A/N: Idea has been floating around in my head for quite some time. Decided to write it instead. Different POV's. This chapter is Danny's PoV. Literally.

Not mine!

I could feel my feet shuffling from under me. God, I need to, no, I have to find Mac. Where could he be?...Office, Mes'ser. I slapped a hand to my head and began to walk towards it. Suddenly a light breeze swepted ovah me'. Adam. I nearly jumped outta my skin when it seemed that he appeard outta nowhere.

"Geez, Adam what's with the scarin'?"

Adam laughed. "Sorry...I just got the test results back." He looked bouncy, happy as always. "Perfect match. Thought you guys would of liked to know."

"Oh, yea, thanks," I said, slapping a friendly hand on his back. "Hey ugh, you seen Mac?" I asked.

"Yea, in his office."

"Alright. Thanks." I began to walk towards his office. An excitement washin' over me as if I was two again. Peerin' my head inside, I found Mac and Stella laughin' bout somethin'. They looked really happy. Magazine ad happy was tha' phrase that Flack had used. All they needed was the kid and they were set. Whoo...one step at a time.

"No Mac, Don caught me off guard. I couldn't help but swing. It was instinct," Stella said giggling.

"Poor Don. He's gonna' have that shiner for awhile," Mac said laughin'.

I didn't want to ruin the moment but knew that if I didn't ask Mac this, I'd explode! And...most likely Montana would kill me. Seriously, country girls and their knives...that's somethin' my motha never warned me about. Letting out a breath I stepped in, their eyes suddenly on me.

"Hey Danny," they said in unison.

"Hey," I gave a quick wave.

"What can I do for you?" Mac said intertwining his fingers and placing them on his desk, a smile lingering. I was glad to know that Stella brought him happiness. When Flack, Lindsay, Sheldon and I talked bout' the "parents", we really meant it. Stella n' Mac? They were like...milk n' cookies. Stupid analogy, I know, but what is it that prompts me to say it? Is the fact that when you combine them, they make the perfect couple. They completed each other. Sure they had their differences, but who wouldn't right?

"Mac, I wanted to talk to you," I said, feeling a bit nervous and excited at the same time. Someone needed to give these guys a push...and why not let it be me?

Mac's face was suddenly replaced by a stern one. "Is it regarding a case?"

Ah, the cop in him will neva' die. Always jumping to things.

"No," I said waving my hand back and forth, "it's regardin' Sunday."

"Sunday?" he said giving me a questioning look.

I thought about it. Really, actually, thought about it. I weighed the pros and cons in the elevator. Con, we'd get called out to a case. Pro...these two will finally end up together, because we all knew it, even the receptionists knew it, Stella n' Mac belong with each other.

"Yea Sunday," I blurted out.

He lifted and eyebrow then glanced at Stella who glanced at him then in perfect unison glanced back up at me. I knew that the gears in his head were workin' over drive but just couldn't quite get his finger on what I was talkin' bout.


"BEARS AND GIANTS MAC!" I nearly crowed out.

He seem to have got it, throwing his head back and smilin'. "Oh, yea...I remember that."

"You comin'?"

"Oh, uh, well first I wanted to see if I could finish up this paper work..." Hey! Score one for me. He actually thought about it.

Perfect chance.

"Stell. You comin' right?"

She shrugged. "Hey, why not," she said smilin'.

Mac tensed visably, noticable goosebumps crawlin' their way up his skin. What Mac? Didn't think I'd invite her? You thought it was gonna be a boys night out?

"Come on Mac!" she said.

He sighed and glanced sideways at the nice lil pile of papers on his desk. "Ah, what the hell."

"Alright," I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and glanced at the screen. It was Flack, I held up my hand mouthed 'one minute' and answered it.



"They in?"


"Alright, i'll be in the break room."


All I wanted to do was smile. This plan was workin out, and if baffled me at how these people called themselves CSI's. Stella maybe had an inkling into what I, well, we were tryin' to do...but Mac, I knew he was oblivious to it. I just couldn't wait ta tell the guys...and Montana.

"Hey," I said snapping them out of whatevere they were doin'. "Flack needs me."

"Oh, ok," Mac said.

"Later Messer," Stella said smiling.

I headed out but turned around, pointed at Mac then at Stella. "Dont forget. Yankee Doodle. Game starts at 7."

"Yankee Doodle?" Stella questioned.

"Yea, go figure."

"Alright you can count on us."

I smiled. Us. I liked the way that sounded already.

A/N: Next Chap we get to see what the kiddies are up to, tee-hee :P