Mac Taylor

this is another chapter of SMACKed Times up.its very great.hopely you like it.and i know some of you read it from ff.net .this is not my story it ny lovlyangl.i will update soon! enjoy











The following morning when Stella arrived at work, she seen Mac sitting in his office looking over a case file.

"Morning Mac." She smiled.

Looking up from his file, he smiled. "Morning Stella. How did you sleep last night?"

"Good. Thanks for asking. So what are looking at?"

"Oh, just an old case file. I still have like 25 unsolved on my desk."

"I see. I'm going to head down to see Sheldon. I'll talk to you later."

"Stel!!"...

Hey, this is my first smacked and CSI: NY fanfiction :D I hope you guys like it.

I wrote this fanfic in german, because that's my mother tongue, and I found a very nice person here on fanpop who translated it into english for me.

That person is Kegel. :) So, go over to her profile and give her props for translating my first chapter, because without her you probs wouldn't have the chance to read it or maybe read it a crappy translation of mine. *gg*
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So, special thanks to Kegel ;)

If someone wants to read the fanfic in german, here is the link: link




Is there something you want to say?

Quietly,...

[about mosquitoes]
Mac Taylor: Only the female of the species bite.
Stella Bonasera: Good for her!

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Mac: I don't believe that for a second.
Vincent: That's 'cause you're a cop.
Stella Bonasera: No. It's because people lie.

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Mac: His belt's undone.
Stella: The woman in heels either knew him or was about to.

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Stella: Tiffany's. Now you're talking my language.
Mac: You can tell from a map?
Stella: Are you kidding? I can tell from the moon. Love those little blue boxes.

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Stella Bonasera: When you were a little kid, did you ever tie a towel around your neck, pretend to be a superhero....

Chapter 2

Stella’s POV
“Stella?” Mac whispered in my ear. “You have to wake up.”
“Hmm. Why?” I mumbled back.
“You have to wake up every hour. You have a pretty bad concussion remember?”

I opened my eyes and saw that Mac was still sitting in the chair next to my bed. I noticed he was holding my hand.

“I just talked with your doctor. He told me that you can get home tomorrow, if there’s someone who can wake you up every hour.”
“Oh.”
“I told him that I would personally take care of that.” Mac finished.
“Mac. You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t want you to spend...