Stella Bonasera

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“Stella!”
Slowly I can turn my head to see who is speaking. It’s Danny.
“Hey! Are toi in this world?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah of course.”
“Of course?”, he laughs, “You’re looking like you’re at least on the mars!”
“And toi came here to tell me that?”
That sounded a little bit plus pissed of than I wanted.
“Sorry… I just wanted to ask if toi don’t wanna go home. It’s pretty late.”
“…Yeah. I’ll leave in a few minutes.”
“Okay. Good night.”
He turns and goes a few steps. But then he comes back.
“Oh...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, expect what's in my apartment.
Rating: Probably PG-13, but it could very well be flirting with R, just for some suggestive things I mention.
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“You finally ready, Stella?”

“Yeah. I am.” She followed Mac out of the room and towards the lab where Danny was waiting for them. “Sorry about what happened in there, I really don’t know what got to me.”

“Don’t worry about it; we all get caught up in little things sometimes and completely ignore someone who we’re supposed to be talking too.” He a dit with...

It has been a long and hard 3 days, we’d finally managed to emballage, wrap up a huge case. And as usual, I walk into Mac’s office and we spill our thoughts together, it often helps after big cases. And plus; I always just like to know that Mac is okay.
I watch him sigh and rub the back of his neck; he looks way too tense and exhausted beyond belief.
I wanted so badly to walk over and place my hands on his shoulders, relieve some of the stress. Maybe nuzzle the side of his neck and...
Anyway, it looked like something was troubling him, so I try to say something reassuring.

“You know Mac, we got him...

* 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
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Previously:
“I’d be glad to teach toi some time.”
“How about now? Let’s head on over to your place, toi could teach me there.”
She smiled at him innocently, almost as if to say, “Pretty please, with sugar on top”.

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They got up from behind the piano and walked across the lobby.
Stella wrapped her arm around Mac’s; her torso now creating friction with his arm.
She felt comfortable snuggling close to him like...

* 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
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Dry spell's over. haha. Here's a story I came up with while playing the piano.

Please enjoy!

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It was already late when people started to clear out from the lobby of the Crowne Plaza Times Square.
Only a few NYPD personnel, politicians, members of the media and hotel staff were left behind.
The Poker Tournament benefit had just finished.
The winner, a kind looking widower, announced that he won’t be keeping any of his winnings.
“The money I won...

i'd like to thank all of toi for always-nice commentaires and staying tuned. this will b the last part of my story and hope toi enjoy!

When both of them arrived at the crime scene, Danny gave Mac a “wow! I’ve never seen that big smile for a long time! What did toi do to him, Stell?”That commentaire made them blushed. They should be, since they thought of what happened last night. Mac a dit “what have toi got?” in order to keep Danny busy in work, not joking them. Like every time, they collected the evidence, tagged them, brought them back to the lab, analyzed and other million things to do...

Actual I wanted to wait a little with the final part but I really don't want to kill toi guys :D! So this is for Tigris, Lasherricka, Ausanny and the others who were very mad with me for stopping there^^. Enjoy :)
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How could she be tired when she was able to be a witness of such a wonderful situation?! Looked like Mac’s fallen into sleep while watching tv. He just wore jogging trousers and his hair was still wet. She supposed he’s taken a shower. Though she’s spent a lot nights in his apartment last week she’s never seen sleeping. Ahh! He looked terrible cute....

hi! i think i must explain 1 thing first. i'm so sorry if my story is not that good, it's because i'm thai. so my grammar is not good. well please commentaire and rate. enjoy!

Under the dim light in her apartment, Stella sat in the kitchen, thinking of someone…….
After a long jour and night, finally she had some time to rest. But her thought of that person still haunted her. She couldn’t get rid of that thought. Why it stuck in her mind? She couldn’t understand. Every time she had some free minute, she always had a thought for him, a man who she loved with all of her heart, but she never had...

toi see, this time it didn't took so long^^ So enjoooooy :)!

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“Hi Stel…”
“Hey… Sober?”
He felt how he blushed and looked on the floor.
“Yeah… Think so.”
“Do toi let me in?”
“Oh… Oh yes of course!”
He tried his best to avoid her gaze. He just didn’t want to see the pitying expression in her face.
“You know why I’m here…”
He nodded. Staring at the ground. She wanted to talk with him. Talk about his problems. Talk about the whiskey and probably about his cuts, too. In short talk about things he was shy for and he didn’t want to discuss.
“So… I think...