Here's the 2nd. and final chapter.

Yet again, I do not own CSI: NY or any characters.

The flight was taking longer than expected; either that or he was just excited. He ended up getting a 1:45 a.m. flight. A lot of time left to think. She doesn't' even know I'm coming. What if she doesn't have time for me? Then what do I do? She's the only reason I'm even going. Mac sighs. What if she doesn't want me there?

He just shakes his head. Of course she'll want me there; we're still best friends, if nothing more. If nothing more. That threw him off guard. 'If nothing more?' Mac just shakes his head again; as if in doing so his mind would stop saying they had something between them. More than just a plutonic, friendly relationship.

Not that he didn't want more. He did. He was just afraid she'd bust through the last of his walls. Mac wasn't sure he was quite ready for that. She'd broken down some walls already, just not his romantic ones. Ugh. Why am I even coming here? It's not like me to just up and take off like this. Stella's going to think I'm crazy when I end up on her doorstep.

"You have to stop doing this to yourself Mac. Stella will be glad you're visiting her." He says quietly, reassuring himself. He glances up to see a woman giving him a funny look. Great, now even she thinks I'm crazy.

Mac reclines his chair and puts earphones in, but doesn't turn them on. Music won't drown his sorrows; they'll probably make them worse. Every love song reminds him of Stella. The last thing he needs is to think about her. He had hours left before they landed. Thinking about her the whole way wouldn't be a good idea. If he did he'd never make if off the plane. Maybe when we get close enough I'll just grab a parachute and land on top of her lab. If that doesn't scream 'I'm crazy' I don't know what will. He chuckles to himself.

Mac's sure the woman next to him is glaring at him, but he doesn't care.

He starts to ease into the beautiful realm of sleep. His mind drifting to Stella and what her reaction will be. Her beautiful olive skin shimmering in the sun. Her soft brown curls cascading down her shoulders. The loving smile, only he had ever received, spreading across her face. That special twinkle in her eye whenever they were together. Her branching soul that reminded him of a bouquet.

He smiles yet again. Bouquet. I'll have to remember that.

With that thought his mind drifts into autopilot. Now that his worries have subsided, exhaustion has taken over. Mac can finally get some much needed shut-eye.

Even in sleep he can't get Stella out of his mind. Memories flood back into his brain; when times were simpler. When the only thing keeping him together was her reassuring words.

Not that any of that had ever really changed. She was still his rock. Whenever he had a bad day he always knew he could confide in her. He didn't talk to her very often, though. Without knowing her schedule it was too hard to call. Texting wasn't his thing, so that was out of the question. The last thing he wanted to do was annoy her by coming off needy. That and interfere with her new life.

Mac awoke to a woman saying the flight was over. What? He glances at his watch. 4 o'clock New Orleans time. He still had 4 hours until she'd be into work. Enough time to find a hotel room and get unpacked. That and buy a bouquet.

Mac found a decently priced hotel near the heart of the city. He had already unpacked most of his belongings when he got a phone call. It was Sinclair. Instead of answering it he just let it go to voice mail.

"I'm on vacation." He says to himself, almost not believing it.

He looks at the alarm clock next to his hotel bed.

"It's only 5 o'clock?" Mac just sighs and lies on the bed. Thoughts of all the nasty things lurking under him makes him cringe. I've done too many hotel crime scenes.

Instead of sleeping, Mac grabs his cell and finds the address for the crime lab. He still had 3 hours to go. Staring at the stained ceiling was the only idea of relaxation he had. Television didn't sound very relaxing. With murders and evil being around him 24/7 the last thing he wanted was to see more of it.

Once 7:30 rolls around he gets up and heads outside.

It's a little after 8 o'clock when Mac calls Stella. She answers on the second ring.

"Hey, Mac. What's up? Get any sleep?"

"Hey. You want company?" Mac asks nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Do you want company?" He says chuckling.

"What are you talking about? Where are you?"

"New Orleans. You guys have a nice lab. I'm standing in front of it now." Time passes. He can't hear anything on the other side. Did we get cut off?

"Stella?"

"Yeah, I'm still here…What?" Disbelief in her voice. Mac chuckles.

"I'm outside your lab. Are you going to greet me, or do I have to entertain myself?"

"Describe it to me." She says as she starts going down in the elevator. Is he lying to me? Is he really just outside?

"Well, it was probably white years ago, but it has yellowed over time, big glass double doors, beautiful French style moldings…besides that, not much. Oh, and there's a beautiful woman walking out of it." He says the last part and smiles. The woman is Stella.

She runs out the door and shuts her cellphone. Mac does the same. She almost jumps on him; his strong arms wrapping tightly around her small frame.

"Oh, Mac. I missed you so much."

"I missed you t-" Mac is interrupted by Stella's warm lips pressing against his. He's shocked. Is she kissing me? In his confusion he forgets to react. Stella breaks the kiss in embarrassment. Her face matching a primary color. He didn't kiss me back. Maybe I overstepped my boundaries.

"I'm sorr-" This time it was her turn to get interrupted. Their kiss was filled with passion; the kind that had been building for years.

The first kiss was awkward, but the second was amazing. The only reason they stopped was because they had both almost ran out of air.

"Whoa. That was unexpected." Mac says. They were both shocked by their own reactions. The fact that it really happened hadn't set in yet.

"I know. Wait, good unexpected, or bad unexpected?" Stella asks, still a little out of breath.

"Definitely good." Mac says back. They both smile, slightly embarrassed.

"Wait, are those flowers?" Stella asks. With everything that had happened in the last few minutes Mac completely forgot he got her flowers.

"Yep. For you." Mac gives an unending smile as he hands them over to her. I can't believe he got me a bouquet of flowers! I'm a lucky woman to have Mac in my life. She smells them and kisses him again. This time much shorter. They had other things to do. Besides, they had time to continue their make out session later.

"Come on, I'll show you around." Stella says and winks.

"I'd like that." Mac says and smiles. They walk into the lab with their arms around each other. An embrace onlookers would believe to be that of lovers.

He knew that before he left to go home he would see everything he wanted to see. His mind drifted to an inappropriate place. Maybe I'll see everything I want to see. Gladly his smile never drifted from earlier, so Stella didn't suspect his mind wandering. Not that she wasn't having the same thoughts.

They had a few days to spend together before he had to go back to New York. It barley even started and he wasn't so sure he wanted this vacation getaway to end. Mac had a great idea just as they stepped into Stella's lab. Maybe I won't let it.

Well? What did you think? Please review. I'd appreciate it SO much. :)

Yay, first multi chap complete! XD