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This is my first Smacked fanfic so it may not be brilliant but I thought I'd give it a go! =]
Oneshot.


Mac and Stella had grown considerably closer and closer after so many years working together. They also knew how they both felt about each other but were never prepared to admit it. It wasn't because either of them feared rejection hoặc even ruining their friendship; it was just that they were too stubborn, waiting for the other to make the first move.

She's my everything, like a morning girl
She's my angel, up above my world
She's the only one, who understands me
That's why I called her, my new...

Finish

“Have bạn ever noticed that we finish each other’s – “

“Lunch?” Mac interrupted with a straight face but telltale glint of amusement in his eyes.

Stella’s gaze flickered to the fry she’d just swiped from her friends’ plate and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Sentences,” she finished. She popped the stolen thực phẩm into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, all the while studying Mac’s expression.

“I have noticed that,” he agreed after a moment’s consideration. “We spend so much time together that – “

“ – it makes sense we would?”

Mac nodded and offered a...

So this is my một giây SMacked fic and I got the idea from a pick on this spot...I won't tell bạn which one because it'll kind of spoil the fic ;D
Enjoy! =D



Another ngày at the lab; another case successfully cracked bởi the team. This case, however, was very important to Mac because the victim was a close friend of Claire’s and he would have felt like he was letting her down had he not caught the murderer.

Stella was the only one he told about this connection to the victim; none of the others even suspected anything. After all they had been good Những người bạn for a long time and they both knew they could...

Mac looked up when he heard a quiet knock on the door. He signalled for her to enter and smiled as she sat in front of him.

“Lindsay! How can I help you?”

She sighed and looked down and he waited while she found the words. After a few moments she met his eyes.

“I’m worried about Stella.”

He felt his tim, trái tim sink a little as he heard her words.

“Why? Did something happen during your case?”

She nodded, a troubled expression on her face. He waited for her to continue but she looked down at her hands again and kept her mouth closed. When it became clear she wouldn’t go on, he prompted her....