[Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY of the characters they belong to Anthony Zuiker, CBS, and all of their affiliates.
Author’s Note: I got this idea from SuzzieSidle’s fan fic entitled Nuclear Explosion over at fanfiction.net; I thought it had a very cool twist and decided to borrow her idea. Be patient though Mac and Stella will eventually end up together in this fic but I have to do some background work to them first. Please read, comment, and enjoy. Thanks!]
seconde Chance at Love
Chapter One: Stella’s Story
Detective Mac Taylor walked into his office on Monday morning to meet with his newest employee, Stella Bonasera. He checked his emails and made a couple of phone calls before noticing a beautiful woman standing outside of his office. He hung the phone up and went outside to greet her and invited her into his office.
“Good morning ma’am, I’m Detective Mac Taylor u must be my new CSI, Stella Bonasera. It’s nice to meet you; Danny Messer has told me many things about you.” Mac zei as he shook Stella’s hand.
“Oh well I hope they’re not too bad Detective Taylor and u would be correct I’m Stella Bonasera. It’s nice to meet u as well Danny has told me a lot about you. I’m kind of nervous, this job is very important to me, and I promise I will not let u down, boss.”
“Well that’s good to hear and I have heard nothing but the best about u although I do have a few vragen about u as well.”
“Alright I expected as much I will tell u anything u want to know.”
“Okay well first of all Danny mentioned u are his sister-in-law and that you’re the widow of the late Louie Messer? I would first like to offer u my condolences I know he died several years geleden but I also know that the pain of losing a spouse never goes away for good. If u wouldn’t mind I would like to talk about your marriage to Louie and your relationship with Danny if that’s alright with you. If it’s too painful then we’ll leave it alone and keep our discussion strictly to the job. It’s up to you.”
Stella sighed.
“Detective Taylor…”
“Please it’s Mac.”
“Okay well Mac u seem like a nice man and someone I can trust and it is difficult to talk about Louie but I need to and u probably need to know since I will be working with a family member.”
“That was my main reason for bringing this up.”
“Okay well I will just start from the beginning. I graduated from high school when I was eighteen years old and was dating a guy named Frankie Mala. We started dating at the end of my senior jaar and were together for the volgende two years. When I was twenty years old I moved in with Frankie and we lived together for three months when things started to go bad. One night I came home pagina from work around nine o’clock and when I walked in to our apartment I realized Frankie had been drinking… a lot. I laid my portemonnee down on the tafel, tabel and walked over to him he got off of the divan, bank and started kissing me. He smelled so badly of alcohol that I couldn’t stand it so I pushed him away. He asked me what was wrong and I said,
“You’re drunk we’re not doing this while you’re drunk Frankie.”
Then he just kind of lost his temper. I had seen him mad before but never that mad. He punched me in the jaw so hard I thought he broke it and then he threw me into a boekenkast which fell on me and broke my ankle. It took a few minuten but I eventually got back to my feet and before I knew it he was holding a gun to my head. I didn’t even know he owned a gun. At this point I was ignoring all the pain I was feeling and just lunged after him. During the struggle he dropped the gun which landed close to my legs so I picked it up and after a little bit of hesitation I realized he also had a mes so I figured my only way out was to shoot him. I only meant to hurt him give myself enough time to get out of the apartment so I shot him in the leg. Before I knew it we both collapsed to the ground he still had the mes in his hand and held it to my throat so I knew my only option was to shoot him again. That of let him slit my throat. I shot him in the chest which I’m guessing went straight through his hart-, hart and killed him. I was so panic stricken that I just barely crawled away from the body and then I passed out. minuten later I guess a neighbor heard the gunshots and called 911 the paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher. I had a minor concussion from hitting my head so hard on the boekenkast and I also had a cut on my cheek from where he had hit me. He had also managed to cut my neck a little so I had a small cut there as well. Then the paramedic told me my ankle was broken and I had some bruised ribs and would need to spend a few nights in the hospital to have surgery. Wow, it’s been years since I’ve talked about this to anyone.”
“It’s okay if u want to stop we can.”
