shell_kikii
Lab Technician
The new season's coming. I just can't stop my imaginations on the smack scenes. :lolI just finished the other fanfic a few days ago.) Please tolerate my new piece here. It started from a new angle.
I do not own any characters or story lines of the CSI NY.
The Cupid finally shoots
“Detective Bonasera.” Reed raised his hand when he saw Stella entered the café.
“Hey, Reed.” Stella smiled and sat across from Reed. “Just call me Stella please. You looked great. How’s the wound in your neck? Still hurt?”
“No. It was healed, just left a pink scar.” Reed touched his neck when he talked.
“You know, you can have it remove by some cosmetic surgery.” Stella suggested.
“It’s OK. It reminds me to be more careful, more discreet and considerate. I’m glad that was me instead of other people got hurt. I still feel sorry for the cop who was wrongly killed and the dead woman in the trunk.” Reed was upset.
“You did nothing wrong. You just want to make your career succeed. But you’re right, more careful, discreet and considerate are always good for doing anything. Do you still go to the Psychologist? You should talk to somebody, don’t keep those feelings to yourself. Or you can talk to Mac. Although he’s busy with work, he would listen to you if you needed him.” Stella was concerned.
“I will, don’t worry about me.” Reed took a deep breath. “Today I asked you to come here is to give you this.” Reed pushed a little paper box across the table to Stella.
“What is it?” Stella opened the box. “It’s a paperweight. It’s beautiful! You made it yourself? What is this about?” Stella was confused.
“A gift to thank you for saved my life. I made it when I was in high school when I decided to find my own mother. I didn’t know she want me to find her or not. And I didn’t know what to say to her. So I made her this paperweight. Now, she was gone. I think I should give it to you.” Reed smiled.
“Oh! No, no. no. I can’t take it. It’s too much for me. I was just doing my job to help you when you got hurt. I don’t consider it as saved you life. In fact, it was Mac who saved you and sent you to the hospital.” Stella put the paperweight back in the box and pushed it to Reed.
“You know why I mistaken you as my mother when I first saw you?” Reed was a little shy. “I felt heart-warming. Seeing you walked out the door with Mac, you two were a perfect couple. I imagined we were family. You know, dad and mom and son. I had this warm feeling too when I was hurt in that basement. I didn’t really see you and Mac, but I could feel. When I heard your voices, I felt safe. Please take it, Stella.” Reed pushed the box again.
“Oh my god!” Stella covered her blushing faces with her hands. “Reed, Mac and I are old friends. I knew him when your mom was here. What a strange feeling you’re having! I…I don’t know what to say.” Stella gave up. “May be you should give it to Mac. He’s your family.”
“No. You keep it. You can give it to Mac if you want.” Reed grinned and stood up.
Stella stood up but Reed was already out of the door.
Stella sat down again. She picked up the paperweight and examined it like some evidence. A strange feeling filled her heart.
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Stella was lost in thought when the elevator door opened. She got out in time while the door was closing. The first person she saw was Mac, who she didn’t want to see right now.
“Stella, where have you been?” Mac said.
“Mmm, it’s Reed. He asked me out.” She answered absently.
“He what?” Mac was confused.
“Oh, I meant we have a cup of coffee.” Stella added quickly. She turned and headed to her office. Mac followed her.
“So, what’s up?” She pretended to look for something in the files. She didn’t think she could look in his eyes and acting normal.
“Yeah, it’s about the Dodge’s case. The fingerprint match came back negative. We have to look in different directions.” Mac stopped and looked at Stella. “You looked strange. Something wrong?”
“What? No, no. no. I’m going back to the scene right now.” Stella hurried out.
“Stella, I’ll call Reed if you don’t tell.” Mac threatened.
“DON’T. Don’t call Reed. Just give me some time, alright. I’ll figure it out.”
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With a glass of red wine, Stella nestled in the couch. Why did she feel something strange about Mac today? Why did her heart racing when she saw Mac today? She sighed. She already knew the answer. She just chose to cover up her real feelings in the past years. She didn’t dare to test the water. Today, Reed’s talk revealed it.
The phone rang. She got up lazily to get the receiver.
“Stella.” Mac’s voice was coming through the receiver.
“Hey, why are you calling so late? You still working?” Stella was both happy and disturb to hear Mac’s voice.
“No. I’m calling from my home. I just want to know if you’re OK.”
“Everything’s fine, thank you Mac.” Stella smiled.
“Alright. See you tomorrow then.”
“Yay, see you.” She hung up.
He always called her at home when he knew something was troubling her, even though it was late. It was sweet of him. Stella appreciated his concern but wouldn’t take it for granted. She knew it could be really hurt when he found someone. She finished her drink and get ready to bed.
