Fic: Close To You (Mac/Stella)
Title: Close To You
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #017 Close To You
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: He’s surprised when she offers up her evening to help him with reports.
Notes: Written for 50_prompts. 25/06/09.
He’s surprised when she offers up her evening to help him with reports. Usually she’d talk to him for the ten minutes before she left. She would argue that ‘he needs to sleep and should take a break so he’ll be fresh for the next day’. She is right of course. As a human being, his physiology calls for sleep.
Giving into that urge to stay up longer however means no pat on the shoulder or friendly kiss on the cheek before she leaves him to his thoughts. Given that it’s usually the high point of his day, he doesn’t want to give that up. He’s also not a fan of leaving things unfinished when an extra hour or two of work is all that’s needing to be done. His job is an important one.
One extra hour could save someone’s life.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t you have something better to do? Not that I’m not grateful, but-”
“Maybe I just want to be close to you,” she teases, and his heart skips a beat. No. Make that several beats.
He breathes in deeply.
“You are, after all, my best friend,” she says. “I miss seeing you. This working on different cases thing is really cramping our style.”
“We have a style?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling up. “I miss seeing you, too.”
“So. Reports and then dinner?”
“Everything will be closed,” he points out.
“Will the vending machine be closed?”
He smirks. “I guess not.”
“Then it’s settled. Let’s kick these reports’ asses.”
As she reaches across his desk to retrieve a file, he grins. “Sounds good. Though you know these reports don’t actually have asses, right?”
She swats him with one of them, a smile on her face. “Funny, Mac.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #017 Close To You
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: He’s surprised when she offers up her evening to help him with reports.
Notes: Written for 50_prompts. 25/06/09.
He’s surprised when she offers up her evening to help him with reports. Usually she’d talk to him for the ten minutes before she left. She would argue that ‘he needs to sleep and should take a break so he’ll be fresh for the next day’. She is right of course. As a human being, his physiology calls for sleep.
Giving into that urge to stay up longer however means no pat on the shoulder or friendly kiss on the cheek before she leaves him to his thoughts. Given that it’s usually the high point of his day, he doesn’t want to give that up. He’s also not a fan of leaving things unfinished when an extra hour or two of work is all that’s needing to be done. His job is an important one.
One extra hour could save someone’s life.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t you have something better to do? Not that I’m not grateful, but-”
“Maybe I just want to be close to you,” she teases, and his heart skips a beat. No. Make that several beats.
He breathes in deeply.
“You are, after all, my best friend,” she says. “I miss seeing you. This working on different cases thing is really cramping our style.”
“We have a style?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He tilts his head to the side, his lips curling up. “I miss seeing you, too.”
“So. Reports and then dinner?”
“Everything will be closed,” he points out.
“Will the vending machine be closed?”
He smirks. “I guess not.”
“Then it’s settled. Let’s kick these reports’ asses.”
As she reaches across his desk to retrieve a file, he grins. “Sounds good. Though you know these reports don’t actually have asses, right?”
She swats him with one of them, a smile on her face. “Funny, Mac.”