Author's Note~

Holy Jeepers, it's been a freaking long time since I've been on this site. So, super sorry for not updating this story in almost 2 years. 2 years, really? I don't even know. It's ridiculous, it doesn't feel like it's been that long. Alas it has and I feel like poop for not updating. But now I am hopefully two chapters a day, twice a month or whenever I can. I feel like that's all I can swing right now. I am trying though, very, very hard.

Without futher stalling this is chaper 14 of Mac's Trip.

*Disclaimer* I do not own any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant creators, producers, etc. of CSI:NY. I do not own any company/brand names that may show up in this story. Only I own the characters I make up.

*Warning: This chapter contains content not suitable for some viewers. Themes of violence and rape. Viewer descretion is advised.

Mac's Trip/Chapter 14

Stella shifted on the couch slightly, expecting to find a dozing Mac with her. She awoke to find he was there. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Sitting on the couch, peering into the dark apartment, she felt a slight chill.

"Mac!" she called out, her throat dry from sleep.

There was no answer, she was about to call again when a pain in her stomach stopped her. It was like a jolt, in her ribs.

"Come on guys," she groaned, rubbing her stomach. "Give mom a break!"

"Yeah!" a voice from the shadows exclaimed. "Give your mom a break!"

The voice was cold and rough, definetly not Mac. It gave her a chill, familiar in a way, but she couldn't place it. Her mind raced, she dove for the lamp beside the couch. As soon as she gasped the chain, she pulled. The light burst on, she blinked, her eyes adjusted to the light. There was a figure standing in front of her, half in shadow, too far to make out a face. It was a a man, he was wearing jeans and a white wife beater. It had blood on it. Her mind raced, not knowing where the blood was from. It wondered to her missing fiance, tears ran down her face.

"Mac!" she cried, her body trembled.

"Mac's not here Stella," the man snickered, stepping into the light. "He's gone, babe"

It was very clear she was seeing things, it couldn't be real.

"Frankie..." she stuttered, lips trembling. "H..How?"

He didn't answer, just lunged at her. She dove to the floor and started to crawl, but he grabbed her ankles. Dragging her to him, he sat on her chest. His smile was evil, everything about him was sinister.

"Little more bounce to ya, eh Stel!" he smirked, boucing on her stomach.

"St..Stop!" she winced, pain coursing through her body. "Why?How?"

He gave a smirk, and crawled down her body. He dag his nails into the side of her legs. She cried out in pain and he laughed. He rested his head on her stomach and stared at her.

"I need you Stel." his hand snaked up her nightgown. "I needed you and you ran away from me. I just wanted to play, we were just having some fun."

He reached down and undid his belt and the top of his jeans. She started to cry out for help.

"No ones gonna hear you!" he sang, gleefully. "It's just you and me babe. Just like it was all those years ago. Before your silly little Mac and these little rugrats. It will be like that again Stel. I promise!"

He pulled out a blade from his jean pockets and inspected it. Her eyes never left the knife, afraid of what he might do with it. He looked down at her and smiled.

"Let's get a better look at these babies, huh?" he snickerd, lowering the blade towards her.

She knew she had to act fast. She kicked him in the leg, causing him to topple over. She made a mad dash for the bedroom, closing the door behing her. It took all of her strength to pull the dresser in front of the door. As soon as it was there, she colapsed to the floor. It was a couple of minutes until her breath was normal. He strarted banging and screaming her name. She put her hands over her ears, but he kept getting louder. She felt her whole body shake, his voice was changing into someone familiar. Her body jolted.

"Stella!" Mac shook her gently.

She looked around, she was in the apartment. On the couch, with her fiance. She looked over at him, he had a concerned look on his face.

"Stella!" he breathed. "My darling, you were crying in your sleep!"

She took a deep breath, still recovering from her nightmare. She drew him into a hug and sighed. He pulled away and wiped tears from her eyes. She stared at him and kissed him.

"Hunny.." he pulled away, breathless. "Why were you crying in your sleep?"

"Frankie!" she admitted, looking into his eyes. "He was here and it was frightening!"

Mac pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. They laid there for awhile, embrassing.

"You're safe with me!" he finally said. "I won't let anything happen to you three!"

"I love you Mac!" she smiled, nuzzling into his chest.

"I love you too, Stella!" he kissed her head.

At the CSI Lab.

"What are they talking about?" Danny asked, impatiently leaning over the table.

"His job!" Lindsay pushed him, causing him to almost topple backwards. "You're like a child."

"But...you love me!" he smiled, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah...I do!" she smiled back, brushing a pipe for prints.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Stella interuppted, turning away from the table.

The other two laughed, Danny slid her a trash can.

"Are we that disgusting?" he chortled, picking up a peice of glass.

"No!" Stella lifted her head up from the can. "It's that smell!'

Lindsay looked down at the table and noticed the blood covered rag.

"I'll be going." she hurried out of the room.

"Bye!" the other two said, as she shuffled out the door.

Out in the hallway she was met by Flack, who had an apologetic look. She wanted to turn away, but couldn't.

"Hey Stel!" he called, stepping towards her.

"Hey Don!" she smiled. "Please don't apologize again!"

He looked amused.

"Mac said the same thing to me!" he laughed.

At that moment Tim Beard emerged from Mac's office. He looked annoyed and headed towards the elevators. Seconds later Mac emerged, an amused look on his face.

"How'd it go?" Stella asked, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"Danny's acting supervisor." he nodded, placing a hand on her back.

A loud woo could be heard from down the hall, they laughed.

"Why didn't you just do that to begin with?" Flack asked.

The group went quite and then all at once answered.

"Sinclair!"

They laughed for a while, then Mac took Stella's hand.

"Well," he said to Flack. "I'm gonna spend the day with my Family!"

"Alright," he smiled, as they walked off. "Have a good day!"

Author's Note~

There we have it, it is finally done. I can't wait to continue, I forgot how rivating writing stories is. As you can tell my writing is much more mature than the beging of this story. I had this story all written out, like 8 years ago. I kept following that exact story line, but the last two chapters was me breaking free. I think it has helped me a lot. Hopefully I can finish this story up. We are aproaching Stella's due date pretty fast, hmm.

I hope you like this new chapter and you are excited for this to be coming back. Leave a review and tell me what you think. Favourite and Follow this story and/or me. This is the dawn of new day. Get Ready!

GSH