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05 August 2010 @ 02:31 pm
But After Tonight? - CSI: NY  

Title: But After Tonight?
Author: jedimasterstar 
Rating: FRT (PG-13)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: N/A
Theme: #233 – After tonight. for 500themes
Genre/s: Drama
Warnings: Only that there will be an Original Character present. Be warned!
Words: 1,564
Summary: Mac goes on his first date in years. He is nervous about it. Will it turn out alright?
Disclaimer/Claimer: CSI: NY does not belong to me – it belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. Stephanie, however, is mine. As well as Nyx. Please don’t use without permission.

 A/N: There is some Doctor Who references in here. Mostly because my series is based in Pete’s World. For those who don’t know what I am talking about, just look up Doctor Who – Pete’s World is from the 2005 revival. 

It was Friday night and Mac was nervous. First off, he never went out on a Friday night – he usually either worked or stayed at home. Not tonight – tonight he was doing something that he had not since Peyton left a couple of years ago. He was going on a date.
And that was what he was making him nervous. He wanted to make sure Stephanie had a good time; but he also did not want to ruin it. He had never had much luck in the relationship department since Claire died. He had made it a bad habit of comparing every woman to Claire. He did not do it much during his relationship with Peyton; but deep down, Mac knew that it would have never worked.
So, for his night with Stephanie, he was going to take her to dinner and to a movie. Maybe also to the jazz club – that would be nice. Now all he needed to do was get ready to pick her up. Can’t go looking like I just came off of work, he thought as he looked through his closet.
He ended up wearing black pants and a burgundy dress shirt. He wanted to be as casual as possible but not too casual. I’m turning into a woman, he thought as he looked at the mirror one last time before he grabbed his keys and left his apartment. What had him thinking was – What about after tonight?


He arrived at her apartment around 7:30. Knocking on her door, he waited patiently for her to answer it. “Coming!” came the feminine voice from the other side of the door. He watched as Stephanie opened the door and said, “Mac! You’re early! Come in.” She motioned for him to enter.
As he walked in, he noticed that her apartment had a warm, welcoming feeling to it. He looked around the living room, taking note of the light blue walls; black leather furniture and black coffee table; and the plasma TV hanging off the wall. He then turned to look at her. Stephanie had her wavy brown hair down; and her light blue with black floral print seemed to highlight her green eyes. She finished off the outfit with black slacks and sandals. “Nice place,” he complimented, though he was mostly looking at her than the living room.
“Thanks. I’m not much into decorating; so I just put together what I thought looked good,” she said as she grabbed her purse. “But I should warn you that I have a cat. She’s currently hiding at the moment but she has deemed herself my bodyguard,” she warned.
“A cat?”
“Her name’s Nyx. She’s a black cat, so I thought the name suited her,” she replied. “Are we ready?”
“If you are,” he replied. He opened the door for her and walked out behind her, allowing her the chance to lock her door. They then entered the elevator and began their night.


