A dozen ways to kill one Stella Bonasera

A/N: After there's been some rumor about Episode 6.10 having the title "Don, I think I Killed Stella". Seems as if most people are fearing the worst. I don't see why and this is a collection of some drabbles and ficlets, that show what and who might kill Stella. It's smacked, so consider yourself warned.

I don't own any of the original characters, the show or anything related with the show.

This is the beta-ed version!

Thanks a lot to Miss Woozy for taking the time to do the beta and for her big help with the wording!

1. By not remembering the date

Sweat. Heat. More sweat.

It must be this freaking heating acting up again! One would think the department would get the damn thing repaired. This is springtime. It's not supposed to be this hot in spring – or any other season for that matter. At least not if you're living in a first world country. That's what AC and heating were for.

He sighed and pulled the next manila folder across his desk. Paperwork was a bitch, but so far nothing else had come up. Another sigh escaped his throat. Six more hours till his shift ended. This was New York City and yet still nobody had the decency to kill someone, so he could get out and hunt them down.

"Hey, Flack, why the long face?" A laughing voice whispered in his ear.

Surprised, he flinched. "Yeah… well, this is not how I like to spend my day." He sighed again, pointing to the pile of files still on his desk.

A little giggle got him looking up again. With way too much elegance and sex appeal for a homicide detective, his partner slid behind her desk. 'She's doing this on purpose, she's doing this on purpose,' his mind kept reminding him. Sadly it didn't do him much good. On purpose or not, it was definitely having the desired effect on him.

At least, getting to see her, made this day worth getting up for. Perhaps he shouldn't complain too much.

"How about we go and grab some lunch?" he asked, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible.

"Don. It's only 10 am!"

"Who cares, let's just get out of here. Kick some asses, arrest some bad guys."

Okay, now he was starting to sound desperate. But he was desperate. The heat could get to him on a good day – one without paperwork – but being deskbound made the whole mess even worse. He wanted out of here, and if Angell was coming too… Well he would definitely not object to that.

Suddenly his phone started ringing. Surprised, he looked at his partner first, then at the phone.

There was a god out there!

"Flack!" he practically shouted when he finally picked it up.

There was somebody panting on the other end of the line, making his hopes crash instantly. Great! The one time he was actually waiting for something to happen in this city, he got a prank-call from some pervert. Maybe he could get away with trying to hunt him down before he called somebody else… like Angell. This could be considered sexual harassment. Probably.

He was just about to start to tell the guy to get off somewhere else, when the voice started talking.

"D… Don?" came the whispered question along the line.

"Mac? That you? What's wrong?"

Okay, now he was officially worried and confused. He had never heard Mac sounding afraid. Right now he actually sounded totally scared, but there was something else in his voice. Don couldn't put his finger on it, though.

"Don? I… I think I just killed Stella!"

"You did what?!" The whole precinct was looking at him now. He must have misheard, he just had to. That was simply impossible. How… how could…? No, Mac would never…! "Mac? Can you hear me?! Mac!" But the line was already dead.

Shit! This was so not good! Okay, he had wished for something to happen, but not this!

"Don? What's wrong?"

Despite the horror plain in his eyes for everyone to see, he looked at her. They had to get to them. He had to call the lab or somebody to put a trace on Mac's cell – or something. Mac had sounded terrified. Well who could blame him? Again Angell asked, what happened, but all he could do was opening his mouth like some stupid goldfish in his bowl.

Suddenly he grabbed his car keys with one hand and Angell's arm with the other one.

"We have to go!" He could see that his strange behavior was starting to frighten her too. There was no other way, he had to tell her. "Mac… Mac said he killed Stella," he whispered in anguish.

"What?!"

But Don couldn't say anything else. He just nodded and kept pulling her along. They had to find Mac and Stella. Nothing else mattered right now.

While he dragged her along, he could see her fishing for her own cell.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Then it dawned on him. She was probably calling for more help. Something he should have done. How stupid of him! "Call… call Messer or someone at the lab. They have to put trace on Mac's cell, or his truck, or both, just to make sure!"

They arrived at the elevator. Thankfully the thing was on his side today and was already waiting for them.

"Yes…?" Angell suddenly laughed at her cell.

'What the…?!'

Blinking, he looked at her, when she handed her cell to him. "It's for you."

"Yeah?" he asked carefully.

"Got you this year! April fool." With that the line went dead.

Damn you, Mac Taylor!

A/N: Reviews very welcome!

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