Mac Taylor

* I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to csi NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D
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Previously:
“Wha – anda think we’re together?” asked Stella.
“Me, Danny, Lindsay, Sid, Adam, Flack and the whole lab.” stated Hawkes.
“Oh yeah? And what makes anda think that I’m sleeping with Mac?” Stella demanded an explanation.
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Hawkes gave her a big smile and said, “Well, anda guys have a lot of sweet moments together, anda always hug and ciuman and stuff like that and the icing on the cake – the way you...

[Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY atau the characters they belong to Anthony Zuiker, CBS, and all of their affiliates.
Author’s Note: I got this idea from SuzzieSidle’s fan fic entitled Nuclear Explosion over at fanfiction.net; I thought it had a very cool twist and decided to borrow her idea. Be patient though Mac and Stella will eventually end up together in this fic but I have to do some background work to them first. Please read, comment, and enjoy. Thanks!]

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Chapter One: Stella’s Story

Detective Mac Taylor walked into his office on Monday morning to meet with his...

* I don’t own anything, they belong to CBS and anyone who has rights to CSI:NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

Previously:
Mac closed his eyes; trying to remember how she got in his apartment.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He remembered absolutely nothing.
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“I’m telling anda for the last time, I don’t know!” Mac banged the meja with his fist.
“A dead woman on your bed; no, correction – on you.” The captain was staring fiercely at Mac. “And anda don’t remember a thing?”
“I told anda already, I don’t remember anything! Why don’t anda stop wasting your time on me and...

This is one of my smacked stories I wrote. I would appretiete your komentar on it:) Thanks and enjoy reading! ;D


Stella's POV

I was getting a bit angry. He berkata he would be halaman awal 2 hours ago. After all he was the one who insisted on having makan malam together. And here I was waiting for him for almost 2 hours, sitting behind the set table, makan malam already cold. He even didn’t bother to call and let me know he was going to be late. This better be something really important Mac.

5 menit later I heard a soft knock on the door. “Well it was about time Taylor!” I called, heading for the door to...