Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY – so you no sue or all you will get is my crappy car – understand – good! I do own Kelli Taylor and the other characters that you don't recognize – please ask before borrowing. Also anything in Italics means that my character or someone else is using American Sign Language.

a/n: Kelli Taylor is continuing her guest appearances in hope4sall's story – Behind the Scenes – which is now complete and BEG75 and hope4sall – thanks for the late night chats. And a big Thanks to BEG75 for allowing me to borrow Sam Ross.

Chapter 43 – Bouquets & Garters

As they assembled to greet their guests on the sidewalk in front of the church, Kelli said. "I'm so glad that the weather cooperated for today, especially since it rained every day last week." Kelli looked up when she heard a familiar voice scolding Harley.

"Don't you dare upset me out of this chair! Or you'll be one sorry young man," Nana Stella exclaimed.

"Stella, this is my Nana Stella," Kelli smirked, walking over to rescue the elderly woman from Harley's teasing. "Nana – I want you to meet some friends of mine."

"I would love to meet your friends," replied Nana Stella.

"But first, let's go pop some wheelies first," Kelli laughed, pushing the wheelchair.

"Kelli, you bitch!" Nana Stella squawked. "Don't you dare."

Kelli giggling and laughing; pushed the chair over in front of Mac and their friends. "Nana, this is Lindsay, Stella, Horatio and Don. Everyone – this is my Nana Stella." Kelli smiled with pride as Mac squatted down beside Nana Stella – kissing her cheek.

"Oh pshaw," Nana Stella smiled. "You two make a beautiful couple."

"And I see that Kelli gets her good looks from you," Mac smiled.

"Oh stop trying to butter me up," Nana Stella retorted. "So Lindsay is the country girl?"

"Yes ma'am – I'm from Montana," answered Lindsay.

"And this is the Greek goddess?"

"I'm Stella Bonasera," Stella smiled. "Kelli talks about you all the time."

"Does she now," Nana Stella replied. "Haw Kelli ever told you what she used to do to me when she was younger?"

"No," Stella quirked a smile. "What did she use to do?"

"She used to sneak up behind me and hang a kitten on the back of my sweater – just to get me going."

"She didn't." Stella gasped.

"Yeah I did," Kelli admitted with twinkling eyes. "And if Nana could have caught me – she would have tanned my butt."

"I'm staying the hell away from you when you've got a cat," Don declared – much to everyone's amusement.

Nana Stella looked up at Don and Horatio – asking. "And what are you two handsome gents still doing single?"

"Heh," Don chuckled uneasily, shuffling his feet.

"Just haven't met the right woman yet,," Horatio replied in his whiskey smooth voice.

"Come on," Kelli said. "Everyone gather around. I want a picture of all of us with Nana."

After posing for several photographs, Harley helped Nana Stella in the waiting car while Kelli and Mac greeted the remainder of their family and friends – who had been waiting patiently while the photographer continued snapping pictures. Kelli looked up when Mari and Dean approached – each carrying a baby. "Ah here come the little darlings now." Reaching out for baby Robert – who Mari was holding. "Hi little man," Kelli said – chucking the baby under his chin.

"I'm just so happy that they both slept thru the whole thing," Dean chuckled as Horatio reached for the little girl that Dean was holding.

"You were a good little girl," Horatio murmured to Alexandria – who was blinking at her uncle. "You were such a good little girl for your mommy and daddy."

Kelli looked at Horatio holding Alexandria. "She has your's and Mari's eyes."

"She does," Mari agreed. "And Robert here is his daddy all the way."

"They are both beautiful," said Mac, gently touching each child's head. "Congratulations."

"I want a picture of Mac and I with the twins," requested Kelli to the photographer – who nodded.

Horatio placed Alexandria into Mac's waiting arms – stepping back with Mari and Dean as Kelli and Mac; who posed with the two adorable babies.

"It's too bad that Kelli and Mac are not parents themselves," Mari remarked. "They look so natural holding the twins – don't they?"

"Yes," Horatio replied. "They do don't they." Placing his hands on his sister's shoulders.

Mari twisted around to look searchingly at Horatio's face. "You know something. Something that you're not telling me."

Horatio sighed heavily. "I do, but I can't tell you. It's not my secret to tell." Horatio looked at his watch as he headed over to where Mac and Kelli were standing. "I believe that is its time to leave for the hotel – especially if you want to stop along the way to have more pictures taken."

