HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been a while... It always takes a while for me to update (-_-) For that I apologize.
But! Great news! This is the first chapter that got Beta'd/Beta read! So hopefully it'll be good XD Very very big and special thanks to Brii Taylor for being such an excellent corrector/grammar checker/editor/idea giver. Gotta tell you though, sometimes you were very frustrating .
I would say this chapters a little bit dramatic... But I like dramatic ;b Hopefully it's still in character for the most part!
As always, I DO NOT own, CBS does. Meh, very depressing. I know. Hah.
AGAIN, lots of hugs and kisses to Brii Taylor. Mwah! You are excellent! This is for you (:
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Stella Bonasera would not sleep until she had the killer; she's been going after him for way too long and it was time this son of a bitch was put in jail. Mac had practically gotten on his knees and begged her to go to his place and get some rest.
He had told her, "I'll stay here and call you if we get any leads."
But no. She was a stubborn woman and would not budge. She argued back that he needed his rest, too, so he was the one that needed to go home first. However, Mac Taylor was one of the most stubborn men alive; he would not lay his head unless she did.
In the end, the two settled to stay in the lab. Alana and Nate were both reluctant to leave but Stella had convinced them. They were to be back in the morning and would be notified if there were any big leads in the case. Mac's team however was much more like their boss and decided to work the night in rotations. That way at least a couple members would get some much needed sleep.
It was now around 3 o'clock in the morning, and Mac and Stella were running on 10 cups of coffee and some very bad luck. Fingerprints didn't match; no hits came from the ATM's… long story short, they had hit a dead end.
"Maa-a-a-c, we're getting nowhere!" Stella exclaimed with a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Stella, maybe you should get some sleep.." Mac suggested cautiously; a crabby, sleep-deprived Stella was not pretty.
The old friends sat in a comfortable silence for a while, then she scooted over closer to Mac, putting her arms around his waist, her head on his shoulder. Mac jerked away in surprise at her touch, and her stubbornness kicked in again.
"Hey, I'm getting rest now like you said, so don't move." Stella replied sleepily, slowly closing her eyes.
Mac was satisfied that she was now getting some sleep. Of course the position that they were in was also a plus. He leaned his head back on the couch, closed his eyes, and carefully put an arm around Stella, rubbing her back slowly and lovingly. This feels right, he thought. And if staying up 30-some hours meant Stella in his arms, he would willingly go a whole week without sleeping. Because this would be worth it. This would totally be worth it.
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"Boss, boss, boss!" Danny ran into Mac's office, completely ignoring the fact that they were sleeping.
Stella jumped a little, startled from Danny's shouting. Mac, acting instinctively, shielded Stella's head and body with an arm while the other went straight to his gun.
"Don't shoot, I'm unarmed." Danny said jokingly, putting his hands up in surrender
Danny was a little embarrassed that he had walked in on such a personal –and somewhat intimate- moment. He, like many other members of the lab, had wished for them to get together. The two of them together on the couch was one tiny step closer to that wish. And he had just ruined the moment.
Good going Messer.
"Was there was a reason why you came shouting into my office in the middle of the night?" Mac asked the younger detective, then yawning, still slightly drowsy from his nap.
"Uh, yeah…" Danny started saying, still uncomfortable from intruding on the moment.
"I was checking the phone records and there was one 911 call from the area of our crime scene. The call was from a nearby bar where a little someone got cocky last night," Danny said with a slight smirk.
Danny showed the two detectives the screen of his pad and it was a still frame of a man on top of the bar table, shirtless, dancing, and drunk.
"Is that..?" Stella started asking.
"Uh huh," Danny said, nodding slowly.
"So I called the owner of the place, who by the way was not happy, and got the security camera video." Danny explained.
The footage showed Markes dancing, stumbling, falling, getting pushed, hitting his head, and passing out on the floor. He had hit his head on the corner of a bar stool which had caused some blood to come out of his head. A little later the paramedics had rushed into the bar, carrying him out of the place.
"Markes is still at Mercy right now" Danny said; Mac and Stella starting to quickly grab their stuff.
"I'll call Flack" Mac said, helping Stella up to her feet.
"Alert the team" Stella ordered.
Danny nodded and started dialing.
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"Detective Taylor, he hit his head very hard and the brain is in critical condition." The young doctor at Mercy said.
"Doctor, he is a serial killer! We need to talk to him." Stella butted in, a little frustrated.
"We are in the middle of a murder investigation and he is our prime suspect. We need to talk to him, doctor. Just for a little bit." Mac said with an air of authority.