“No, I’m okay. The ambulance arrived to the hospital and I was admitted all of this took place around ten thirty about an uur after the attack and I was sent to a room on the third floor. The nurse in the emergency room put a temporary cast on my ankle and told me they would be door to take x-rays later on that night. Around eleven a man came into my room and told me what he was going to do.”
“Hi ma’am my name is Louie, I’m going to take u down to radiology to do some x-rays on your ankle okay. Can u tell me your name and datum of birth so I know I have the right patient information?”
“Yeah, it’s Stella Bonasera and my datum of birth is September 14th, 1975.”
“Okay that’s what I got on my paper here, let’s get u in this wheelchair and then we’ll be off.”
“I remember he had the most adorable accent, pure New Yorker. He wheeled me down to the x-ray department and asked me to get up onto the table.”
“Alright ma’am this shouldn’t take very long but I need u to get up on this tafel, tabel for me so I can take the pictures.”
“I got on the tafel, tabel and he took the x-rays, then he took me back to my room, before he left though I asked him a question.”
“Hey, Louie can I ask u a question?”
“Sure, ma’am what is it?”
“Well I wanted to know do u think I’ll go to prison for what happened tonight?”
“Uhh I don’t know they just told me to take some x-rays, they didn’t say what happened to u of anything but I got a couple of minuten if u want to talk about it I can be a pretty good listener most of the time. Why do u think u would go to prison?”
“Well I came home pagina from work tonight and my drunken boyfriend attacked me. After punching me and throwing me into a bookshelf which feel on me breaking my ankle, and bruising some ribs, he held a gun to my head. I threw myself at him and we collapsed to the floor, during the struggle he dropped the gun and I picked it up. I only wanted to hurt him so I shot him in the leg but he came after me again and this time he had a mes which he held to my throat. I figured I was in a no win situation so I shot him again this time in the chest, killing him. I’m so scared I don’t want to go to prison but I killed a man…I…I don’t know what to do. u work at a hospital and have probably been to college so u got to know a little bit about law, that’s why I’m asking.”
“Wow, well Miss Bonasera you’ve been through hell tonight and I’m no lawyer but my brother is attending the police academy and will graduate soon. He says in self defense cases, which is what yours was, that the victim usually doesn’t do time. Now don’t go door what I say because I could be wrong but I don’t think u have too much to worry about in that aspect. It was a very traumatic experience though so u need to worry about making sure you’re okay mentally and environmentally.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Okay well thanks for listening and giving me some advice. u have a good night and take care of yourself.”
“Miss Bonasera if means anything that animal had no right treating u like that we get a lot of abuse victims that come through here and everyone of them breaks my heart. You’re a beautiful young woman and in my opinion your boyfriend got what was coming to him. Well, I better go my pager just went off and they need me on the sixth floor but u hang in there and take care of yourself. You’re strong, you’ll get through this. Goodnight.”
“Thanks Louie that does mean a lot what u zei thanks again for listening.”
“No problem.”
“He went on with his job that night but I was very touched door his kind words. Little did I know that was just the first of many things to come.”
“I was discharged from the hospital a couple of days later and had to go back to the apartment. I called my friend Sarah and told her what had happened and she zei I could stay with her until I found a new place. So I packed up all of my stuff and basically told the apartment manager to sell all of Frankie’s stuff. Then I moved in with Sarah and started looking for a new apartment. I had contacted my boss and let her know what was going on she zei to hang in there and take as much time as necessary to recover. If it hadn’t have been for my ankle I would have been back to work the dag after I got out of the hospital but it needed to heal and being a waitress isn’t exactly great for a broken ankle. A couple of weeks after the incident I went back to the hospital to pick up a prescription for some pain killers and I ran into Louie again.”
“Stella Bonasera didn’t think I’d see u again. What are u up too?”
“Louie, hi, well I needed some meer pain medicine and I could only get it filled through this pharmacy so I came up here to pick it up today. How have u been?”
“Doing good, doing good, just working as much as I can how did everything turn out for u legal wise? Should I be looking for your picture in the paper under recent arrests?”
Stella laughed and smiled at him.