"You're right Horatio," Mac replied, looking up when he heard a clip-clopping sound. "And here's our ride now."

"What?" Kelli saw Mac talking and turned to look in the direction that Mac was looking. Spotting the large carriage being drawn by two black horses. "Oh Mac," Kelli breathed. "I thought that we were going with a limo?"

"That was my back up plan in case the weather didn't cooperate," replied Mac.

"You need to get going," Dean said as he and Mari reached for their babies.

"We'll see you at the hotel," said Mari.

Don, Horatio and Mac helped the three women step up into the carriage before getting in themselves.

"What made you decide on the horse drawn carriage Mac?" Stella asked as the driver clicked his tongue at the team of horses.

"I overheard Kelli talking with you and Lindsay one day at the lab. And she mentioned that this was always a dream of hers."

Inside the hotel ballroom – family and friends chatted while waiting for the wedding partly to arrive. The room decorated with balloons and ivory colored material draped on the walls. White mini-lights glowing under the skirted head table. Candles flickering in glass globes on the various tables scattered throughout the room – Mac's band playing soft, jazz music.

"Presenting Kelli and Mac Taylor!" Danny's voice boomed out over the room's P.A. System, as Kelli and Mac walked under the archway into the ballroom- ducking as various guests showered them with confetti while others clapped.

Horatio and Stella, along with Lindsay and Don entering behind the newly married couple – shaking off confetti as well. They settled at the head table – their guests also taking their seats.

Father Aulenbach stood up at the microphone. "We thank you, O Lord, for this bounty you have placed before us. And we pray that you will also feed the hunger of our hearts with the grace of your love. Amen."

The hotel wait staff began placing hot plates of roast beef, herbed-mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy and steamed vegetables, as well as pouring glasses of either red or white wine or sparkling grape juice.

Kelli and Mac started eating amongst interruptions of having to stand up and kiss – whenever a guest sang part of a song; instead of the usual practice of clinking their glasses. Dessert being slices of New York cheesecake – smothered with a raspberry sauce.

Danny stood up at the microphone – saying. "Yo Hawkes. You ready to do the bride's toast?"

Smirking – Sheldon stepped up to the front of the room, as Kelli groaned – covering her eyes and muttering. "I sure hope that I don't regret this." Much to the amusement of everyone seated at the head table.

"Not changing your mind – are you Kelli?" Sheldon joked – smiling at his friend.

"No, no," Kelli replied. "Just be very careful – I haven't forgotten your special gift from the other night."

"Heh," Sheldon chuckled. "Well, let's see – when I first met Kelli; she wound up socking me in the jaw." Several people gasped while others laughed. Sheldon grinned – looking at Kelli's face before continuing. "Since then Kelli and I have become really good friends, especially since Mac and Kelli got together. Kelli is an kind, sensitive person, but she's also fiery and feisty and has proved to all of us several times that she's no pushover. Which both Danny and Flack discovered recently when Mac made a bet with them. That a certain red head would be able to pin a certain homicide detective to the mat."

Everyone laughed as Don hollered. "I still say that was an unfair match!"

"Ah – be a man and suck it up!" Kelli retorted – startling Sam into choking over her drink with laugher at Don's expression.

"Are you two finished? May I continue?" Sheldon quipped.

"Yeah, we're good," Kelli laughed.

"Thank you," Sheldon replied sarcastically. "Now Kelli continues to keep Mac and the rest of us on our toes, but we wouldn't have it any other way. Kelli and Mac are good together – they are Yin and Yang. Separate them and they are incomplete," Sheldon paused, collecting his thoughts. "Kelli, I hope that you and Mac will have a long and happy life together. So everyone – please join with me." Sheldon raised his glass of wine – along with everyone else. "To Kelli," Sheldon said with everyone joining in before they sipped from their glasses. Sheldon walked over to where Kelli was sitting – wiping her watery eyes.

Standing up – Kelli hugged Sheldon – saying. "That was so special and nice. Thank you so much."

"It was my pleasure Kelli. Be happy," Sheldon responded – hugging and kissing his friend. Then turned to Mac – hugging him; clapping him on the back. "Take care of Kelli. She's special."

"I will Sheldon. Thank you for being our friend," Mac replied.

"I now call upon Stella Bonasera – who would like to say a few words," Danny said before stepping away from the microphone, as Stella took his place.