I do not own any characters or story lines of the CSI NY.
The Cupid finally shoots
“Detective Bonasera.” Reed raised his hand when he saw Stella entered the café.
“Hey, Reed.” Stella smiled and sat across from Reed. “Just call me Stella please. You looked great. How’s the wound in your neck? Still hurt?”
“No. It was healed, just left a pink scar.” Reed touched his neck when he talked.
“You know, you can have it remove by some cosmetic surgery.” Stella suggested.
“It’s OK. It reminds me to be more careful, more discreet and considerate. I’m glad that was me instead of other people got hurt. I still feel sorry for the cop who was wrongly killed and the dead woman in the trunk.” Reed was upset.
“You did nothing wrong. You just want to make your career succeed. But you’re right, more careful, discreet and considerate are always good for doing anything. Do you still go to the Psychologist? You should talk to somebody, don’t keep those feelings to yourself. Or you can talk to Mac. Although he’s busy with work, he would listen to you if you needed him.” Stella was concerned.
“I will, don’t worry about me.” Reed took a deep breath. “Today I asked you to come here is to give you this.” Reed pushed a little paper box across the table to Stella.
“What is it?” Stella opened the box. “It’s a paperweight. It’s beautiful! You made it yourself? What is this about?” Stella was confused.
“A gift to thank you for saved my life. I made it when I was in high school when I decided to find my own mother. I didn’t know she want me to find her or not. And I didn’t know what to say to her. So I made her this paperweight. Now, she was gone. I think I should give it to you.” Reed smiled.
“Oh! No, no. no. I can’t take it. It’s too much for me. I was just doing my job to help you when you got hurt. I don’t consider it as saved you life. In fact, it was Mac who saved you and sent you to the hospital.” Stella put the paperweight back in the box and pushed it to Reed.
“You know why I mistaken you as my mother when I first saw you?” Reed was a little shy. “I felt heart-warming. Seeing you walked out the door with Mac, you two were a perfect couple. I imagined we were family. You know, dad and mom and son. I had this warm feeling too when I was hurt in that basement. I didn’t really see you and Mac, but I could feel. When I heard your voices, I felt safe. Please take it, Stella.” Reed pushed the box again.
“Oh my god!” Stella covered her blushing faces with her hands. “Reed, Mac and I are old friends. I knew him when your mom was here. What a strange feeling you’re having! I…I don’t know what to say.” Stella gave up. “May be you should give it to Mac. He’s your family.”
“No. You keep it. You can give it to Mac if you want.” Reed grinned and stood up.
Stella stood up but Reed was already out of the door.
Stella sat down again. She picked up the paperweight and examined it like some evidence. A strange feeling filled her heart.
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Stella was lost in thought when the elevator door opened. She got out in time while the door was closing. The first person she saw was Mac, who she didn’t want to see right now.
“Stella, where have you been?” Mac said.
“Mmm, it’s Reed. He asked me out.” She answered absently.
“He what?” Mac was confused.
“Oh, I meant we have a cup of coffee.” Stella added quickly. She turned and headed to her office. Mac followed her.
“So, what’s up?” She pretended to look for something in the files. She didn’t think she could look in his eyes and acting normal.
“Yeah, it’s about the Dodge’s case. The fingerprint match came back negative. We have to look in different directions.” Mac stopped and looked at Stella. “You looked strange. Something wrong?”
“What? No, no. no. I’m going back to the scene right now.” Stella hurried out.
“Stella, I’ll call Reed if you don’t tell.” Mac threatened.
“DON’T. Don’t call Reed. Just give me some time, alright. I’ll figure it out.”
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With a glass of red wine, Stella nestled in the couch. Why did she feel something strange about Mac today? Why did her heart racing when she saw Mac today? She sighed. She already knew the answer. She just chose to cover up her real feelings in the past years. She didn’t dare to test the water. Today, Reed’s talk revealed it.
The phone rang. She got up lazily to get the receiver.
“Stella.” Mac’s voice was coming through the receiver.
“Hey, why are you calling so late? You still working?” Stella was both happy and disturb to hear Mac’s voice.
“No. I’m calling from my home. I just want to know if you’re OK.”
“Everything’s fine, thank you Mac.” Stella smiled.
“Alright. See you tomorrow then.”
“Yay, see you.” She hung up.
He always called her at home when he knew something was troubling her, even though it was late. It was sweet of him. Stella appreciated his concern but wouldn’t take it for granted. She knew it could be really hurt when he found someone. She finished her drink and get ready to bed.