The Power of Love


Storyteller: Isla de Muerta

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/General

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All mistakes are mine and any similarities to anything/anyone are accidental.

Summary: Stella is really his lady and Mac has finally admitted it. R&R please but be kind, this is my first CSI NY-fic.

A/N: Written in cursive are the voice and memories of Claire Taylor. Written in normal is present day. Hope this is worth continuing.

Chapter I: Whispers in the morning

"The whispers in the morning

Of lovers sleeping tight

Are rolling by like thunder now

As I look in your eyes"


Claire Conrad Taylor. That was my name. I was the wife of detective Mac Taylor. He is the Head Investigator of New York Police Department's CSI team. I died in the 9/11 attacks but I'm still looking after Mac. I remember the early morning of my last day. The rain was whispering behind the windows until it ceased just before the sun sent the first rays and rapidly dried all traces of the rain.

Stella woke up in the early hours of the morning. The rhythmic patter of the rain whispering behind the windows had wakened her. She rose from the bed slowly so that she wouldn't wake up Mac who was sleeping beside her. She took her dressing gown from the chair she had placed it when they went to bed and put it on. Then she tiptoed to the kitchen and managed somehow make some tea without making any noise. She was drinking it in their living room, watching out of the window when she felt Mac's presence in the room.

"Why aren't you sleeping Stella?" Mac asked, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Stella loved this gesture and she leaned her head on his chest.

"The rain woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep anymore," Stella sighed," It sounds like whispering".

"I didn't know about this poetical side of yours. But Stel, seriously, is the case bothering you too much?" Mac wanted to know. Ever since they got that dreadful and brutal case of the murdered little girl, Stella had suffered from insomnia though usually she slept well. They had found little Bessie Hall's body from abandoned restaurant from the Lower Eastside.

"How old was she?" Stella asked though she'd already asked that hundreds of times, "I don't remember exactly what Sheldon said. Six?"

"No Stella, don't do this to yourself," Mac pleaded.

"And what was the device called? Breaking Wheel, was it?" Stella just continued.

"Yes, Breaking Wheel. And she was only five, not six".

"Oh god. I can't forget the images of her, tied in that wheel, bruised. They keep on popping up in my dreams. Why people do such things Mac?" the case really was draining Stella and Mac started to consider of taking Stella out of the case.

"You know I can't give you an answer to that Stel. But we will catch her killer, I promise you that. And now, come back to bed. Take that sleeping pill that doctor Anthony ordered," Mac lead Stella back to bed and fetched her glass of water. Then he climbed in the bed, leaning his back on the wall behind him so that Stella could lean her head on his chest.

"Do you want me to take you out of the case?" Mac asked.

"No Mac, I can handle it," Stella replied to him.

"Are you sure?" Mac wanted confirmation.

"Yes I'm sure," Stella mumbled. Mac fondled her hair and the pill she took, started to effect. Soon a steady breathing told to Mac that Stella had drifted to sleep. Mac studied the Greek beauty of this woman for a while before he cautiously slid under their blanket and fell asleep. Rain was still lashing the windows, whispering behind them but it ceased when the sun sent the first rays of light at the dawn and rapidly dried all traces of the nocturnal rain. But the scent and the freshness of the rain still remained. This scent and the scent of a fresh coffee awakened Stella in the morning. Leisurely she strolled to the kitchen where she found Mac fully dressed, making breakfast.

"Good morning gorgeous," Stella greeted and he smiled at her.

"Good morning baby. Are you feeling better?" Mac asked and poured a coffee to her mug.

"Yeah, I am".

"Good. But I'll still give you a day off. Just in case, nothing else," Mac stated, "I know how you'll react but it's only for this day. Tomorrow you can return. Go back to sleep, I'll call you later," he continued and gave her a kiss on her lips. Then he had to go to work.