"I still say that I should have been up first. You're gonna be a tough act to follow Hawkes," Stella chuckled. "I was really honored when I was asked to do this." Stella smiled in Mac's direction. "I met Mac when he first became a CSI – hmm, about ten years ago now. And I was a newly minted detective – just finishing up my degree in order to transfer to the crime lab. Where I quickly became aware that Mac was serious about upgrading the lab to his high standards – standards that he learned from being a Marine. And Mac is also fond of saying that everything is connected – we just have to follow the evidence to find the connection." Stella chuckled as all the CSIs and lab technicians started laughing and nodding in agreement. "Mac always supports everyone – from the lowly lab technicians to us CSIs. And he always has our backs – whether it would be from budget cuts, requesting new equipment and standing behind our work to the higher ups and the D.A.'s office," Stella paused. "We've supported each other personally and professionally thru the high and low points of our lives and careers. The code of ethics that Mac learned as a Marine – he now applies to his management of the lab – honour, integrity and never leaving anybody behind. He believes in protecting the integrity of the lab, the safety of New York City and the honour of this country. Now since he has met Kelli – who keeps him on his toes and he keeps her grounded – obviously a match made in heaven," Stella chuckled – looking at her friends. "Mac's priorities in life are now changed. Now his concerns are protecting Kelli with every fiber of his being, the lab's integrity, the safety of New York City and the honour of this country. Kelli and Mac – I really hope and pray that you and Kelli have a long and happy marriage. And Mac be warned – if you do anything to make my best friend unhappy – I promise that I will gladly kick your ass."

Mac grinned – shaking his head as Kelli burst out laughing.

"So everyone – please join with me in a toast to Mac," said Stella – raising her glass.

"To Mac," everyone chorused before sipping their drink and then clapping. Stella walked over as Mac stood up – hugging and kissing him on his cheek.

"Thank you Stella. Thank you for being my friend for all these years," Mac said – voice husky with emotion.

"Thank you Stella," Kelli said – also standing up to hug her friend as well.

Kelli smiled at Mac – saying as they walked over the corner of the room; to the small table where the beautifully decorated, three tier cake stood in all it's glory. "Stella and Sheldon did a really good job with the toasts – didn't they?"

"They did," Mac agreed as they stood behind the cake – each tier separated by wineglasses turned upside down with delicate apricot colored rosebuds under each glass. The icing a creamy ivory color with apricot and yellow roses made out of royal icing and silver leaves. "Whoever you got to do the cake did a beautiful job."

"You can thank Lynette and Leigh Anne later," Kelli replied watching as the photographer and various guests moved in closer – jostling for a perfect spot to snap photos.

"Alana's daughters?" Mac asked in surprise. "Where and how did they learn to do such beautiful work?"

"They both learned in 4-H. The cake decorating project," Kelli answered as they picked up the old silver cake knife. The knife was old, marred with tiny nicks and scratches with ribbons trailing from the handle – it being a treasured family heirloom; passed down thru the generations in Kelli's family – having been bought new for Mama Johnson's wedding a long time ago.

Blinking from the various flashes popping as they sliced into the bottom layer of cake – cutting two small pieces – each taking a piece. Gazing lovingly into each others eyes – hazel-brown meeting green as they tenderly fed each other a bite of their wedding cake. Lost in each other's eyes – Mac took Kelli's hand – leading her out onto the dance floor as Uncle Buddy began strumming his guitar and starting to sing "I Do" accompanied by Lynette playing her guitar.

I've seen the storm clouds in your past,
But rest assured cause you are safe.
At home at last,
I rescued you, you rescued me.
And were right where we should be,
When were together.

Will I promise to be your best friend,
And am I here until the end.
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you,
And did I say my love is true.
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do.

I know the questions in your mind,
But go ahead and ask me one more time.
You'll find the answers still the same,
It won't change from day to day.
For worse or better.

Will I promise to be your best friend,
And am I here until the end.
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you,
And did I say my love is true.
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do.

I know the time will disappear,
But this love we're building on will always be here.
No way that this is sinking sand,
On this solid rock we'll stand forever.

Will I promise to be your best friend,
And am I here until the end.
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you,
And did I say my love is true.
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do.

Baby I will, I am, I can, I have,
Oh, I will, I am, I can, I have,
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do.

I Do – Paul Brandt

Kelli sniffled slightly as the music drew to a end – her and Mac swaying to the lingering notes. Mac reached into his pants pocket – pulling out a snowy white handkerchief; dabbing Kelli's tears away – asking softly. "Is everything okay?"

