Sometimes it comes without trying. Mac/Stella, post "My Name Is Mac Taylor."

That’s what scares her--not her job, not what she’s done, but Mac’s face when he finds out. Mac/Stella angst, post "Forbidden Fruits."

There's no way to get rid of her. MacStella, post "The Thing About Heroes."

I don't want to hear that he's fine. I want him to talk. MacStella, post "Admissions."

I feel a pleasant sort of hum in the cab ride home, a sense of anticipation that I recognize, but haven’t felt in a long time. I go in and look at myself in the mirror, and think, Maybe. MacStella.

I'm determined not to let it go too far this time. MacStella.

Actually, I would love anything he picked for me, even if it was hideous. MacStella Christmas fluff.

Maybe different is good. StellaHawkes, post Snow Day.

Besides, what could I have done? Told him to stop staring at me with puppy dog eyes? MacStella.

We're still best friends. That hasn't changed. MacStella, post Some Buried Bones.

MacStella drabbles. Seven people remember.

He’ll never be satisfied with daydreaming after this. MacStella.

I stare at the door for a moment, my heart beating faster, because I’m almost certain who’s on the other side, and I haven’t even figured out what to say. MacStella.

I’m not surprised when I open the door and find him there, damp from the rain. MacStella, post Consequences.

I never thought it could be that simple. MacStella.

I can't dislike Peyton, no matter how much I want to. Stella/Hawkes.

My life has become a life of compromises. MacStella.

It's the beginning of a great year. Short MacStella piece.

I'm grinning, just because I love him so much. I wonder what I've ever done to deserve this. MacStella, post All Access.

This is the sort of thing that only happens in dreams, I think. The kind of dream I haven’t had for a long time. MacStella.

We get used to a lot in our business, but there’s no way to get used to this. Companion piece to Whatever He Needs.

I just hope he knows that I’m here, for whatever he needs.