UnErasable

Summary: Just like the blood on his jacket, Stella couldn't be removed from his mind...

A/N: Ahh! You guys are so sweet. My ego is growin' exponentially from those reviews! Eeps! Anyways, this is the final installment for this 'Grounds For Deception' fic. The first WIP I've finished... miraculous!

Disclaimer: I do not own them and that physically pains me!

"See, there you go, see that right there, that's an S. That would be Stella. The woman in your life -who sometimes you adore and sometimes she drives you crazy." Stella chuckled and Mac's spirit soared. She had chuckled -the world was back on it's axis.

"I adore her?" Mac asked, letting out a throaty laugh.

"Oh absolutely." Stella laughed, letting her head rest against Mac's shoulder as her she shook with laughter.

"You okay?" Mac asked, looking at her as if she had two heads.

"I'm fine." Stella roared with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Mac turned in his seat and watched her. She was beautiful when she laughed; her smile wide and eyes brimming with happy tears. It was contagious and Mac couldn't help but laugh with her.

"I have no idea." Stella said, gasping for air. This fact caused her to laugh harder.

"It's official Stell, you've finally lost it." Mac laughed with her.

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me." Stella tried to catch her breath as she wiped at her tears. Sometimes, on occasion, after a tradgedy you just had to break down laughing before the situation ate you alive.

Mac reached over, brushing the hair from her face. His hand trailed down her cheek, cupping her jaw. He traced his thumb over her chin momentarily and then let his hand drop.

"Mac..." Stella said softly.

"I like hearing you laugh." Mac said and stood up. He extended his hand to her and she took it; he pulled her to her feet and they stood toe to toe.

"I like laughing." Stella whispered.

He was caught in a moment of indecision; he was dependable and predictable. He thought every thing out -measured twice, cut once. In that moment, however, staring into Stella's green eyes he had the deepest desire to be spontaneous.

She was the one to take chances and leaps of faith -ready to dive in. She knew he was tentative, but she was patient -she could wait. It would all happen eventually.

Standing on her tip toes, she kissed Mac's cheek and he squeezed her elbow reassuringly. She was the one who could read the tea leaves after all -accurately. She pulled back and looked in his eyes; in his eyes laid a desire that was equally matched in her. It would happen; what they shared was unerasable, undefinable and when it happened it would change everything.

A/N: The end. I hope you liked it :] Have you guys heard 'She is' by The Fray? It makes me think of SMacked. -shrugs- maybe I'll use it for my next fic. Leave some reviews. Off to go watch some eps on HULU. toodles.