This is a sequel to my story Going Home. I would recommend reading Going Home before reading this one as there are characters introduced in the original story that appear in this one and without the background this story may not make sense.

It had been two weeks since Will, Mac and Lonny had been in Lincoln covering the tornadoes. Jane was arriving in New York for a short visit before her final move in another two weeks.

Mac, standing in the waiting area at LaGuardia, was meeting Jane's plane. Will had had a meeting and wasn't able to reschedule. He'd offered to send a car service for her but Mac wanted to meet her.

Jane was one of the first people out of the gate area. "Jane," Mac said.

"Mackenzie, how are you," she asked, hugging her.

"I'm great, how was your flight?"

"Not bad, I had a row to myself."

"I'm never that lucky," Mac said. "Baggage claim is just down here," Mac said leading her to the claim area. "Will is in a meeting that couldn't be rescheduled. He sends his apologies."

"No problem. I've got lots of paperwork to fill out, and honestly, Mac, I'd love just some down time."

Mac smiled. "I understand completely. We'll get your luggage and get you home. Will and I won't be home until probably about ten, maybe a little earlier."

They stopped in front of the carousel that was supposed to bring out the luggage from Jane's flight.

"How many bags do you have?"

"Two."

"Is everything all right," Mac asked, touching Jane's arm.

"Mac, honestly, you don't have time…."

"I'll make time. Let's gather your bags and we'll go home and have some lunch and we can talk all you'd like.

"Thanks," Jane said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

The alarm sounded to let the passengers know that the carousel was about to start moving.

While Jane was watching for her bags Mac sent a text to Jim letting him know she'd be longer than she'd originally thought. The next text was to Will and it said she was going to have lunch with Jane and she'd be back in a while. Jim answered her text telling her to take her time that he was fine. Will didn't respond and she hadn't expected him to as he was in a meeting.

"Shall we," Jane asked, rolling her bags toward the door.

Mac took control of one of the bags and showed Jane the way to the car that Will had waiting on them. The driver loaded the bags and opened the door for them with Mac going in first and across the back seat followed by Jane.

The driver asked if he should take a specific route to Hudson Street, or if they preferred to go through Manhattan.

"Whichever is fastest," Mac said.

"I thought you might have Lonny with you."

"He's with Will at a meeting. I'm sure he'd much rather be with us."

Their driver took them partially through Manhattan and Mac spent the drive showing Jane the tourist attractions and telling her about the different neighborhoods. By the time they reached Mac and Will's apartment both of their stomachs were growling. The doorman helped with the bags and the driver asked Mac if he should wait.

"No I'm not sure how long I'll be, go ahead and go. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, getting back into his car.

"Do you always use a service," Jane asked.

"Will does. I like the subway and walking on the street. But he gets recognized so often that it's easier for him to use a car service."

"Are you used to it, the people coming up to him?"

"Yes, it's part of the job, no matter where or when. There are even groups of fans that wait on the street for him to finish and come talk to them and sign autographs and take pictures."

"I don't think I'd ever get used to that scrutiny. "

"Don't think that it doesn't get to him sometimes, but he knows it is part of the job he chose. There are amazing perks, too, so it balances out."

Mac led them to the elevator and put her key in to take them upstairs. When they got off the elevator Jane was in awe.

"This is amazing. Look at the view," she said going over to look out the windows.

"You can go out on the balcony, if you want. I'll see what we have for lunch."

Mac was looking in the refrigerator when Jane came into the kitchen. "Any luck," she asked.

"We have sandwich meat and looks to be some type of pasta salad, will that work?"

"Sounds good. Can I help?"

"Will you grab us a couple of plates," she asked pointing to a cabinet.

Mac put the food on the counter so they could assemble their sandwiches. Once they were ready to eat Mac grabbed a couple of bottles of water and led Jane out onto the balcony to eat and enjoy the sunshine.

"Are you okay," Mac asked.

"I feel like my life is out of control. I'm living out of boxes, I'm trying to help the doctor I work for hire a new PA to replace me, Michael showed up yesterday at my office. He wouldn't come inside and he wouldn't leave. Eventually, we had to call the police and they made him leave. I'm moving in two weeks. I've got tons of paperwork to fill out to get my license established and paperwork for the hospital so I can attend orientation in two weeks."

"I know what you're going through, Jane. When I was in the process of being embedded…I'm sorry, you don't know this," she said when Jane looked confused.

"You were embedded, where?"

"Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan."

"Okay, my whining about my paperwork, I'm sure, has nothing on what you had to fill out for the military."

"I understand the frustration. I'll help any way I can," Mac offered.

"Thanks."

They chatted until Mac received a text from Will asking her where she was.

"If you'll excuse me," Mac said going inside to call him.

"Hey, Mac."

"Hi, how was the meeting?"

"Long."

"Sorry," she replied.

"Have you had lunch?"

