And the final part :)

Mac isn’t good in express his feelings, he knows that, but he just can’t hide THIS feeling anymore.
“Stella?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do toi regret what happened? I mean… toi could tell Adam it was a mistake and toi don’t l’amour him and want him to forget it.”
“Are toi kidding? Why do I regret that?! I won’t be able to look in Adam’s eyes without remembering what happened! And in addition to that I would always regret to cheat my…” She stops.
“My what?” Did she want to say boyfriend? Oh god does she have a boyfriend?!
“My… my… myself!”
He turns his...

Part two :)

He doesn’t answer. He just can’t look in her eyes. Can’t look in her face knowing he has kissed it so often last night.
“Mac?”
Nothing. He just can’t.
“You’re okay?”
Hell, NO! He isn’t okay. He has had sex with his ex-girlfriend! No, he isn’t okay.
“Mac, talk to me.”
He cheated Stella. He cheated himself. He is Stella’s. Not Peyton’s. Not anymore.
How could he?!
How could he?!
How could he?!
Peyton walk around the canapé and stops in front of him. He looks down.
“Oh Mac…” Her voice is pitying.
She touches his cheek softly. It’s like her hand is a knife....

So this is my seconde SMacked fic and I got the idea from a pick on this spot...I won't tell toi which one because it'll kind of spoil the fic ;D
Enjoy! =D



Another jour at the lab; another case successfully cracked par the team. This case, however, was very important to Mac because the victim was a close friend of Claire’s and he would have felt like he was letting her down had he not caught the murderer.

Stella was the only one he told about this connection to the victim; none of the others even suspected anything. After all they had been good Friends for a long time and they both knew they could...

Sick, sick of sleeping on the floor
Another night, another score
I'm jaded
Bottles breaking



"alright, I am listening." He calmed down so she would talk ot him.
"fine, I am leaving for very slefish reason. toi know why? because I am so sick and tired of feeling under appreciated and I am stressed out all the time, and everything is just frustrating. Of course I don't want to leave anyone here, I've been here so long anf I've gone through so much with everyone but I think it's better if I left. It's time for a change, toi all are way too dependant on me so maybe if I leave toi and eveyone else you...

this might be a one shot, counts on toi guys if toi want me to conclude this story:) hope toi enjoy
SMackedforeva!!!!!!
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PROLOUGE:

Tracy hamming and Dominic Quantos entered an apartment room in the same apartment building as Stella Bonasera. Tracy was followed par a criminal who was addicted to beautiful woman, but wasn’t a rapist. He was a contract killer! Tracy entered her apartment with her friend and moments later the contract killer broke into Tracy’s apartment, and Stella heard what was happening in that apartment because...

This takes place when Mac and Stella are in high school and Mac is dating Peyton Driscoll at the time. Relax, this is a Smacked story. I was inspired to write this one-shot when I was driving earlier and listening to “You Belong with Me” par Taylor Swift. So the lyrics in this are par her. The song reminded me of Stella and Mac and when he was with Peyton. I don’t know I just wanted to write about those three so here it is.


You Belong with Me

“Hey Mac what are toi up too? Oh sorry didn’t realize toi were on the phone.”
Stella Bonasera sits down suivant to her best friend, Mac Taylor and...

Stella was walking to Mac’s office because he had asked her to on a text message. As she walked to his office her mind was going wild wondering what she did ou didn’t do. once she reached his office door she stopped and took a breath then opened the door and walked in. she walked beside his bureau and he looked at her side way’s.

“you called, and I answered.” she a dit with a smirk on her face.
He turned his chair toward her and raised his eyebrow. “Ah, yes I did. But i wouldn’t look so happy. maybe toi did something wrong ou didn’t do something toi were suppose to.” he a dit a...

* 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:
”Hang on … Back up… Things I love about him? And fucking me senseless? What am I thinking?” She asked herself in disbelief.

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She almost scared herself to death with her own thoughts.
”Maybe I do l’amour him. But I shouldn’t. I don’t think he feels the same way.”

The memories of their little private moments together flooded back to her.
When she put herself out there and flirted with him, he steps forward,...

* 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’m really sorry, Mac… I – I’ll just go now…” Feeling ashamed of herself, she stormed out of his apartment.
“No – Stell. Wait!” he ran after her but she was already gone.

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Those in Italics are thoughts in the characters’ heads.

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“Stell, why’d toi run off last night?” Mac’s voice sounded of concern yet his eyes were reeking of sadness.
“I – I was just so embarrassed that I spilled wine on toi and I...

suivant Part :)
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One week later
He still couldn’t grasp it. She hasn’t just a dit it. She really helped him. She has been serious while telling him she won’t let him bust himself. But as much as she tried to make the pain disappear she wasn’t a magician. She couldn’t practise magic. Sometimes he still felt like he can’t breath. Tonight was such a moment. She’s forced him to stop drinking. She’s thrown away every bottle of alcohol and he’s had to promise he won’t buy new ones. He hasn’t really cared. It has been okay for him. As long as she was there he would...

Ok well I am so sorry its taken a while to write this one but i have been CRAZY busy and I have a feeling I am going to be the rest of this week so I am going to get this in to try and make it up to toi guys.

So comment, rate and most of all ENJOY!

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"Adam! Get off of me now!!" I screamed. Finally getting the message he got off of me and gave me a confused look. Mac had turned and was walking away.

"Mac! Wait! Please wait! I need you! Please stay!.Mac please dont be mad at me! I dont l’amour Adam! I l’amour you."I finished in a small voice.


He tured sharply on his heel and...

Mac looked up when he heard a quiet knock on the door. He signalled for her to enter and smiled as she sat in front of him.

“Lindsay! How can I help you?”

She sighed and looked down and he waited while she found the words. After a few moments she met his eyes.

“I’m worried about Stella.”

He felt his cœur, coeur sink a little as he heard her words.

“Why? Did something happen during your case?”

She nodded, a troubled expression on her face. He waited for her to continue but she looked down at her hands again and kept her mouth closed. When it became clear she wouldn’t go on, he prompted her....

Stella basically tiptoed around the lab quiet as a field mouse. She’d taken to wearing flip-flops lately, for whatever reason, and she was looking for something-anything to bring the thought hamsters in her mind back to life. The poor little guys were just laying in their wheels, bordering comatose, waiting for some action. "Let’s see...who can I bug? Lindsay’s to lunch, Mac’s on a case...Flack!"

"Alright, this is serious." Flack sighed, rubbing his brow. "I told you, if one of toi guys really wants to get my coffee for me, learn how I like it! plus importantly who puts honey coffee?...

“Got an ID Flack?” Mac asked as he peered over the dead body on the floor.

“Name is Sarah Milligan; she works in the hotel as a concierge.”

“Was the room booked in her name?” Stella asked as she looked round the room.

“No. The room was booked in the name of a guy called Juan De’Megas”

Mac rolled the girl over onto her back and found a couteau protruding out of her chest.

“Found the weapon,” Mac a dit as he eased it out of her chest,” I’d say it punctured the main cavity mur in her cœur, coeur but let’s just
leave that bit to Sid.”

“I’m gonna head and see whether I can get...