When Will finally signed off for the night it was after one. He threw to Jane, who was going to take them through the west coast races. Will had done his job. He called the Presidency, now he was ready to go home. He knew there was still a party going on in their bullpen area, but the only person he wanted to party with was Mackenzie.

Will saw that Mac had her technical team together and slipped in the back of the control room. He listened to her thank the staff and compliment them on jobs very well done. They all clapped for each other and then she said she didn't want to see any of them in before four that afternoon. The staff dispersed leaving Will and Mac alone in the control room. This was the first time they had alone when they didn't have to be either back on the air, or back in the control room.

"Hi," he said.

"You did excellent out there tonight, Billy."

"Thanks. You ran a great show."

She smiled and said, "thanks." There was this awkwardness about them. She tried to move them onto a somewhat safe topic. "The staff are going to Hang Chews for a celebratory drink. Do you want to join them?"

Will knew that they should go spend some time with the staff, but all he really wanted to do was to take Mac home. He assumed they were spending the night together, but what if she needed, or wanted to go home. He could go with her, he thought. "We should," he finally said.

"But," she added for him, smiling.

"I'd love some down time with you, just you and me."

"That sounds nice. I wasn't sure how long we'd be here, so I've got clothes and everything I need in my office. We can go to yours whenever you'd like," she said.

He realized that he hadn't touched her, or kissed her or anything. He was so used to keeping her at arm's length he'd forgotten that he didn't have to do that any more. He moved closer to her and took her hand in his and leaned down to kiss her.

She knew it was going to take some time to get used to one another again, but they did okay in the office every day. She kissed him back for a few moments and when she pulled back she said, "go change and we'll get out of here."

"Okay, I'll come find you in a few. Do you need to do anything before we leave?"

"Not at all."

"Okay, I'm going to go," he said and quickly turned and left the control room.

"That could have gone better," Mac thought to herself. She grabbed her things and walked through the bullpen, which was still full of people celebrating, to her office. She was catching up on emails when Will knocked on her door.

"You ready?" she asked him.

"Yes. My driver is downstairs," he said, his hands in his pockets.

She could tell he was nervous. She shut down her computer and grabbed her purse and pulled her small suitcase out of the corner. Will took that for her and she said, "thanks."

Together they walked to the elevator and when it arrived they were all alone. They weren't talking and it seemed awkward again. Some of it was how tired they both were and some of it was the unknown. Thankfully, their elevator didn't make any stops. Will motioned for her to exit first and he followed. When they got to the street Will opened the door for Mac and gave the driver Mac's luggage to put in the trunk.

When the driver got back in he said, "where to, Mr. McAvoy?"

"Home, please." He looked over at Mackenzie and she had her eyes closed and her head resting back against the seat. He took her hand and when he did so, she opened her eyes, but didn't lift her head. "I'm exhausted and I have no idea how you are still able to hold your eyes open," he said.

"Sheer will at this point, I think," she said.

Will pushed the button to engage the privacy panel and when it was in place he said, "when was the last time you slept?"

"I slept some last night."

"How much, Mac?"

"Maybe two hours," she said after thinking about it for too long.

He saw her eyes close and he didn't talk any more on the ride to his apartment. He knew she was about to collapse from sheer exhaustion. The car stopped and the driver got out. Will opened his door and looked at her, she was still asleep. He got out and walked to her side of the car and opened her door. Still, she remained asleep.

"Mac," he said quietly. Her eyes popped open and she sat up. "Come on," he said holding his hand out for her.

She easily took his hand and let him help her out of the car. He took her suitcase from the driver and gave him a tip and then led Mac into the building. He said hello to the concierge and the front desk person and walked into the elevator and inserted his key. "I've got a key for you upstairs," he said to Mac.

"Thanks," she said and yawned, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He knew he had to get her into bed very soon. The elevator door opened and Will led them into the apartment. He led Mac straight back to the bedroom. As soon as they entered the bedroom she kicked off her shoes. He led her over to the bed, "sit, please." When she was sitting he put her suitcase next to her. "Do you have something to sleep in, in here, or do you need a shirt?"

She heard him speaking but what he was saying wasn't really registering.

When he realized she wasn't going to respond to him he leaned down so he could look in her eyes. He cupped her chin and lifted her head gently. "Do you need a shirt to sleep in, Kenz?"

She smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay, right back," he said and went over to his dresser and found a t-shirt for her. He turned and walked back to her and she was lying on her side, asleep. He laid the shirt down on the end of the bed and decided to leave her there, for now.

Will walked into the living room and poured a drink. He knew he needed to sleep, but he was still too wound up. He'd, no, they'd had a big day. He walked out to the balcony and stood there, taking in the city and thinking about all that had happened in the last few hours. He'd stood there for a while. He'd finished his drink and put his glass on the table. He now was leaning on the railing, relaxing. All of a sudden he jerked when he felt something on his back and quickly turned around.

"Jesus, Mac, you scared me," he said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm not used to anybody being here," he said and pulled her against his side. "I thought you'd be asleep for a while."

"My sleep schedule is so screwed up that a few minutes gets me by for a while."

Her statement worried him. "How long has your sleep schedule been screwed up?"

"A while."

He wanted her to go back to sleep and hopefully, sleep for a longer period of time. "You feel like going back to bed?"

"Are you coming with me," she asked, looking up at him, her eyes big.

He smiled at her and nodded. "Come on," he said, taking her hand, and leading her back into the bedroom. Once they were in the bedroom he turned to her and said, "you may not remember this, but I asked you earlier if you need something to sleep in."

"There may be some yoga pants in my bag, but I'm honestly not sure. I don't really remember what I packed. Where is my bag?"

