Hey everybody! My best friend Mimi and I have decided to have a fanfic comp with deadlines for each chapter. We have to buy each other chocolate if we miss our deadlines. I'm sure by the end of this story I'll be fat and broke but oh well. I dedicate this story to Mimi because she's always there for me. Oh and I tried not to have any ships in this so pretty much all the interactions you see are PLATONIC. Well I intended them to be anyway. Read into it whatever you like :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.
Stella sighed when she saw Mac through the glass walls of his office. It was long past the end of both their shifts and she knew he hadn't been sleeping. She pushed open his office door, entered and sat opposite him. He looked up and gave her a tired smile.
"Stella! Didn't your shift end hours ago?"
"Didn't yours?" She countered.
He looked down.
"What do you say we go get dinner someplace?"
"What'd you have in mind?" He asked, mimicking their conversation from months ago, when they'd gone to the dog show. That night was now amongst his most treasured memories.
"Well something slightly more substantial than what you gave me!" Stella exclaimed, laughing and also remembering that night. Mac was grinning too but she noticed him see something behind her and his smile faded.
"Shhh!" He said quietly and then beckoned for her to come to his side of the desk. She began to turn when he said "Don't turn around. Come here, quickly but quietly."
"Mac you're scaring me." She whispered as she moved to where he was. He gave her a reassuring smile and slid off his chair onto the ground, dragging her down with him. He put his finger to his lips and pointed to the corridor.
There were 3 men walking along one of the corridors, carrying guns and looking around to make sure they were alone.
Mac knew it was too late for them to fight for the lab. They couldn't run – there wasn't time. They had to hide.
There was a cavity beneath Mac's desk. A foot space which was mostly concealed from the rest of the lab by a piece of wood. There was only a small gap at the bottom, about the height of a pair of shoes. Nevertheless, Mac pushed Stella into the cavity and squeezed in next to her.
"Stay perfectly still" he breathed. "Don't move anything below your waist because they might see it and find us."
She nodded, fear evident in her eyes. She was scared, but she also knew that Mac wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
"Where's your piece?" She whispered.
"Drawer" he replied, nodding in the direction. It was too far away to get to without being seen. "Yours?"
"My locker" she breathed, her facial expression showing her annoyance. "Mac, when we get out of here..."
"You mean IF you get out of here" another voice interrupted.
Stella gasped and she felt Mac tense beside her.
"Come on out my beauty" the man said and grabbed Stella's arm. She struggled, felt Mac move to defend her and the man pulled out his gun.
"This is going to happen now whether you like it or not. You can do what I say and live or bleed to death under here. Your choice."
Mac and Stella exchanged glances before the man yanked Stella's arm and Mac followed her out.
"Well lookie here! What's goin' on?" A second man asked, entering the room and grinning.
"Hey Brett! Jus' found us some leftovers to mess with!" Replied the first man. "Where's Rob?"
"Here!" Said a third man, strolling into the office.
Stella was terrified but the CSI in her refused to give way. She mentally catalogued – 1st man unknown, 2nd man Brett, 3rd man Rob.
"So what'll we do with them Dave?"
1st man Dave, 2nd man Brett, 3rd man Rob.
"Well we can't let them go!" Dave exclaimed.
"Yes you can." Mac said quietly and calmly. "Just don't hurt us. We'll sit here and wait until you're gone before we even move."
"We won't say a word I swear!" Stella added.
Dave laughed and the others did too. They seemed to follow his lead and Mac profiled him as the leader.
"You really expect us to believe that?"
"I doubt it!"
"As if the second we turn you're not gonna go for your guns!"
They all exclaimed at once as Mac and Stella's hopes of escape plummeted. They knew they couldn't take on 3 armed men without a weapon between them. Well, at least they tried.
"So what are we gonna do with them?" Brett asked, turning to Dave.
Dave slowly approached Stella and she tried to hide her fear until he replied;
"Let's have some fun."
Ok everyone I'd really appreciate some feedback. This is my first CSI: NY story EVER so I'd love some constructive criticism and I'd love to know if I should continue this story or not.