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Another fic :)

Mac opened the door to the changing room. He had to change his clothes because he was wet – complete wet! He has had to stand in New York’s rain for one hora because of one stupid man who kidnapped his ex-girlfriend. Excellent! He put out his camisa and threw it in his locker.
Fuck, where are these dry shirts?, he asked himself while he scaned his locker.
Suddenly the door opened.
“Oh Mac… I’m sorry… I just wanted to take…”, Stella said hectically and turned around again. Mac laughed.
“Why so hectically? Have you never seen a man without a t-shirt before?”
“Yes,...

* 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

Part 5. Rate and comment please. Thanks!

Previously:

There were no signs of movement.
“Mac? Why haven’t you done anything yet?” There was an obvious tone of anticipation in her voice.
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Stella slowly opened her eyes to find out what Mac was doing.
Mac was just there, in front of her, staring at her with a puzzled look.

“What are you staring at, Mac?”
“It’s just that… I don’t think you’re ready for me yet…”

He pointed to her tense, crossed...

I own nothing! Everything belongs to who it belongs to.!!! Including Mac being with Stella! ENJOY:D



Knock knock knock. Mac's door opened and the familiar sound of highheels flooded his ears. He looked up from his computer to see Stella standing across from his escrivaninha, mesa with an inquisitive look about her face.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes." Mac said rising from his chair. He grabbed two ties and a bowtie. Stella merely raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. He held each one up and asked, "Red, blue, or bowtie."
"Why?"
"The New Years Eve party."
"Oh well then in that case if you wear the bowtie...