"Tears of happiness baby, tears of happiness," Kelli whispered. "That song was beautiful and just perfect for us. Thank you."

They looked up as Lynette was joined by her sister; Leigh Anne and her cousin; Becca began singing "A Kiss to Build a Dream On"in perfect three part harmony - Mac looked pleased and surprised.

"Do you like my choice?" Kelli asked as they continued waltzing.

"I do," Mac replied. "It's one of my favourite songs. I love Louis Armstrong."

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.

When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you,
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.

Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part,
A kiss to build a dream on.

When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you,
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.

Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on.

When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you,
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.

When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you,
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.

A Kiss to Build a Dream On – Louis Armstrong

Kelli and Mac broke apart laughing as Danny's voice boomed over the speakers. "Come on you two – you've got the rest of your lives to be together."

"Remind me again as to why we picked Danny to be the M.C. Tonight," Mac chuckled ruefully as they reluctantly stopped dancing.

"Just assign him to do a lot of dumpster diving when we get back," Kelli giggled.

"Now Mrs. Taylor – it's time to throw that bunch of weeds here. So let's have all the gorgeous single ladies up on the floor. Who's gonna be the next bride here."

Laughing – Kelli headed to the front of the room. "A bunch of weeds indeed. Messer – you're dead meat." Watching as the single ladies jostled for the best position to catch the coveted bouquet. Sam and Lindsay dragging Stella up with them – joining the chattering, giggling and laughing hopeful wannabe brides.

"Is everyone ready?" Kelli hollered.

"Yeah!" the ladies whooped.

"Would you just throw the damn thing," Danny griped – with good natured humor.

"Alright ladies – here is comes!" Kelli turned around; presenting her back to the rest of the room. Seeing Mac smiling, Horatio chuckling as Danny, Don and Sheldon laughed their asses off.

Kelli suddenly threw the bouquet over her shoulder as hard as she could – spinning around in time to see it plop right into Sam's unsuspecting arms.

"Well shit," Sam blurted out – shocked.

"It looks like Brooklyn is gonna be the next bride in our midst," Danny chuckled.

"Brooklyn huh," Kelli giggled, looking at Sam's surprised face – Lindsay and Stella laughing – as the single, hopeful ladies returned to their seats – some looking disappointed.

"Alright," Danny said. "Now we need a chair out here." As sultry, bump and grind music began playing. "Mac? Yo Mac – where are you" Danny asked looking around. "Ah there you are. Get out here. And all you single gents – don't leave. Mac will soon be tossing that mighty pretty piece of lace that is presently gracing his wife's leg."

"Geez Danny – keep it clean will ya. There are kids and my Nana present," Kelli reminded.

"Hah – I've been talking to your Nana Stella and let me tell ya – she's not the innocent woman that you think she is. And she's also been giving me plenty of blackmail ammunition on you," Danny retorted with a shit-eating grin.

Throwing her hands up in the air – amongst gales of laughter; Kelli sat gracefully on the waiting chair.

"Now Mac – there are rules that you have to follow you know. Hands behind your back – lips and teeth only," Danny ordered.

Mac shot a dark look at Danny's unrepentant, mischievous expression and then knelt in front of his new bride – who raised her right foot; laughing and blushing slightly and holding her dress up a little bit in order for Mac to dip his head under her skirt.

Kelli giggled as she felt Mac kissing his way up her stocking covered leg towards that elusive fancy bit of lace.

"Yo Mac – did you get lost under there?" Danny quipped. "Maybe you should have googled for directions beforehand."

"Jesus Danny," Stella muttered soto voice. "Mac's gonna kill you and hide the body."

Mac's head reappeared from underneath Kelli's dress – holding the blue, lace garter triumphantly between his teeth.

"Boom!" exclaimed Danny as Mac stood up – now holding the garter in his hand. Holding out his other hand for Kelli to hold onto as she stood up- flouncing her skirt out before walking over to join Stella, Sam and Lindsay.

"Alright – let's get all of unmarried guys out on the floor. That means you too Danny," Stella smirked – having grabbed the microphone out of Danny's hand.

"Come on Horatio – you too," Kelli ordered – seeing the tall red-head still standing on the sidelines. "Come Mari – help me get your brother out there." Laughing and giggling – the two friends escorted Horatio out with the rest of the guys.

"Okay Mac – looks like all the eligible guys are out there," Stella said.

