A/N: Another short chapter. I promise they will get longer. I own nothing.

The sun had set in New York but the people in the city were still scurrying around. Stella had just gotten home when her pager went off. COME TO CRIME LAB 911! When Stella arrived to the crime lab Mac was leaning on the edge of her desk in her office, a somber expression plastered on his face.

"I got your page, do we have a case?" she asked walking into her office

"Twenty minutes ago a woman came into my office asking if I was Mac Taylor. When I said yes, she shot herself in the head."

"That is utterly random and slightly disturbing, but I don't see why you needed to call me in for this one. Sounds like a simple suicide."

"I've never seen this woman before in my life." He said getting off the desk and crossing his arms across his chest. "But we think YOU have."

"Me?"

"We found a picture of you in the bag she had with her."

"Did she have any I.D?"

"Not on her. We need to find out who she is."

"Did you run her prints?"

"There was no match."

"Well then, let's see who our mystery woman is."

The two detectives left the office in a comfortable silence. They took solace in the quiet, but more than that they took solace in each other's company. Mac walked slightly behind Stella inhaling the scent of her. She didn't smell, like an exotic flower, or a fancy tree, but she smelled of sweat and takeout Chinese, the scent of a real woman, and he loved it.

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The pair entered the morgue where the body was covered in a thin sheet. Stella walked up cautiously to the body looking down at her for a long moment. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to remember who this woman may have been. She tilted her head gently to the side and her mouth opened and let out a small gasp. "Oh my god." Then without warning Stella turned the body onto its side and pulled down the sheet to look at the woman's waist, where there was a small blue spot. "You never mentioned this." Stella said pointing to the blue mark

"We thought it was bruising from the fall."

"It's a birthmark." She said putting the body back into its original position.

"Stella, who is this?" Mac asked

"Her name is Hana Wilson." She turned to Mac with glistening eyes "She's my ex-girlfriend."