Mac took her to a small Italian restaurant that Stella usually treated the gang at work. It was small, but it was elegant. “I like this,” commented Stephanie as they were shown to their table.
Mac smiled. He was hoping she would. “I heard about this place from a friend of mine. It was either this or a Greek restaurant,” he told her.
“I would have been happy either way,” she said as she looked around. After ordering some wine, they then ordered their food – Mac got shrimp alfredo while Stephanie ordered chicken parmesan with spaghetti. “So, I guess this is where we find out more about ourselves,” she said. “You want to start, or should I?”
He laughed. “You don’t go out much, do you?” he asked.
“Not if I can help it. But I will say this, I am enjoying the company,” she answered with a smile. Mac worked hard to fight the blush that was threatening to show. She laughed and said, “I’m not from the city. So I rather just stay at home and not get lost.”
“Where are you from?”
“Los Angeles,” she replied.
“And you came to New York because…” Mac trailed off, not really knowing how to phrase his question.
“Work. I was offered a position at Adams Academy, a boarding school here in the city.”
“What do you teach?”
“World history and mythology. What about you? Are you from New York?” she asked. The waitress then showed up with their food.
“Chicago, actually. I moved to New York after retiring from the military,” replied Mac as he accepted his plate.
“You were in the military?” asked Stephanie.
“Marines,” he clarified. They ate in friendly silence until he asked, “What really prompted you to leave LA?”
She sighed. “That obvious, huh? In truth, my cousin was getting on my nerves. Now, I love him; but sometimes, he can be a handful,” she told him.
“Your cousin?”
“The always wonderful Tony Stark,” Stephanie replied sarcastically. “Note that I said always wonderful sarcastically.”
Mac looked at her in shock. “You’re related to Tony Stark? The billionaire arms dealer?”
“Former arms dealer,” she corrected. “He’s trying to improve his image since his return from Afghanistan.”
“Still.” He just could not believe that he was on a date with Stark’s cousin. “Any other relatives I should know about?” he asked.
“Two older brothers that I don’t get along with as well as my parents. Besides Tony, I have four other cousins, children of my mother’s younger brother William. The only one of those four I get along with is my cousin Ella. Real name’s Elizabeth, but we all call her Ella. She lives in London right now, about to start working for Torchwood. Though how that fits in with her career as an archaeologist, I don’t know,” she replied. She looked up at him and asked, “What about your family?”
“My father died years ago. My mother, two brothers, and sister still live in Chicago, but I hardly talk to them anymore. We had a bad falling out years ago.”
“Believe me, after thirty years with my family, I am glad for a break,” she told him.
“You’re thirty?” asked Mac. Now he felt old. What was he doing on a date with someone so young.
“Yep, and proud of it. How old are you?”
“Forty-six,” he answered as he began to feel uncomfortable.
Noticing his nervousness, she smiled and said, “I don’t care about age. Besides, I like older men. They have more manners and experience.” That made him feel slightly more comfortable. “So, were you ever married?” she asked.
“Once. She died in the 9/11 attacks.”
Stephanie’s face turned to sadness as she said, “Oh, Mac, I’m sorry. I should not have asked.”
He smiled at her and said, “It’s alright. You didn’t know. I have recently come to terms with it, so it doesn’t hurt as much.”
“Still,” she said. As they began to eat their dessert, they began to talk about all sorts of topics – weather differences, politics, crime rate, and, interestingly, if the new experimental plan was safer than the current zeppelins. “I hate zeppelin travel,” she told him, “I rather give the new plane a try than to fly that helium death trap.”
“If you want,” he told her. When they were finished, Mac paid the bill and they left. “What movie are you interested in seeing?” he asked her as they drove to the theater.
“I heard that the new Percy Jackson movie is good,” replied Stephanie. He nodded; and when they arrived at the theater, he paid for tickets to see the movie. As the previews began to roll, he smiled when he felt her put her head on his shoulder. So far, so good, he thought. But after tonight?


When they left the theater, Stephanie laughed. “It’s creepy but funny that the actress who played Athena looks so much like Stella,” she said.
Mac glared at her and said, “It’s not funny.” When the council room scene came on, Mac was severely startled by the actress. But his date thought it was funny.
“Oh, lighten up. Where to next? The night’s still young,” she pointed out as they reached his SUV.
“I was thinking about going to a jazz club that I usually play at,” he answered.
“You play?”
“Bass guitar.”
“Then you’ll have to play for me sometime,” said Stephanie. 
When they reached the club, Mac pulled into a parking space designated for him. “One of the perks of being one of the club’s main guitarists,” he explained as he helped her out. She smiled and allowed him to led her in.
As he looked around the busy club, Mac knew that something may happen. “We may not be alone,” he commented.
“Obviously,” she retorted.
He shook his head. “Not what I meant,” he corrected as they walked in. Noticing a group of familiar people sitting at a table in the corner, he looked at her and smiled. “How about meeting a few people?” he asked as he led her through the crowd. “But, before we meet them, I need to ask this – what is going to happen after tonight?” he asked.
Stephanie smiled and said, “I have had a wonderful time with you. I was hoping that after tonight I would be seeing you more often.”
He returned her smile and said, “After tonight then?”
“After tonight.” 

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