"Jeez – I really hope that Peanut doesn't catch that damn garter," Sam remarked in a low voice to Kelli and Lindsay. "If he does – no way in hell am I letting Adam put that thing on my leg." Sending Kelli and Lindsay into a fit of laughter.

Mac at the front of the room – fired the lacy garter over his left shoulder like a slingshot. The stretched out garter zinged its way thru the air – faster then a speeding bullet – smacking a tall, blue-eyed homicide detective's face.

"Dammit Mac – are you trying to take my eye out," Don groused – removing the garter from where it hung on his ear.

"Flack my man," Danny whooped – clapping his best bud on the back.

"Alright now, we need a chair for Sam," Stella said. "And Flack – you stay right where you are. And Sam – ah, ah, ah – no sneaking off."

Sam stopped – reluctantly turning around – whining. "Ah come on – do we really have to do this?"

"Yes you do," Kelli chuckled – looping arms with Sam. "It's my wedding day and y'all have to do what I want." Walking her friend out to the waiting chair.

"I'm warning you Flack," Sam hissed. "You stop just above my knee or there's gonna be hell to pay."

"I'm shaking in my boots," Don quipped.

"Alright Flack. Whenever you're ready," Danny whooped as another bump and grind song began playing. Don knelt down – holding the stretched out garter in his large hands. Sam blushing beet-red as the garter slowly traveled up her – blessingly stopping just above her knee. Don stood up as Danny's voice boomed over the speakers. "You two can't leave the dance floor yet."

Don and Sam looked at each other warily as 'I've Had The Time of My Life' from the movie 'Dirty Dancing' started playing. "May I have this dance Miss Ross?"

Sam placed her small hand in Don's large hand in response. The tall detective and the petite woman began jiving – their moves becoming more complicated as they got used to each other's dancing styles.

Kelli and Mac were circulating with their friends and family – serving pieces of their wedding cake. The bride's cake a lemon flavoured white cake and the groom's cake being a chocolate chiffon cake – made from Avalon's recipe. "Go Sam!" Kelli whooped as she watched Sam surprising Don as she put the 'Dirty' into the dancing. "Shake that booty!"

Mac looked at the couple – chuckling. "I think that Don has met his match."

"I think that they're perfect for each other," Kelli giggled. "Let's get this cake passed out. I want to get out on that dance floor myself."

Mac looked over the cash bar which was doing a booming business – remarking. "I hope that crowd over there plan on taking cabs home tonight."

"I'm sure that they will," Kelli replied. "The bartenders have strict orders to cut anybody off if they think that they are too drunk. That was one of the things that I insisted on. I don't want to lose anybody to any alcohol related accidents."

The music switched to a Cuban classical song and Horatio touched Kelli's arm. "Mrs. Taylor – may I have the pleasure of this dance?"

Kelli smiled. "Of course Horatio."

"I'll take the cake tray back to the kitchen," Mac said – taking the silver platter from his wife's hands.

"Thank you Mac."

Kelli and Horatio joined the other dancers out on the dance floor – waltzing. "I'm so glad that you were able to get away from work Horatio. To be able to be Mac's Best Man."

"I was honoured to be asked," Horatio replied, smiling down at his friend's new bride. "I hope that you and Mac will have a long and happy marriage."

"Thank you Horatio," Kelli smiled. "You're going to go back to Miami on the same flight as Mari, Dean and the twins tomorrow?"

"I am," Horatio nodded. "And you and Mac are flying out tomorrow morning for Canada?"

"Uh-huh," Kelli said. "I'm looking forward to showing Mac my favourite places in Nova Scotia. And to introducing him to my friends at the airport."

The song ended and a new one began – 'Dance With The One That Brought You' – a Shania Twain song. Kelli looked up to see Doc Cassidy standing in front of her. "Howdy Mrs. Taylor – care to do a little two stepping around the floor?"

"Of course," Kelli placed her glass on a nearby table. "What happened? Did your wife abandon you?"

"No ma'am," Doc Cassidy shook his head, as they started two stepping on the dance floor. "She's taking a little breather right now."

"So when is that baby due?"

"Three months," Doc replied.

"Getting excited?"

"And scared," Doc chuckled. "Nancy is really getting tired of being pregnant."

"Is Nancy still working?"

"Yeah she is, but only light duties."

Kelli looked up as Mac danced past with Aunt CeeCee, spotting Don slipping out onto the balcony with Sam.

