A/N: I own nothing. Sorry for not updating sooner I've been busy with my family.

Mac's eyes widened. "Your ex-girlfriend?" He asked in shock

Stella kept her eyes on the body in front of them. "We went to police college together." She said distantly, eyes glued to her ex-lover. "Why would she do this to herself?" She asked gently fingering the bullet wound in her head.

"Did she ever seem depressed?"

"Never. She was always the happy one." Stella sat on the stool next to the dead body

"Have you had any contact with her since your breakup?"

"I haven't seen her in almost twenty years. I don't even know who she is anymore."

Mac looked over at his partner. She was shaken by this death, it was personal, and the only thing he could do was offer a shoulder to lean on. "We should get out of here." He said gently grabbing her shoulder. "Let's get something to eat. Maybe Danny can find out what she was doing here in New York."

Stella nodded silently and followed Mac out to his car.

The two sat in an awkward silence picking at their food. It was late and nobody was at the diner, but the silence between them was deafening. There were so many questions going through their heads, but neither of them were brave enough to say anything to the other. Another ten minutes had passed when Mac let out an audible sigh trying to get Stella's attention. "How is it possible for two people to work together for ten years and still not know things about each other?"

"Everyone is entitled to their own secret."

"But why did you never tell me about this?"

"Because sexuality isn't something one discusses with their boss." She said curtly "Hana was the first serious relationship I had with anyone, girl or boy. She was special, and I ruined it."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He said trying to find the right words to say

"I'm bisexual it's as simple as that." She said

"I guess we learn something new each day." Mac said trying to lighten the mood. The two slipped back into a silence when Mac's phone went off "Taylor. We'll be there in ten." He put his phone back into his coat pocket. "Danny found out some information on Hana."

"Lets go." Stella said practically jumping out of her seat.

"You have a lead on Hana?" Mac asked walking up to Danny in the middle of the empty hallway

"She's been in the state for about a month. She just came to Manhattan a week or two ago." He said flipping through notes

"What was she doing in the city?" Mac asked

"She was looking for you." Danny said nodding at Stella. "I went to her apartment, she hadn't unpacked, but in her bag were her clothes and pictures of you." He said handing a plastic bag to Stella "They date back to 1992."

Stella held the pictures in her hands looking at them through blurred vision. They were all of her and Hana together, arms around each other's necks, laughing, smiling. The pictures held so many memories and Stella could feel tears stinging the edge of her eyes. The room was silent and all eyes were on her.

"Did you find out why she killed herself?" Mac asked breaking the silence.

"I also found this." Danny held up a little black book.

"An address book?"

"A diary her last entry explains a lot." Danny flipped the book open and read the passage aloud. "She broke my heart. And when I say broke I mean she ripped it out of my chest, shredded it, dropped it off of the Empire State Building and ran it over with a bulldozer. I found out that she went to this place every Thursday night, but nobody said anything about a boyfriend." He looked up skeptically at Mac "I finally get to see her after twenty years; she was just as beautiful as before, but she's already moved on. If she doesn't love me anymore then that's fine, but I will not be forgotten and I swear to god that after tomorrow she will never forget me again."

Danny stopped and looked up at Mac and Stella, Mac's face had become completely void of any emotion while Stella seemed to be on the edge of losing all control.

"Stell, are you okay?" Danny asked

"No, No I'm not." She put her hand up to her mouth as she walked out of the room her cries echoing in the empty halls.

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