sinclair firmly said.
"You've got nothing to worry, sir." Mac said with a smooth voice.
"Yes, sir, nothing to worry." I said.
Things have changed, my friend, for me, Stella Bonasera.