ladyhunter
Head of the Swing Shift
This is my first Mac/Stella fic 
Go easy on me
This is from Stella's Point of View
I Know That Look
I walked into his office. His back is to me as I stood holding the DNA results of the case we were working together. I don’t even have to look at his face to know what he is thinking.
It’s that time of year. The sultry, humid days of the Eastern Seaboard become a little cooler. I look out of his window as the sun makes its way westward. The sky was starting to become a darker shade of blue. But that is not what his attention was focused on.
His attention was focused on the cold, steely, grey debris that sits at Ground Zero. It’s the place where the World Trade Center Twin Towers used to climb among the Manhattan skyline. But, Mac Taylor isn’t thinking about the loss of lives that happened on that tragic day, nor is he thinking of the horrific aftermath that shocked this country and the rest of the world, he’s thinking about her….
Claire Conrad Taylor. That’s what, or more like who was keeping his mind occupied as I stood in his office.
Part of me wanted to make a joke about stripping naked to get his attention. Maybe even mention walking naked through the Lab knowing that both Danny and Flack would have a whole lot to say. But no, I kept my comments to myself as I watched Mac stare blankly out his window.
“Achem, Mac.” I said secretly not wanting to disturb him.
He didn’t move. Once again, I don’t even need to see his face to know what expression it holds.
“So, should I just strip now in your office or do you think Adam would enjoy a show?”
I couldn’t help myself as the words found their way out of my mouth
“I wonder where he is?” Mac quietly asked turning my question into one of his own.
He didn’t hear a word I said.
“Where does he go, what does he do?” He asked again I’m sure not expecting me to answer.
“Who, who are you talking about?” I said as he finally turned around so I could see his face.
A small smile came across my face.
“I know that look.” I stated hoping that he would at least act like he’s focused on the case and not rambling on about something I really don’t know about.
In all of our intimate contacts I think I can read Mac Taylor. I know when he is deep in thought; I know when he is on the verge of solving a case; his eyes give him away. I can also read his expressions when he wants more than just a hug or a kiss. His hazel eyes and face are so expressive; I think that alone, is why I fell in love with him.
I said I know that look of his, but there is something else behind it this time, something else that I can’t pin- point. It’s in the tone of his voice. It’s making me feel uncomfortable because I thought I knew everything about Mac Taylor.
Underneath that cool calm exterior, lies a man full of doubt and conflict. Although he puts on a very polished exterior, inside he tears himself up over sometimes the smallest of matters. To him, everything is connected; everything has a reason for being what it is. When he can’t find the reason, it eats at him until he can. Mac has seen conflict, blood shed, destruction and death serving his country, our country. A matter he doesn’t take lightly or one he would turn down if offered the chance again.
What tears him up is the idea that the destruction we see everyday in our jobs as CSI’s can affect our lives in a personal way. Claire Conrad Taylor. That is the conflict he faces. More so now, when summer turns to fall. It’s the day that everyone remembers, September 11, 2001. Everyone in America and even the world can recall what they were doing on that particular day. That’s the day that his wife, Claire Conrad Taylor, lost her life.
“He’s my son.” The distracted Detective made out not making eye contact….
Go easy on me This is from Stella's Point of View
I Know That Look
I walked into his office. His back is to me as I stood holding the DNA results of the case we were working together. I don’t even have to look at his face to know what he is thinking.
It’s that time of year. The sultry, humid days of the Eastern Seaboard become a little cooler. I look out of his window as the sun makes its way westward. The sky was starting to become a darker shade of blue. But that is not what his attention was focused on.
His attention was focused on the cold, steely, grey debris that sits at Ground Zero. It’s the place where the World Trade Center Twin Towers used to climb among the Manhattan skyline. But, Mac Taylor isn’t thinking about the loss of lives that happened on that tragic day, nor is he thinking of the horrific aftermath that shocked this country and the rest of the world, he’s thinking about her….
Claire Conrad Taylor. That’s what, or more like who was keeping his mind occupied as I stood in his office.
Part of me wanted to make a joke about stripping naked to get his attention. Maybe even mention walking naked through the Lab knowing that both Danny and Flack would have a whole lot to say. But no, I kept my comments to myself as I watched Mac stare blankly out his window.
“Achem, Mac.” I said secretly not wanting to disturb him.
He didn’t move. Once again, I don’t even need to see his face to know what expression it holds.
“So, should I just strip now in your office or do you think Adam would enjoy a show?”
I couldn’t help myself as the words found their way out of my mouth
“I wonder where he is?” Mac quietly asked turning my question into one of his own.
He didn’t hear a word I said.
“Where does he go, what does he do?” He asked again I’m sure not expecting me to answer.
“Who, who are you talking about?” I said as he finally turned around so I could see his face.
A small smile came across my face.
“I know that look.” I stated hoping that he would at least act like he’s focused on the case and not rambling on about something I really don’t know about.
In all of our intimate contacts I think I can read Mac Taylor. I know when he is deep in thought; I know when he is on the verge of solving a case; his eyes give him away. I can also read his expressions when he wants more than just a hug or a kiss. His hazel eyes and face are so expressive; I think that alone, is why I fell in love with him.
I said I know that look of his, but there is something else behind it this time, something else that I can’t pin- point. It’s in the tone of his voice. It’s making me feel uncomfortable because I thought I knew everything about Mac Taylor.
Underneath that cool calm exterior, lies a man full of doubt and conflict. Although he puts on a very polished exterior, inside he tears himself up over sometimes the smallest of matters. To him, everything is connected; everything has a reason for being what it is. When he can’t find the reason, it eats at him until he can. Mac has seen conflict, blood shed, destruction and death serving his country, our country. A matter he doesn’t take lightly or one he would turn down if offered the chance again.
What tears him up is the idea that the destruction we see everyday in our jobs as CSI’s can affect our lives in a personal way. Claire Conrad Taylor. That is the conflict he faces. More so now, when summer turns to fall. It’s the day that everyone remembers, September 11, 2001. Everyone in America and even the world can recall what they were doing on that particular day. That’s the day that his wife, Claire Conrad Taylor, lost her life.
“He’s my son.” The distracted Detective made out not making eye contact….
