I'm not fluent in Greek I just felt like adding Stella talking in Greek (to some parts of the story), Microsoft Word is translating it, because I don't know nothing in Greek… now after mi history lesson let's get back to the story.

The finished taking their bath, and while Mac was ordering food, Stella was getting dressed. She watched Mac walk back and forth on the phone with nothing but a towel on, as she wrapped up in his robe.

He looks so good only in a towel.

Mac hangs up, "Food should be coming in about twenty-five minutes."

"What are we having?"

"You just have to wait Stella."

"Fine, I just don't see why…" she stops as his lips come to hers. They fall gently on the couch, Mac on top.

"Stella, I can't do this, all because of my stupid arm…"

"It's okay Mac, I can wait six weeks," she smiles. Or at least I'll try.

"No, it's not okay, I can't do anything ever since I got shot in my arm."

Stella and Mac sat up, "Mac, I don't care, about your arm, you loving me is good enough for now."

"Fine," Mac gave in. After twenty minutes of silence the delivery guy came knocking on the door. "I'll get it babe," Mac slowly got up and answered the door.

"Oh my, did I come at a bad time?" she said looking up and down at Mac, while still smiling.

"Wait, you aren't a delivery guy."

Stella sees the chick at the door and goes over, "Are you hitting on my fiancé?"

"Your fiancé, oh I'm sorry, well here's your food," she shoved the food into her hands, Stella nods and puts the food on Mac's coffee table. She goes to get money… "That's your future wife… a good looking man like you should have a better looking girl."

"I love her, and she's all I ever needed in my life."

Stella comes back and hands her the money, "Good day," Stella grunted and the girl left. "Why are good looking girls always attracted to you?"

"None of them aren't near as pretty as you," he smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks Mac, I feel better now," she smiled and kissed him back. She takes Mac's hand and they sit on the couch. "Thanks for getting Chinese, I never had that in a few months."

"Stella, I have some wine in the fridge…"

Stella gets up and goes into his kitchen, she comes back with two glasses in no more than five seconds.

"That was fast, you know my house pretty well."

She smiled and poured the wine in the glasses, "This date is so enjoyable Mac, we should do this more often."

"We really should," he smiles and clinks glasses with her, and they eat their food. Stella digs to the bottom of the bag and takes out two fortune cookies, she hands one to him. "What does yours say?" Stella shrugs and opens it.

"'Life is better to be shared with the one you love'," she smiled. "That is so true, now read yours."

"'You don't know what will happen if you don't take the plunge,' isn't that interesting."

"That's why it's called the fortune cookie."

"But it isn't it weird, it's like today is based on fate, I called you my wife, I got this fortune cookie and you told the delivery girl that I was your fiancé."

"I don't think it was fate, just some kind of weird coincidence."

"It probably was…"

"Κοιμηθείτε σε τον," Stella said in Greek.

"What?"

"Let's sleep on it, what you don't like me speaking Greek?"

"You should do it more often, but at least teach me these things because I don't know much."

"It's a deal Mac, I'll teach you Greek, as long as you stop whining about how stupid your arm is."

"It's a deal," he said getting up taking the trash to the kitchen.

Stella watched him, "Mac, do you have clothes that I can sleep in?"

"Yeah, the same thing you wore last time you were here."

"Okay, well I'm going to change," she got up from the couch.

After Mac is done cleaning he sits on the couch waiting for her to come out. While he is waiting he got a phone call, "Taylor?"

"Mac, it's me Flack."

"Is something wrong?" he asked as Stella came out of his bedroom, and sat down next to him.

"Yes… Jess just got shot, and we're at the hospital… I don't think she's going to make it."

"Your not serious, are you?"

"I'm completely serious, everyone else is here except you and Stella. Mac, I don't want to lose her."

"I know you don't, but me and Stella are coming right away."

"Okay, and take your time," he said and hung up.

"Stella, Angell got shot."

"Are you serious?"

Mac nods, "They don't think she's going to make it," Mac got up from the couch and changed. They were in a rush so Stella didn't get a chance to change into normal clothes. They make it to the hospital in five minutes, and see everyone from their team leaning against the wall, and some sitting down.

"How's Don holding up?" Stella asked concerned.

"Not good, they let him go in the room alone," Lindsay explained with her eyes filled with tears. Stella and Mac sat on the unoccupied bench. Mac had a frown on his face, and tears slowly formed in Stella's eyes. Mac rocked her back and forth, as Flack slowly emerged from the room. His eyes were red.

"She… didn't… make… it," Flack cried. They all got up and hugged him. "I want to be… alone for…a while," they all nod quietly and go into another part of the hallway.

"This really sucks," Lindsay and Stella cried. Danny hugged Lindsay and Mac went over and hugged Stella. Adam, Sid, and Hawkes sat down on the bench.

"All you guys should go home, me and Stella will stay here with him for a while."

They all nod and leave quietly. Stella and Mac go sit on the bench. Stella lays down and has her head on Mac's lap, and he is stroking her hair.

"I can't believe that she's actually gone."

"Neither can I, but she's going to a better place."

"Yeah your right," she smiles slightly, but she wouldn't be happy for the rest of the night. Flack comes over to them.

"You guys can go now, I can handle myself."

"Are you sure?" Mac asked concerned and Flack nodded. Mac and Stella get up and give him one last hug and left…

know its sad that Angell is gone, but it was going to happen sometime or another... sorry if you needed tissues, i was even crying writing this please review good or bad