"Alright, come on" The doctor gave in, Mac Taylor looked like a man that shouldn't be messed with. He let out a sigh and led them into Markes' room. The doctor did what he needed then quickly left the room.
Markes opened his eyes a little, startled by his visitors.
"Who are..." He started saying before being cut off by Stella.
"Detective Bonasera, my partner Detective Taylor, and Detective Flack" Stella started, showing her badge to him. That caught Mac off guard. Though they would always be best friends, he was no longer her work partner; still, Stella had introduced both of them like before she had moved and she didn't even realize she was doing it.
Markes opened his eyes a little more, a slight grin appearing on his face.
"So you finally caught me; it's about time."
"Jeremy Markes, you're under arrest for the murder of LeeAnn Olson, Tanya Lane, Jennifer Connly, Natalie Park, Kayla Marren, and Rachel Bride. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand your rights?" Flack said, standing at the end of his bed and dangling his cuffs from his finger.
"Not that you deserve any." He added under his breath.
Markes seemed somewhat satisfied, like everything in his life was now complete.
"I thought you guys would never catch me. Ha ha. You know you've got a pretty face and a nice little body to go with it." Markes said, eyeing Stella like a fat man eyeing cake.
"Maybe we can play cops and robbers, and I'll be the bad guy that you caught that needs to get punished."Markes added with an evil smile and lusty eyes.
That's when Mac went over the edge. In one swift movement he flew towards Markes and pinned him to the hospital bed, making sure Stella was out of his line of sight.
"Don't you even think about it, you son of a bitch." Mac threatened quietly, undisguised rage making every word tremble.
"Hmm, I bet she's pretty feisty in bed, isn't she?" Markes asked, looking straight in Mac's eyes.
With that Mac pinned him harder to the bed, his face getting closer to Markes' ear.
"I swear to god, if you do anything to her I will make it my personal mission that you get the death penalty." Mac threatened again, his voice getting even lower than before. "And even that wouldn't be enough."
Both Flack and Stella could see that if Markes even tried looking at Stella, Mac would beat the crap out of the man. As much as that would be satisfying to see, Mac had a reputation that needed to stay intact. So before it could get any worse, Flack grabbed Mac and pushed him into a chair to calm him down.
Don pushed Markes out of the hospital bed, and cuffed him behind his back. He kicked one of his feet, ordering him to walk, and the two went out the door.
Mac was still furious about Markes' comment. He was staring intently at a now empty hospital bed and his hands were clenched around the arms rests, making his knuckles go white.
Stella walked over him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Mac, we got him." Stella said quietly, and comfortingly.
Suspects had eyed Stella before, made comments about her in bed before, and some comments were far worse then what Markes had said. But Mac never lost it like he had with Markes. For some reason, this had gotten to him. And Stella could see that upset him, it hurt his ego.
"Yeah." He said, nodded, stood up, and walked away towards the door.
"You know, I told my chief that we'd be gone for at least a week. I still have 6 days left." Stella said raising her eyebrows, trying to lighten up the mood.
"I'm sorry, Stella." Mac turned then walked out the door into the hallway.
Mac started walking faster and faster down the hallway. He could still see Flack escorting Markes and before they turned the corner, Markes flashed a mocking smile at him. Mac wanted to punch him, punch the wall, at least punch something! But he thought differently when he saw a little girl in one of the rooms.
This is not the place, or the time! He scolded himself.
Mac quickly moved to an empty spot in the hallway and leaned against the wall, trying to regain control of himself. He slowly slid down the wall, and sat on the floor with his legs bent. He put his head in his hands and started thinking over what Markes said to Stella and how he lost control.
Mac hated himself for losing control, for showing so much emotion. Emotions made things complicated, so he built a wall that shielded him from it. That wall had been getting much greater and higher since Stella had left. She was the only that could break them down. But at that moment, in the hospital room, he made a big hole in the wall, because only one thing was on his mind. Protecting Stella.
Stella was alright now and Mac needed to control himself. He needed to show her he was fine, or she would worry. So he arranged his features and expressions into his usual "boss-face" and stood up. He patted his suit down, readjusting his badge on his waist. Then he started walking towards the entrance doors. As far as he knew, no one saw his breakdown.
But Stella had. She saw him build up those walls again, and she knew it was her job to tear them down.
"Oh Mac." Stella said shaking her head.
She then followed her former partner's footsteps and walked towards the entrance doors with a slight smile on her face.
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