“No, no my picture won’t be there turns out u were right the jury found me not guilty because it was self defense and there were even some co-workers of Frankie’s that testified in my defense saying Frankie had bought that gun illegally and had a temper. They also zei he was known to make threats so the judge backed the juries’ decision and I was found not guilty.”
“Alright that’s fantastic! Umm, listen there’s something I want to ask u since you’re here.”
“Sure, ask away.”
“Well, and I don’t want to sound like a jerk of some scumbag but I haven’t been able to get u out of my head since we met that night I took x-rays of your ankle and u told me what had happened to you. I told u that night I thought u were beautiful which is true but u just seemed really interesting and I wanted to make sure u were okay. I wanted to try to get your number of address from my boss but I couldn’t risk losing my job because I broke patient confidentiality. I know u just got out of a bad relationship and are going through hell right now but I’d like to take u out sometime. It doesn’t have to be like a datum of anything just go out have some drinks of just hang out. I just want to get to know u and correct me if I’m wrong but maybe u could use a friend? What do u think? Yes, no, maybe, get lost creep?”
Stella laughed at him and then answered his question.
“You’re very funny Louie and yes I did just get out of a horrible relationship but I don’t have many vrienden and I could use another one so yeah I’ll go out with u sometime for drinks of whatever. It’s very sweet of u to think about me and be concerned on how I’m doing. I’m staying with one of my few vrienden right now but why don’t u give me your number and I’ll give u a call sometime, when is the best time to reach you?”
“I go to work at 3:00 in the afternoon and work until 11:00pm, so anytime before that is fine but tomorrow I’m off so u can call at anytime no matter how late. Here’s my phone number and oh last name’s Messer door the way. Louie Messer. Thanks for doing this Stella, I just knew u were going to think I was some creep of something but I really do just want to get to know u so thanks for giving me a chance.”
“Well Louie you’re a very sweet guy and thank u for asking me, it’s nice to know someone cares. I better let u get back to work though; I’ll give u a call tomorrow sometime. Take it easy.”
“You do the same I’ll be looking vooruit, voorwaarts to your call. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Stella walked out of the hospital and headed back to her friends’ apartment, she was very excited about getting to know and going out with this Louie Messer guy.
Author’s Note: I got this idea from SuzzieSidle’s fan fic entitled Nuclear Explosion over at fanfiction.net; I thought it had a very cool twist and decided to borrow her idea. Be patient though Mac and Stella will eventually end up together in this fic but I have to do some background work to them first. Please read, comment, and enjoy. Thanks!]
seconde Chance at Love
Chapter One: Stella’s Story
Detective Mac Taylor walked into his office on Monday morning to meet with his newest employee, Stella Bonasera. He checked his emails and made a couple of phone calls before noticing a beautiful woman standing outside of his office. He hung the phone up and went outside to greet her and invited her into his office.
“Good morning ma’am, I’m Detective Mac Taylor u must be my new CSI, Stella Bonasera. It’s nice to meet you; Danny Messer has told me many things about you.” Mac zei as he shook Stella’s hand.
“Oh well I hope they’re not too bad Detective Taylor and u would be correct I’m Stella Bonasera. It’s nice to meet u as well Danny has told me a lot about you. I’m kind of nervous, this job is very important to me, and I promise I will not let u down, boss.”
“Well that’s good to hear and I have heard nothing but the best about u although I do have a few vragen about u as well.”
“Alright I expected as much I will tell u anything u want to know.”
“Okay well first of all Danny mentioned u are his sister-in-law and that you’re the widow of the late Louie Messer? I would first like to offer u my condolences I know he died several years geleden but I also know that the pain of losing a spouse never goes away for good. If u wouldn’t mind I would like to talk about your marriage to Louie and your relationship with Danny if that’s alright with you. If it’s too painful then we’ll leave it alone and keep our discussion strictly to the job. It’s up to you.”
Stella sighed.
“Detective Taylor…”
“Please it’s Mac.”
“Okay well Mac u seem like a nice man and someone I can trust and it is difficult to talk about Louie but I need to and u probably need to know since I will be working with a family member.”
“That was my main reason for bringing this up.”
