A/N: Well, my first Newsroom story.

We don't know a thing about Mac's family so I created my own version.

Mac's father is Sir Alexander McHale, married to Elizabeth McHale. They had tho children, Tom (Thomas) McHale and Mackenzie McHale (five years younger than her brother). Tom is married to Sarah and they have two kids: Emily (3) and David (1).

This first chapter is a bit short but the next ones are longer, don't worry :)

I hope you all enjoy it :)

It was a cold November's Saturday morning and Mackenzie didn't know why the hell she was walking into an empty newsroom at 8 a.m. She had been woken up early by a phone call and, after a long hour on the phone with her mother, she decided to take advantage of the early hours and go do some work. As she suspected, the room was empty and, without noticing it, she sighed in relief: she wasn't really in the mood to talk.

Resigned, she stepped into her office, balancing her purse, her pad and her venti Starbucks latte while trying to switch on the lights. She left everything on her desk before taking off her coat and throwing it onto one of the chairs in front of her desk. Then, she turned on her computer and sat down on her chair, taking a deep breath. She spent two minutes searching for her reading glasses and, after internally admitting her clumsiness of forgetting them at home, she opened one of the drawers under her desk to reach for her spare ones.

Between small sips of her latte and deep sighs, she read her work related emails and answered the ones she absolutely had to, leaving the rest for Monday morning. Then, she switched to her personal account and, after a quick look, Mac smiled. She had an email from her three-years-old niece. She knew that it was her brother's doing but she smiled anyway. She read it, enjoying the stories little Emily shared with her. Once she finished, she noticed a file attached so she quickly opened it. The picture made her heart melt: Emily and her little brother Daniel were sitting on their couch holding a sign that read 'We love you, Auntie Mac!'. Mackenzie, overjoyed, printed it and took an small bit of tape from the tape dispenser on her desk to hang it up next to the other ones she had on the board behind her desk.

Mac turned her chair around to look at the pictures. She stared at them, in deep thought. She loved her job, she loved New York, but she also missed her family and, on certain days, she wished she was with them in London and not sitting alone, in her office, at the other side of the Atlantic ocean. Thank God we have Skype, Mac thought.

Tired of feeling sorry for herself, she broke her chain of thought and tried to return to her work but her mind kept wandering. After half an hour reading the same page of a memo without getting a thing, she decided to take a break. She took another sip of her coffee and frowned in disgust after realizing it had gone cold. She threw it into the trash can and stood up, decided to get another one.

"I need a cigarette first." Mac said out loud. She had stopped smoking a few years ago but, from time to time, she liked to occasionally indulge herself. She rummaged through her purse, the drawers and the cabinets in her office but she didn't find the packed of Marlboro Lights she thought she had hidden there, somewhere. Frustrated, she grabbed her ACN mug and stormed out of her office. She went to the small kitchen to make herself another coffee while she thought where she could get the cigarette she wanted. Something clicked on her mind: Will always kept an spare packet in his office. Smiling proudly at herself, she picked up her newly made coffee and went to Will's office.

She didn't bother to turn on the lights, she went directly to open the second drawer of his desk and, with a satisfied grin, she stole a cigarette and his lighter. For a moment, she thought of going to the terrace to smoke it but she changed her mind and made herself comfortable on his chair, lifting her legs onto his desk and reclining on his chair. Will smoked inside all the time so nobody would know the difference.

Mac put the cigarette between her lips and lighted it up, closing her eyes and taking a long drag before setting it between her fingers. With her other hand, she brought the mug to her lips and drank almost half of the coffee inside. She left her mug on the desk and grabbed her Blackberry from the front pocket of her jeans. Slowly, she scrolled down through the News Feed on her twitter account looking for something interesting, but she found nothing. Frustrated, she threw the Blackberry onto Will's desk and closed her eyes, determined to enjoy her cigarette before she had to go back her office and do something useful.

Mac was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the door being opened, neither she saw Will standing there, a mix of confusion and amusement written on his face.

"I thought you had your own office." Will said. Startled, Mac nearly jumped out of the chair; her legs fell to the floor and she almost burned herself when the cigarette fell on her jeans before ending on the carpeted floor. She quickly recovered it and took another drag before stubbing it out.

"You scared me!" She exclaimed, making Will laugh out loud.

"Well, that's what happens when you sneak into my office and steal my cigarettes." Will replied, grinning. "Did you burn my carpet?"

"No, and it would have been your fault, Mister."

Mac made no attempt to get up from his chair so Will took off his coat and, after hanging it, sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"What are you doing here?" Mac asked once he was seated.

"Couldn't sleep." He told her. "And you?"

"My mother forgot about the fucking time difference, again, and woke me up at six thirty. I couldn't go back to sleep so here I am." Mac explained.

"Are they alright?"

"Yeah." She quickly replied. "She called, over excited, to tell me that they, along with my brother and his family, are coming for Thanksgiving."

"They don't celebrate Thanksgiving." Will said, confused.

"That's what I told her!" Mac exclaimed again. "But you know my mother, any festive event is good to organize a family reunion."

"Tell them to stop by. It would be nice to see them again." He said, surprising her.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Ok."

They fell into an awkward silence, Will was being nice and Mac wasn't sure what to do. He was staring at her and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. With a big gulp, she finished her coffee and stood up.

"I'm gonna do some work." Mac said.

"Wanna go over some things for next week?" Will asked, trying to stop her plan of returning to her office. He enjoyed her company, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

"Oh." She hesitated. "Ok. Do you have your copy here?"

"I do."

"Perfect." Mac replied, sitting down again on his chair and smiling at him.

"Are you gonna let me sit on my chair?" He asked, teasing her.

"No, it's comfy." She teased him back.

Giving up, he opened his briefcase, took out some files and they began to work.