Back at the house, Danny finally had Makayla sound asleep. Doing up the lunch dishes he had used, he grabbed a pepsi and turned on the television. Thinking about his day so far, he really had to admire Stella. It wasn't easy being a mommy. There was more work to it, then he thought. Smiling at the idea of it all, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile... when Stella arrived at home, she found Danny sound asleep on the couch. Bending down she gently shook him. "Danny... Danny wake up." Slowly waking up, he seen Stella's beautiful face.
"Hey Stel. What time is it?"
"It's six thirty in the evening, how was your day with Makayla?"
"It was great. She's a little angel. I can't believe she's still sleeping," said Danny. Walking into Makayla's room he kissed her little cheek. "I love you, sweetheart."
Heading to the door, Danny smacked a kiss on Stella. "Night Stel, see you tomorrow."
"Night Danny, get some rest." Closing the door, Stella started dinner for her and Mac.
When Mac was done for the day, he locked his office and headed home. Walking across the parking lot, he had that same feeling of being followed. Nearing his car, he unlocked the door and got in. As he turned the key in the ignition he seen the car coming toward him. Jumping out just in time, the car came speeding back. Aiming his gun, he fired right through the front window.
Watching as the car crashed into flames in front of the Police Department, everyone came running out.
"Grab the extingishers, now!" yelled Mac. Trying to get near the car was impossible. It was already in flames. Hearing the sirens from FDNY, Mac stood back as they put out the fire.
"What the hell is going on, Mac?" yelled Sinclair.
"Looks like my stalker burned in hell after all. Sid... when you get the body downstairs get me an ID as quickly as possible. Sheldon, please work with him. I need to know who was after me."
"Sure, Mac. Are you okay?" asked Sid.
"I'm fine Sid. Let's get this done so I can get home to my family."
While Mac waited for the ID on the suspect. He found Makayla's baby prints that he and Stella had done the week after she was born. Smiling at the little feet and hands, Mac thought back to her birth. He could still remember that night she went into labor. How the boys were all around her, coaching her, breathing for her, fighting over her and their daughter.
Then running into the Hospital as the nurse asked... "Who's the proud father?" and they all answered, "me." Mac had to admit to himself that he had an amazing family. Never did he concider them a team. They had always been more. Even from the begining, they were all tightly knitted together.
"Hey Mac... said Sheldon. We have that ID for you."
"Who is he, Sheldon?" asked Mac.
"Kevin Holochet, Clay Dobson's illigitimate son. We ran the test twice. They were a ninety percent match. So we checked through CODIS and found out Dobson had a lady he frequently visited. She died two years ago from a stroke. It seems Kevin was making weekly visits to his father while he was in jail. They also met up a few times after he got out. That's why we didn't make the connection, Mac. We didn't know Dobson had a son."
Sighing deep, Mac said... "He must of held me responsible for his father killing himself. I guess he felt he needed to justify his fathers actions."
"Look at it this way, Mac. You can enjoy life with Stella and Makayla. No more looking over your shoulder," said Sheldon.
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks Sheldon, why don't you head home and rest. I'll see you tomorrow," said Mac.
"Sure, Mac. Night."
Turning out the light in his office. Mac headed home to his family.
Placing the steaks into the oven Stella felt her husbands hands wrap around her. "Hello beautiful, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Mac. I heard you found out who your stalker was. It's hard to believe that Dobson produced a son. Usually psycho types don't do well in relationships. According to Sheldon, Dobson and his girlfriend were regulars in the dating department." said Stella.
"I know love. Anyway... I found something while I was cleaning out my desk tonight," said Mac.
"You did? What is it?" asked Stella.
"Open it and see, love."
Opening the paper on what looked like a picture frame, she awed. "Oh... oh Mac. Where did you find this?"
"It was still in my bottom drawer. I remember the night we took Makayla with us to grab my files. We finger and foot printed her. I thought you'd like to hang it up in her room," said Mac.
"We will. Together." said Stella.
Walking into Makayla's bedroom hand in hand. They mounted the picture on the wall. Picking up Makayla in his arms. They stood back and admired not only the finger and foot prints, but the family portrait of all the family. Wrapping his other hand around his wife, he pulled her in close. Passionately kissing her, whispering to her and his daughter, his words of love.
Thanks for your reviews. I hope you enjoyed this the second time around. I may add to this in the future. Once I finish up a few other stories. Thanks again.