Chapter 4 is up!!! I'm so sorry that I didn't update, but every time I tried, my fingers just wouldn't type anything for CSI: New York! Ugh! I hate my muse sometimes, but I have to obey her, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write anything! This is the last chapter, as I've got the best idea for another story in my head. And for those who are reading my story "Deployed" I know I haven't updated that one either, but I'm gonna write a new chapter for that one as soon as I'm done writing this one. Thanks for understanding! ENJOY!!!

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Mac walked in to find Stella sleeping. She was turning her head back and forth, like she was having a bad dream. With a dry swallow, he sat next to her. Her face twisted in pain and she cried out,

"Hot, stop, burning!" Mac jumped, trying to figure out why she felt burning. He quickly realized that it was her dream, and he slipped his arm around her shoulders, putting his hand on her hand and whispering in her ear,

"Stel, it's okay, I'm here, Stel," His voice seemed to soothe her, and she fell into a deep sleep, her fears seeming to slip away. Mac held her tightly, sighing. He hated, absolutely hated to see his partner in pain. Soon, her breathing matching in time to his, and it lulled him to sleep.

Sheldon poked his head in, and saw Stella flipping through a magazine, while Mac had his arm around her shoulder and was sound asleep. Stella looked up at the sound of the door opening, and smiled at Sheldon.

"Hey, Stel. You feeling all right?" He said, slipping in.

"I'm good. Drugs do amazing things to pain. It just seems to disappear." Stella said, grinning. Sheldon grinned back too. Good ol' Stella was back, alive and kicking.

"I'll bet." Sheldon said, pulling a chair up and sitting down.

"How're the other's doing? And the lab?" She said, her eyes lighting up at the thought of the team.

"They're fine. In fact, they're waiting anxiously outside; they wanted to get your permission to come in." Sheldon said, smiling. Stella chuckled and glanced up at Mac. She looked back at Sheldon and said,

"Gimme a minute to wake him up, okay?"

"Sure." He said, and walked out. Stella shrugged her shoulder a bit, and said quietly,

"Mac, hey, Mac!" Mac stirred, and blinked a few times. "My shoulder's going to sleep here, Mac." Stella said, quiet laughter in her voice. Mac immediately sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Sorry Stella." He said, and she shrugged.

"The others wanted to come in, they haven't seen me awake yet. I figured you'd rather me wake you up than Danny and Don punching you in the shoulder and yelling at you."

"Yes, thanks for that." Mac said, stretching a bit.

"Sure." She said, and smiled at him. He managed to smile back, and then he blinked once, and concern leaked into his voice as he began to say something. Stella cut him off, saying, "And before you can ask me whether I'm okay or not, I'll just tell you. I am fine, Mac, really!"

"All right." He muttered, a half-smile playing across his face. She knew him so well. He went to the door and when he opened it, Lindsey almost bowled him over and she beelined straight for Stella's side.

"Stella! I couldn't believe it when Danny told me, never mind, are you all right?"

"I hope everyone can hear this, because I'm only saying it once. I. Am. Fine! Got it?"

"Yeah sure, Stel," Danny said, pulling up a chair next to Lindsey.

The next few hours passed with everyone chatting, until Lindsey noticed that Stella was sleeping. She ordered everyone out, and Mac reclaimed his spot next to Stella. And he stayed in that spot for a few months while Stella recuperated in the hospital.

One day, Stella convinced Mac to go home, get some rest and change, that she was perfectly capable of being by herself for a little while. Mac reluctantly agreed, and then when he came back to the hospital, he found Stella's room empty. He was really confused, until he went to the desk and found Stella checking out. He was quiet, waiting until she finished checking out and then when she got to the doors he silently appeared at her side, taking her arm and helping her. She rolled her eyes at him, but he didn't care. He made sure she got in his car, and was completely silent all the way to Stella's apartment. He knew she wouldn't mind, as he was the only man she had ever let into her apartment since Frankie. When she got inside and went to flip the lights on, Mac reached out and stopped her. She looked at him in the dark and couldn't really see him.

"Mac?" She said, thoroughly confused. She felt him stepping up next to her and framing her face with his hands. She felt her back being gently pressed against the wall as he leaned in closer.

"Stella, do you remember what I said, when you woke up?" He breathed, his breath washing over her face like sweet cologne. She swallowed and nodded, saying quietly,

"I remember everything. Might I ask why?"

"Why don't I show you?" Mac said, and pressed his lips to hers. She returned the kiss, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. His hands got buried in her hair, fixing her face to his. Needing the contact, he deepened the kiss and crushed his lips to hers. When they finally broke the kiss, Mac buried his face in her hair, both of them breathing heavily. Mac whispered in her ear, "I just needed to know that you're real, Stel, it all seems like a nightmare to me. It wouldn't be the first timeā€¦" His voice was constricted and he couldn't talk anymore.

"It wouldn't be the first time you lost someone you loved, would it?" Stella said softly, stroking his cheek. He nodded, and she drew his head back and put her forehead to his. "I'm alive. I'm here. And I sure as hell ain't going anywhere." Mac managed a smile and Stella pressed her lips to his.

"Be more careful from now on, for me." He pleaded, and she nodded, saying,

"Okay. I'll try." He nodded too, and the next thing Stella knew, she was up in his arms, and he drew her close. She cuddled into his chest and he closed his eyes, sighing. He laid her on her bed and lay down next to her. She cuddled up next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go.

And that night he never did.

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The end! I hope I ended it right, and I hope you liked it! I love writing fluff, so I hope there wasn't too much fluff that you choked on it in the end! Thanks for reading, and adios!!!! (PS, does anyone know Adam's last name, and Kendall's last name? I seriously don't know, but I need to know for one of my stories. If you know, could you let me know? Please? Thank you soooo much!!!)