“Okay well I will just start from the beginning. I graduated from high school when I was eighteen years old and was dating a guy named Frankie Mala. We started dating at the end of my senior jaar and were together for the volgende two years. When I was twenty years old I moved in with Frankie and we lived together for three months when things started to go bad. One night I came home pagina from work around nine o’clock and when I walked in to our apartment I realized Frankie had been drinking… a lot. I laid my portemonnee down on the tafel, tabel and walked over to him he got off of the divan, bank and started kissing me. He smelled so badly of alcohol that I couldn’t stand it so I pushed him away. He asked me what was wrong and I said,
“You’re drunk we’re not doing this while you’re drunk Frankie.”
Then he just kind of lost his temper. I had seen him mad before but never that mad. He punched me in the jaw so hard I thought he broke it and then he threw me into a boekenkast which fell on me and broke my ankle. It took a few minuten but I eventually got back to my feet and before I knew it he was holding a gun to my head. I didn’t even know he owned a gun. At this point I was ignoring all the pain I was feeling and just lunged after him. During the struggle he dropped the gun which landed close to my legs so I picked it up and after a little bit of hesitation I realized he also had a mes so I figured my only way out was to shoot him. I only meant to hurt him give myself enough time to get out of the apartment so I shot him in the leg. Before I knew it we both collapsed to the ground he still had the mes in his hand and held it to my throat so I knew my only option was to shoot him again. That of let him slit my throat. I shot him in the chest which I’m guessing went straight through his hart-, hart and killed him. I was so panic stricken that I just barely crawled away from the body and then I passed out. minuten later I guess a neighbor heard the gunshots and called 911 the paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher. I had a minor concussion from hitting my head so hard on the boekenkast and I also had a cut on my cheek from where he had hit me. He had also managed to cut my neck a little so I had a small cut there as well. Then the paramedic told me my ankle was broken and I had some bruised ribs and would need to spend a few nights in the hospital to have surgery. Wow, it’s been years since I’ve talked about this to anyone.”
“It’s okay if u want to stop we can.”
“No, I’m okay. The ambulance arrived to the hospital and I was admitted all of this took place around ten thirty about an uur after the attack and I was sent to a room on the third floor. The nurse in the emergency room put a temporary cast on my ankle and told me they would be door to take x-rays later on that night. Around eleven a man came into my room and told me what he was going to do.”
“Hi ma’am my name is Louie, I’m going to take u down to radiology to do some x-rays on your ankle okay. Can u tell me your name and datum of birth so I know I have the right patient information?”
“Yeah, it’s Stella Bonasera and my datum of birth is September 14th, 1975.”
“Okay that’s what I got on my paper here, let’s get u in this wheelchair and then we’ll be off.”
“I remember he had the most adorable accent, pure New Yorker. He wheeled me down to the x-ray department and asked me to get up onto the table.”
“Alright ma’am this shouldn’t take very long but I need u to get up on this tafel, tabel for me so I can take the pictures.”
“I got on the tafel, tabel and he took the x-rays, then he took me back to my room, before he left though I asked him a question.”
“Hey, Louie can I ask u a question?”
“Sure, ma’am what is it?”
“Well I wanted to know do u think I’ll go to prison for what happened tonight?”
“Uhh I don’t know they just told me to take some x-rays, they didn’t say what happened to u of anything but I got a couple of minuten if u want to talk about it I can be a pretty good listener most of the time. Why do u think u would go to prison?”
“Well I came home pagina from work tonight and my drunken boyfriend attacked me. After punching me and throwing me into a bookshelf which feel on me breaking my ankle, and bruising some ribs, he held a gun to my head. I threw myself at him and we collapsed to the floor, during the struggle he dropped the gun and I picked it up. I only wanted to hurt him so I shot him in the leg but he came after me again and this time he had a mes which he held to my throat. I figured I was in a no win situation so I shot him again this time in the chest, killing him. I’m so scared I don’t want to go to prison but I killed a man…I…I don’t know what to do. u work at a hospital and have probably been to college so u got to know a little bit about law, that’s why I’m asking.”
