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Another fic :)

Mac opened the door to the changing room. He had to change his clothes because he was wet – complete wet! He has had to stand in New York’s rain for one saa because of one stupid man who kidnapped his ex-girlfriend. Excellent! He put out his shati and threw it in his locker.
Fuck, where are these dry shirts?, he asked himself while he scaned his locker.
Suddenly the door opened.
“Oh Mac… I’m sorry… I just wanted to take…”, Stella alisema hectically and turned around again. Mac laughed.
“Why so hectically? Have wewe never seen a man without a t-shirt before?”
“Yes,...

* I don’t own anything. They all belong to CBS and everyone else who has the rights to CSI NY. Mac and Stella belong to each other. :D

Part 5. Rate and maoni please. Thanks!

Previously:

There were no signs of movement.
“Mac? Why haven’t wewe done anything yet?” There was an obvious tone of anticipation in her voice.
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Stella slowly opened her eyes to find out what Mac was doing.
Mac was just there, in front of her, staring at her with a puzzled look.

“What are wewe staring at, Mac?”
“It’s just that… I don’t think you’re ready for me yet…”

He pointed to her tense, crossed...