Disclaimer: They are not mine
Spoilers: I don't know yet.
A/N: For Dana who is in need of Smacked. Of course she's going to have to wait until the next chapter for it, but still. If you write it, they will read. Well, at least that's how it's supposed to work. I do reference another story in here, Payback, Mac Taylor by Piper Maru Duchovny. Go. Read it. It's so hot.
"Hey Linds," Stella started, flopping down in one of the chairs by the office door.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Are you busy tonight?"
"Danny's working, so I had only planned to play with Lucy and go to bed early. Why?"
"Because I need to go shopping."
"Shopping," Lindsay repeated, as if the word was foreign to her.
"I need something new to wear. I um… I have… um… a date."
"Really?"
"Well don't looked so shocked! I'm still a desirable woman!"
"I didn't mean it like that, I'm just surprised you have time to date. I live with Danny and I haven't even kissed him in four days."
Stella smirked.
"But this is not about me. You need something to wear because you have a date."
"Yes."
"But Stell, you have tons of clothes."
"I know, but he's seen me in everything I own."
There was a silence as Lindsay's jaw slowly dropped and her eyes got big.
"Are you going on a date with Mac?!" she fairly screeched, chucking her pen across the desk in glee.
"Shhh!"
"You're going on a date with Mac?" she repeated, whispering this time.
"It's not a date kind of date."
"So what, it's a dried up fig?"
"Gross."
"Well what's a date that's not a date kind of date?"
"Dinner."
"And?"
"That's all he said, but the implication was clear."
Lindsay shook her head.
"I'm confused. How did this happen?"
"Well last week, remember what you saw?"
"How could I forget? That kiss was… whoa."
"Yes, I figured from the way you fanned yourself with that tox report three days later."
"I mostly just did that because it made you blush."
"Do you want me to tell you this or not?"
"Tell please."
"I took your advice. And that lack of conversation lead to an actual conversation and then… it just sort of happened."
"What exactly did he say?"
"Just that we should stop ignoring the obvious."
"Wow."
"There was more to it than that, but that's the gist."
Lindsay grinned, her hands clutched in her lap.
"I knew it. From the first time I watched you two together, I knew it."
"Yeah, you're very smart."
"Thank you for realizing that. Lucy and I will swing by and pick you up at 6."
"I can drive."
"Not like this. Your hands are shaking."
Stella looked down and smiled a little.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Well, I could hazard a guess, but it would come out in a swoony voice and then you would most likely hit me with something."
"You are sworn to secrecy about this. I mean it, Lindsay. Not a word."
"Ooh, I hate keeping secrets."
"But you had better because your husband has the biggest mouth in the city and he gossips like a girl."
"I promise I will keep it a secret as long as I can."
"And don't look at Mac like you know either."
"Of course not. That would freak him out."
"Okay, so six?"
"We'll be there."
"Thanks, Linds," she said, standing up and starting to leave the room. "And please make sure I don't buy a "come and get it" dress."
"But don't you… never mind. I'll make sure."
They shared a knowing look and Stella slipped from the room, her stomach in knots. Was this really a good idea? Did she really want to date Mac? It only took a split second of remembering that kiss to convince herself that she most certainly did.