“Wow, well Miss Bonasera you’ve been through hell tonight and I’m no lawyer but my brother is attending the police academy and will graduate soon. He says in self defense cases, which is what yours was, that the victim usually doesn’t do time. Now don’t go door what I say because I could be wrong but I don’t think u have too much to worry about in that aspect. It was a very traumatic experience though so u need to worry about making sure you’re okay mentally and environmentally.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Okay well thanks for listening and giving me some advice. u have a good night and take care of yourself.”
“Miss Bonasera if means anything that animal had no right treating u like that we get a lot of abuse victims that come through here and everyone of them breaks my heart. You’re a beautiful young woman and in my opinion your boyfriend got what was coming to him. Well, I better go my pager just went off and they need me on the sixth floor but u hang in there and take care of yourself. You’re strong, you’ll get through this. Goodnight.”
“Thanks Louie that does mean a lot what u zei thanks again for listening.”
“No problem.”
“He went on with his job that night but I was very touched door his kind words. Little did I know that was just the first of many things to come.”
“I was discharged from the hospital a couple of days later and had to go back to the apartment. I called my friend Sarah and told her what had happened and she zei I could stay with her until I found a new place. So I packed up all of my stuff and basically told the apartment manager to sell all of Frankie’s stuff. Then I moved in with Sarah and started looking for a new apartment. I had contacted my boss and let her know what was going on she zei to hang in there and take as much time as necessary to recover. If it hadn’t have been for my ankle I would have been back to work the dag after I got out of the hospital but it needed to heal and being a waitress isn’t exactly great for a broken ankle. A couple of weeks after the incident I went back to the hospital to pick up a prescription for some pain killers and I ran into Louie again.”
“Stella Bonasera didn’t think I’d see u again. What are u up too?”
“Louie, hi, well I needed some meer pain medicine and I could only get it filled through this pharmacy so I came up here to pick it up today. How have u been?”
“Doing good, doing good, just working as much as I can how did everything turn out for u legal wise? Should I be looking for your picture in the paper under recent arrests?”
Stella laughed and smiled at him.
“No, no my picture won’t be there turns out u were right the jury found me not guilty because it was self defense and there were even some co-workers of Frankie’s that testified in my defense saying Frankie had bought that gun illegally and had a temper. They also zei he was known to make threats so the judge backed the juries’ decision and I was found not guilty.”
“Alright that’s fantastic! Umm, listen there’s something I want to ask u since you’re here.”
“Sure, ask away.”
“Well, and I don’t want to sound like a jerk of some scumbag but I haven’t been able to get u out of my head since we met that night I took x-rays of your ankle and u told me what had happened to you. I told u that night I thought u were beautiful which is true but u just seemed really interesting and I wanted to make sure u were okay. I wanted to try to get your number of address from my boss but I couldn’t risk losing my job because I broke patient confidentiality. I know u just got out of a bad relationship and are going through hell right now but I’d like to take u out sometime. It doesn’t have to be like a datum of anything just go out have some drinks of just hang out. I just want to get to know u and correct me if I’m wrong but maybe u could use a friend? What do u think? Yes, no, maybe, get lost creep?”
Stella laughed at him and then answered his question.
“You’re very funny Louie and yes I did just get out of a horrible relationship but I don’t have many vrienden and I could use another one so yeah I’ll go out with u sometime for drinks of whatever. It’s very sweet of u to think about me and be concerned on how I’m doing. I’m staying with one of my few vrienden right now but why don’t u give me your number and I’ll give u a call sometime, when is the best time to reach you?”
“I go to work at 3:00 in the afternoon and work until 11:00pm, so anytime before that is fine but tomorrow I’m off so u can call at anytime no matter how late. Here’s my phone number and oh last name’s Messer door the way. Louie Messer. Thanks for doing this Stella, I just knew u were going to think I was some creep of something but I really do just want to get to know u so thanks for giving me a chance.”
“Well Louie you’re a very sweet guy and thank u for asking me, it’s nice to know someone cares. I better let u get back to work though; I’ll give u a call tomorrow sometime. Take it easy.”
“You do the same I’ll be looking vooruit, voorwaarts to your call. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Stella walked out of the hospital and headed back to her friends’ apartment, she was very excited about getting to know and going out with this Louie Messer guy.
