First ever FanFic - reviews would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer - I do not own anything. CSI: New York and the characters belong to CBS
Stella Bonasera was always at the top of her game. When she worked on a case, that was it, she was always focused. Everyone knew that and they respected her for it. So whenever she did become distracted, the whole office noticed it.
Don Flack first noticed it on a typical Thursday morning. They had just returned from a crime scene together, and he had seen how she seemed to panic every time her phone had rung. First she would pretend she hadn't heard it, then she would check the screen, click ignore and carry on with whatever she was doing.
"Someone is lying. Right now, it looks like he'd have had to be in two..." Stella's phone rang, she paused to check it. Flack looked at her, her brow was furrowed and she was staring intently at the phone screen.
"Stell?" he said, nudging her elbow.
"Um, yeah. What...what was I saying?" Stella rubbed her forehead and shoved the phone back into her blazer pocket.
"Two places at once." Flack reminded her.
"Oh, of course, two places at once. I need to go; I'll talk to you later."
Quickly she walked towards the bathrooms and disappeared inside. Flack was left standing there, wondering what was going on. He walked into one of the labs, where Sheldon was working hard.
"Have you spoken to Stella this morning? Something's bothering her. I can't work it out." Flack asked, leaning against the table.
"Yeah, she came in to pick up some paperwork, she was right in the middle of talking then her phone beeped and she ran off."
In the bathroom, Stella struggled to control her breath. She leant over the sink and splashed cold water on her face. The past was about to mix with the present. Her personal life was about to affect work. This could not be happening. Her phone, which was lying next to the sink, began to ring. The name flashed across the screen and her heart dropped into her stomach.
"Well." She thought. "I can't avoid this forever."
"Detective Bonasera." She knew it was far too formal, but it had become a habit.
"Stella, she wants to come and see you." Spoke to voice on the other end of the phone.
"I guessed you were going to say that. What am I supposed to do?" Stella replied, panicking.
"She's pretty determined to find you, love, whether you want to see her or not. She's 18, we can't actually stop her. She has it in her head that she's flying to New York on Saturday."
"This Saturday? Are you serious? And it's not that I don't want to see her, I wish I could see her every day. But 18 years is a long time to not see someone."
"Yes, she's got enough for plane tickets too. Shall we tell her that it's okay? Not that it will make much difference."
"Ah, yeah okay. I guess. If she does book flights, tell me the details, I'll give her the money for the tickets. I can pick her up from the airport."
"Stella, are you sure? I know it's a lot to deal with, but she's desperate."
"Yes, it's fine, really. After all, she is my daughter."