Fic: A Case of Blues (Mac/Stella)
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Title: A Case of Blues
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 Alone
Word Count: 259
Rating: G
Summary: Alone on Christmas Eve is not how Stella envisioned events.
Warning: Written for
50_prompts on 28/02/10.
Cars speed by outside the window. One moment they are there and the next all there is, is the empty road, eerily silent until the next vehicle arrives, usually seconds later. There is a constant humming sound as a result of the traffic; it drowns out the festivities on the streets below.
Alone on Christmas Eve is not how Stella envisioned events. That’s how things are going so far though. Not one visitor has come over to bid her a Merry Christmas and no one has bothered to call.
She doesn’t know why it bothers her so much. For years, she spent the holidays alone. Why should this year be any different? Why should she care more or less about how she spent the night?
A sigh escapes her lips as someone whistles loudly. A chorus of laughter and excited chatter, muffled, follows it.
“Okay,” she says. “That’s it. I’m going to bed.”
Her phone rings.
In seconds she has it grasped in one hand. “Hello?’
“Hey Stella.”
“Mac, is that you? Do we have a case?”
“Yeah, it’s me. And I’m sorry to ruin your night but I need you on this one.”
“No, no, that’s fine. It’s been a slow night for me anyway. I’m actually at the office right now.”
“Okay,” he says.
“So where are we at?” She slips a coat on as he tells her the address. “I’ll be right there.”
“Great. And Stella?”
“Yeah, Mac?” She hesitates, her hand on the door.
“Merry Christmas,” he tells her.
Stella smiles. “To you too, Mac.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 Alone
Word Count: 259
Rating: G
Summary: Alone on Christmas Eve is not how Stella envisioned events.
Warning: Written for
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Cars speed by outside the window. One moment they are there and the next all there is, is the empty road, eerily silent until the next vehicle arrives, usually seconds later. There is a constant humming sound as a result of the traffic; it drowns out the festivities on the streets below.
Alone on Christmas Eve is not how Stella envisioned events. That’s how things are going so far though. Not one visitor has come over to bid her a Merry Christmas and no one has bothered to call.
She doesn’t know why it bothers her so much. For years, she spent the holidays alone. Why should this year be any different? Why should she care more or less about how she spent the night?
A sigh escapes her lips as someone whistles loudly. A chorus of laughter and excited chatter, muffled, follows it.
“Okay,” she says. “That’s it. I’m going to bed.”
Her phone rings.
In seconds she has it grasped in one hand. “Hello?’
“Hey Stella.”
“Mac, is that you? Do we have a case?”
“Yeah, it’s me. And I’m sorry to ruin your night but I need you on this one.”
“No, no, that’s fine. It’s been a slow night for me anyway. I’m actually at the office right now.”
“Okay,” he says.
“So where are we at?” She slips a coat on as he tells her the address. “I’ll be right there.”
“Great. And Stella?”
“Yeah, Mac?” She hesitates, her hand on the door.
“Merry Christmas,” he tells her.
Stella smiles. “To you too, Mac.”
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Date: 2011-07-19 12:01 pm (UTC)Poor Stella. But now they have a body to dwell on during Christmas.
Thanks for posting! :)
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Date: 2011-07-19 03:38 pm (UTC)Indeeds.
Np. :)