"Just finishing up. I ate with Jane."

"Did she get in okay?"

"She's feeling over-whelmed with moving and leaving Lincoln and there was an incident with Michael yesterday."

"What did he do?"

"He showed up at her office but wouldn't come in the building and wouldn't leave until the police came and told him to leave."

"I'm sure she was mortified. Is she close by, can I talk to her a second?"

"Sure, one minute."

Mac walked back out onto the balcony and handed the phone to Jane. "Will would like to speak with you," Mac said and then went inside to give her some privacy.

"Hey big brother. Love your apartment."

"Thanks. Are you okay?"

"I am. Mac and I talked some. I had no idea she was in the Middle East. Kind of put things in perspective for me."

"Good. Send Mac back to the office, we've got a show to put on tonight. You're welcome to come watch, if you'd like."

"I think I'm going to stay in and get my paperwork completed and that way I'll have tomorrow to come watch the show."

"You're welcome any time."

"Thanks. I'll send Mac back to work. Do you need to talk to her again?"

"No, I'll see her soon enough," he said smiling.

Jane grabbed their plates and took them into the kitchen where Mac was cleaning up and putting the leftover food back into the refrigerator.

"Will said I was to send you back to the office to put on a show."

Mac smiled and took her phone from Jane. "Thanks. If you need anything call us, we're not too busy, I promise."

"Thanks. I appreciate you taking the time to listen."

"You're welcome. Enjoy the sunshine. If you need Internet access, I wrote the password down for you. There are some other numbers too, just in case you need them. I'd better run," Mac said handing Jane the paper.

"See you later."

"Bye," Mac said going to the elevator.

Will's door was propped open when she returned to the newsroom. He was concentrating on what he was typing and didn't see her standing in his doorway.

"Hey."

He leaned back and saw who it was and smiled. "Hey, Mac."

"Writing your script?"

"Trying to, it's not flowing."

"How long have you been working on it?"

"Too long. That's part of the problem. I need a break. Want to go grab a coffee?"

"If we can get something sweet, too," she bargained with him.

He smiled at her and said, "you drive a hard bargain," teasing.

"Keeping me in sugar will make your afternoon easier, trust me."

He smiled at her and guided her toward the elevator with his hand on her back. "How's Jane?"

"She'll be better in a couple of weeks when she gets back to a routine. Until then, it will be hard for her, I think."

"She said it helped to talk to you."

"Good."

When the elevator doors opened there was no one inside. Will took advantage of this and kissed her. Her hand was on his cheek, holding him close. When she pulled back, she ran her thumb across his lips to remove the lipstick. He kept his head resting against hers.

"What's wrong," she asked.

He shook his head. "When you're ready, okay," she said.

"Thanks," he whispered and moved away from her as the elevator doors opened.

"What kind of sugar would you like?"

"Cookies, I think would work nicely."

He smiled at her and placed his hand on her back. He needed contact with her.

"Where did you want to get coffee, normal place?"

"Isn't there a bakery attached to the coffee shop a few blocks north?"

"Is it new?"

Mac made sure that she knew every bakery and pastry shop within five blocks, just in case she needed something.

He smiled at her and said, "It opened last week."

"How do you know about it?"

"I heard some staffers talking about it on the elevator," he said.

"Let's give it a go," she said excited about the prospect of a new bakery.

As they were walking Mac's phone buzzed. "I've just got a meeting invite, a two hour meeting, with Charlie and Don for this afternoon," she said and looked at him. She knew he knew something from the way he was acting. "You don't have to tell me any details, but are we all right, just yes or no."

He sighed and looked at her. "Was this what your meeting was about this morning," she asked.

He took her hand and pulled her to the side so they wouldn't be blocking people. He pulled her close to him and said, "we're fine."

"That's all I need to know," she said. He needed to talk to her about this. She could see he was still bothered by something.

"If you want to talk, we can go somewhere," she offered.

"We can't do what I want right now."

"What do you want to do," she asked.

"I want to go lay on a couch, with my head on your chest."

It wasn't very often that he fully admitted that he needed to be held.

"Let's go to my apartment, we'll grab a cab and be there in a few minutes. Jim can cover for us and we'll talk about anything you want."

He nodded and hailed them a cab. They were both quiet on the way to her old apartment. He was lost in his thoughts while she texted Jim that they would be out for a little while but reachable by phone. When they arrived at Mac's she opened the door for them and as she shut the door she was in Will's arms and he had her pulled as close as possible with his head against her shoulder.

"Are you all right?" He was starting to worry her.

He pulled back and said, "yes. Can we sit?"

She took his hand and led him to the couch. They ended up with him laying on his side and his head on her chest, their legs entwined.

"What can you tell me?"

"You'll be told all of it in a little while but I'll tell you. I know what I tell you stays between you and me."

She kissed his temple and held him tightly. "You can tell me anything, Will."