Stella and Mac

i'm sorry if this one is a bit confusing, but i hope that آپ still can enjoy the story! D:

Midnight, there was a buzz in Mac’s apartment. He allowed her to come inside the building without a question. For he knew who that was. He smiled with grateful and waited for a knock on the door…………………
    Stella was not sure. Why he wanted her to be at his place? She had no idea why. Anyway, she’d been to his place before. Why should she afraid of it now? She was now standing in front of Mac’s door but she dare not to knock. Finally, she have him 3 light knocks….....

Another ff :). Just something fluffy and cute WITHOUT drama ;D. Enjoy!
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I should go back to my paperwork. Yeah I should REALLY go back to my paperwork! But damn… How can I concentrate on a boring case while knowing I could do something so much better? How can I concentrate on a boring case whole knowing I just have to open that file and click on that تصویر so see… Yeah to see what? To see the most attractive man on earth? To see his handsome face and his lovely grin he’s used to give me? To see my boss? Yes I have a crush on my boss. But much مزید complicated...

* 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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Yet another sleepless night for Mac Taylor.
His chronic insomnia was rearing its ugly head once again. Ever since he started ‘feeling’ Claire’s presence around him.

He was feeling emotionally helpless now. He was desperate for human contact; he needed someone to talk to.

He dialed Stella’s number about a dozen times, but she didn’t pick up.
It’s 2 am, Mac. He thought to himself, turning his cell phone off. She’s probably asleep.

He didn’t know what to do with...

* 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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I think the story could have turned out much better than this. Sorry if I made this a crappy work. I think the plot doesn't live up to its title... I think I'm losing my touch. :(

Anyway, rate and تبصرہ please.
Comments are highly appreciated so please don't hesitate to tell me what آپ think of the story. :)
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Previously:
“Let’s get out of here. We can still go out and get dinner.” Mac gently grabbed her wrist and guided her out of the crowded club. ”
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As they stepped...

The story continues! *muhaha* :D Nooo I'm not crazy...
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4 days later, 8 o’clock pm
‘That’s it Taylor! I’ve called آپ almost 100 times in the last 4 days. Now آپ can’t hide yourself from me. آپ can turn your phone off but I really do not think you’re not at home. I told آپ to stay away from work but that doesn’t mean آپ shouldn’t talk to me anymore. But okay if آپ want it that way… Okay… So I’ll visit you. No matter if آپ want it یا not. I’ll look how آپ are and maybe stay a few منٹ and talk to you. Your fault! All your...

* 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:
“I don’t know Mac.” She replied as she dialed 911 on her phone. “But آپ better remember what آپ did to her… She’s dead.”

A horrified look appeared on Mac’s face.
Who is this woman? What happened last night?
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Mac pulled himself together and got up from his bed.
His mind was racing. What happened last night? Who is this woman? What did I do to her?

Stella was waiting outside his apartment, restlessly pacing on his front door.
“Stella… I…” Mac...

Paaaart 3!

It’s already evening as Mac’s ready. He needs something new to distract so he turns his mobile phone on.
’11 missed calls’ Stella’s tried to phone him! Should he… No… Too painful. He just sits on his سوفی, لٹانا and looks on his mobile phone. Suddenly his door rings. He stands up fast but then he stops and looks in a mirror. He looks terrible! He hasn’t taken a شاور and his eyes are sad and empty. He wears a old t-shirt and jogging trousers. No matter… Whoever stands in front of the door wouldn’t see him for a long time. He just wants to be alone. With this thoughts...