Outside on the balcony Don and Sam leaned on the railing – looking out at the city – seeing the lights blazing from various buildings, landmarks and street lights. "So," Don began.

"So," Sam parroted back.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah I am," Sam replied, pushing her hair back from her face.

"Well geesh, don't sound so surprised," Don smirked.

"Well excuse me."

"Why did you bother to come if you thought that you wasn't gonna have a good time?"

"After Kelli was kind enough to invite me at the last minutes. I wasn't about to be rude and not show up."

"You got something against weddings or something?"

"Or something," Sam replied shortly. "So you surprised me detective."

"I did? In what way?"

"You're a better dancer than I expected."

"And you're a ball of fire on the dance floor," Don quipped. "When do you have to go back to Phoenix?"

"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "Why? Getting tired of me being around?"

"Oh I don't know," Don drawled. "Maybe I like having a stick of dynamite up my ass."

"What a lovely image," Sam retorted – feeling hurt. "In that case I'll leave now and you can have your precious peace and quiet." Starting to walk away.

"Now wait just a damn minute," Don said – grabbing the tiny brunette's arm – swinging her around and capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss.

"Umm," Sam struggled briefly before responding to the surprisingly thrilling kiss.

Inside the patio doors – a dirty blond haired CSI with glasses turned away with a smirk – deciding not to interrupt the couple out on the balcony.

Several hours later Stella and Horatio were waltzing to a bluesy jazz song. "Hmm, it's getting late," Stella sighed. "And I'll probably will get an early call out."

"Mm-hmm," Horatio chuckled. "Most of the guests have left."

"Yeah," Stella looked around. "I don't see Kelli and Mac. Did they leave already?"

"They did," Horatio replied. "I saw them quietly slip out an hour ago."

"They do have an early morning flight to catch."

"Heh," Horatio escorted Stella towards the front lobby.

Don stopped when Sam said. "I gotta go pee before we leave."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here," Don replied – chuckling as the slightly tipsy brunette staggered towards the bathroom – the electrical popsicles that she consumed earlier now affecting her. Don having limited himself to several beers before switching to coffee knowing that he was scheduled for the swing shift.

Inside the washroom – Sam headed for an empty stall – sighing with relief as she emptied her overfull bladder. Heading for the counter of sinks to wash her hands. Sam looked up when a stall door opened and a man – his head covered with a black ski-mask – brandishing a taser which was crackling with suppressed electricity. Leering eyes raking over her body – making Sam feel dirty and exposed. "Mmm," the man murmured – licking his lips. "We're gonna have some fun you and I."

"I don't think so," Sam growled.

"Ooh a fighter. I like it when they fight. More exciting that way," the man replied – rushing to overpower Sam.

"No way dirtbag!" Sam hollered – sidestepping away- the man crashed into the counter – dropping the taser. Snarling he turned towards Sam only to drop to his knees after her pointy toed pump kicked his balls clear up to his throat – screaming in agony.

Outside in the hallway – Horatio and Stella were talking to Don when they heard Sam shouting – followed by an animalistic scream. "Sam!" Don crashed thru the washroom door where Sam was struggling to restrain an masked assailant. Horatio and Stella following the tall homicide detective. "What's going on here?" Don rushed towards the struggling couple – catching Sam's elbow in his mouth. "Son of a bitch!" Don roared as he swung Sam off of her assailant.

"Let me go!" Sam shrieked before realizing that it was Don who was holding her. "That sleazebag was gonna attack me."

They all looked down at the miserable excuse of a male lying on the floor – holding his private parts – whimpering.

Horatio reached for his cell phone, Stella hiked up her dress – reaching for her off duty gun which was in a holster; strapped to her thigh. Don blushed and turned away as Sam traded amused smiles with the curly haired CSI.

"Tell the responding units to respond lights only," Stella instructed Horatio – who nodded while talking to dispatch. "I don't want Mac and Kelli getting wind of this. I don't want anything to ruin their honeymoon."

"Mum's the word, Stel," Don nodded, along with Sam.

"Are you alright Sam? Are you hurt in any way?"

"I'm fine. Bozo here is the one who may need medical attention," Sam snorted. "Creepo here found out the hard way that my shoes are deadly weapons."

Don and Horatio winced slightly as they both eyed Sam's extremely pointy toes pumps much to the women's amusement.

"Let's see who this moron is?" Don squatted down – yanking the ski-mask off – revealing a bald headed, Caucasian man.

"Careful – there's a knife in his right boot," Horatio cautioned.

"I see it, thanks Horatio," Don replied – removing the weapon before continuing to pat the suspect down for more weapons.

"He also had a taser," Sam reported. "He dropped it when he crashed into the counter. I believe that it skidded into one of the stalls."

"Do you happen to be packing any cuffs on you?" Don asked – looking at Stella.

"Sorry Don. I'm fresh out," Stella quipped.

"Not into kinky sex Stella?" Sam smirked, as Horatio ducked his chin – hiding a smile and Don choked back a laugh.

"Nah, not my kinda scene," Stella replied with twinkling eyes as several uniformed officers poured into the ladies washroom.

Several hours earlier Kelli and Mac hugged Harley and the girls as they prepared to leave. The older family members having already left for their home in Roscoe. "Harley, you be careful driving home. There's a lot of morons on the road this time of night," Kelli admonished lovingly.

"I'll be careful," Harley replied. "I'll drop Leigh Anne off at her dorm before taking Becca and Lynette home."

"When Kelli and I get back. I'll arrange for you to tour the crime lab," Mac said, smiling at Leigh Anne.

"Thank you Mac."

"Thanks again for singing for Mac and I," Kelli hugged each girl in turn. "It made our special day even more special."

Back on the dance floor Kelli and Mac danced to a country love song. "Adam did a great job with the dance music," Kelli remarked.

"He and Sam both. They did well considering our eclectic tastes in music," Mac smiled, nuzzling Kelli's neck – making her giggle.

"Getting a wee bit frisky are we?"

"I just want to make love to my new wife," Mac waggled his eyebrows.

"What time is it?" Kelli asked – turning Mac's wrist over to look at his watch. "Hmm, almost 1:15 am. How about we give them until 1:30am and then sneak out of here?"

"I like the way you think Mrs. Taylor," Mac chuckled huskily.

"I'm so glad Mr. Taylor." The country song switched over to 'Almost Paradise'. "Oh I love this song."

"Hmm," Mac murmured.

"Why detective, is that your weapon? Or are just happy to see me?"

Mac responded by capturing his wife's luscious lips hungrily – continuing to dance. Looking up Mac saw Horatio talking to Sheldon and Stella. Horatio nodded and smiled as Kelli and Mac slipped out of the ballroom.

Kelli giggled as Mac hustled her down the hallway towards the nearest elevator. "Eager for our wedding night – are we?"

The elevator doors opened and the laughing couple stepped inside – the doors closing behind them. "Yeah I am," Mac growled, pinning Kelli against the back wall. "Us not being able to scratch our itch for the past two weeks has been driving me nuts."

"Poor baby," Kelli chuckled, fondling his rapidly hardening erection. "Patience is an virtue in itself."

"Virtue hell. It's been damn frustrating – first the damn yeast infection and then having your 'Auntie Flo' visit...," Mac replied, his voice raw with lust.

"Auntie Flo went home yesterday," Kelli soothed.

The elevator dinged and Mac tried to rearrange himself before the doors opened. Luckily the hallway was deserted as they walked the short distance to their room. Mac swiped the card key before sweeping Kelli up into his arms.

"Going all traditional Mac?" Kelli wound her arms around his next. Mac carried his bride inside their room – kicking the door shut behind him. Before heading towards the large king sized bed. "Wait," Kelli begged. "I want to slip into something special. And I need to pack my mom's veil away before something happens to it."

"Of course," Mac nodded, setting Kelli down on her feet.

Kelli quickly unpinned her head piece; wrapping it carefully in tissue paper and placing it back in the box. "Sheesh, I'm gonna be brushing confetti out of my hair for the next three weeks."

"Kelli," Mac said in a long suffering tone of voice.

"Why don't you get ready while I'm in the bathroom," Kelli said as she ducked into the bathroom.

a/n: I would also like to thank BEG75 for suggesting "I Do – Paul Brandt" for the first song and to Madison Bellows for suggesting "A Kiss to Build a Dream On – Louis Armstrong" the second song and obviously I don't owe either song. Thanks ladies.

a/n: To read how the Taylor's wedding night was celebrated – check out my profile for the M-Rated Chapters for A Magnet for Trouble – good times ahead for my smut lovers.

And I want to thank all of my faithful readers and fans for being so patient with me – this was a difficult chapter to write – I wanted it to be just so – and I also want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And I hope that you all have a safe and happy holiday...Laplandgurl...