"Here you go," he said picking up her bag and placed it on the bed for her.

She opened the bag and looked through the contents. She found a pair of yoga pants and put them on the bed. She also took out her bathroom kit and put it on top of the pants. "Did you put this out for me?" she asked touching the t-shirt.

He nodded. He was looking uncomfortable again. "Thanks. I'm going to go change, I'll be right back," she said gathering her things.

Will watched her walk into the bathroom.

Mac sat her things down on the counter and braced her arms. They were so uncomfortable and she had no idea how to get them comfortable. She found herself taking extra time in the bathroom so she wouldn't have to face the awkwardness of the bedroom. It wasn't as if they were strangers and they worked together almost every day, but this was different. After giving herself a pep talk she left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Will had moved her suitcase over to the corner, changed into sleep pants and a t-shirt and turned down the bed. He was standing next to the bed, not sure what to do with himself. She stopped by her side of the bed and pulled the covers back and slipped into bed.

"Do you need some water, or anything?" he asked, hoping to have something to do.

"I would like a glass of water, please."

He smiled; he had a mission now. "Right back," he said and walked into the kitchen. He got each of them some water and brought the glasses back to the bedroom. Mac was curled up on her side. He placed her water on her nightstand and then moved to put his down on his nightstand. He moved the covers back and slipped into bed, resting on his side facing her.

She reached for his cheek, her thumb rubbing just under his eye, gently. "Are you tired?"

He nodded. "Will you be able to sleep, or are you too tired?" she asked.

"I think I'll be okay. You want an Ambien?"

She shifted to her back and sighed. "If we didn't have to be in tomorrow I'd take one."

He lifted himself up on his elbow so he could look at her. "I'm going to suggest this even though I know I'm going to get shot down. Take tomorrow off."

She rolled back to her side and he lowered himself back to the bed. "The suit will be filed, we need to be there for the staff. This weekend, I'm not getting out of bed, or even going outside."

"There's no way," he teased. "You'll be stir crazy by Saturday night."

"Not this time, Billy."

He knew then how tired she really was and he needed to help her rest. "I'm all for a completely down weekend. Food comes to us and we lie around and rest and relax. Sounds like a great weekend."

She nodded.

He leaned over and kissed her and said, "may I hold you?"

She moved closer to him and he rolled onto his back, pulling her even closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her arm was around his waist. He kissed her head and said, "sleep, Kenz."

That was the last they talked for many hours. Mac may have told her staff to not be in before four, but Charlie told Will to make sure he and Mac didn't come in before then, either. Will woke first and when he looked at the clock it was almost eleven. Mac was still sound asleep and he hoped she'd sleep a while longer. He knew she wanted to be in the studio, but he agreed with Charlie, they both needed to take some extra time, especially, Mac.

Will got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom and then the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He grabbed the paper and read the headlines while it brewed. When it was finished he put the coffee in a thermal pot and took it along with cups, cream and sugar into the bedroom. He sat the tray on the table and poured himself a cup of coffee. He thought that the smell might wake her up, but she may have been too exhausted.

He heard her moan in her sleep while he was reading the paper, but she seemed to settle back down, so he continued reading. It was when he reached for the next section of the paper that she began thrashing about in her sleep and the moaning began again. He put he paper down and started to touch her back when she sat up and screamed, "no."

"Mac," he said moving closer to her.

She had her hands over her face and he could hear her crying. He pulled her against him and she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. He pulled her onto his lap and tried to help her calm down, soothingly rubbing her back. "I've got you, you're okay, Kenz. Just breathe and feel me holding you." He kept talking quietly to her until he felt her loosen her hold on his neck. He eased her back, just enough so he could see her face, "you okay?"

She nodded. "Can you talk about the dream?"

She shook her head. "It's okay, you don't have to, Kenz." He didn't know why, but it bothered him that she wouldn't talk about the dream with him. He had kept her at arm's length for so long, maybe that was why she was having trouble telling him.

She sat back further and said, "you don't understand." He started to say something and she placed her fingers over his mouth. "I can't tell anybody, I can't get it out."

"Does this happen a lot?" It didn't make him feel any better that she couldn't talk about the dream.

"Recently, it has."

"Because of the lack of sleep?" he asked.

"Probably that and the stress of both the lawsuit and yesterday's coverage."

"I want to help, any way I can." He had no idea that she'd not been able to talk about anything that had happened. Some of this was the Middle East and some of it was the way he'd treated her and some of it was Dantana and the lawsuit, let alone how stressful their normal jobs could be.

She thought about what he was saying. When she thought about it, he was probably the only one who could help. "This weekend, we can try to talk about it, okay?"

"Only if you want to, you don't have to, you know."

She nodded and wiped her cheeks. When she looked up at him she said, "thanks."

"I love you, Kenz. I hate to see you hurting."

She hugged him, placing her arms around his neck once again, this time with her mouth next to his ear she whispered, "I love you, Billy." She felt him tighten his arms around her. She leaned her head back and said, "I love you."

His lips were on hers faster than she thought he could move. After a few moments he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

"What time did Charlie want us in the office?" she asked, leaning back.

Will looked guilty. "It's okay, I know he didn't want us in until later," she said, her hand on his cheek.

"Four." She turned to look at the clock; it was 11:30am.

"Okay." It worried him that she was okay not going into the office until much later. When she came back Charlie had said she was exhausted, had she ever recovered? Somehow, he didn't think so.

"You want some coffee? It's in the thermal pot, so it's still hot," he explained. It wasn't that he was nervous, necessarily, but they'd not woken up together in a long time and before bed it was awkward. He'd hoped that the awkwardness was going to be over.

"Please."

He reached for the pot and poured her a cup of coffee, leaving room for cream and sugar. "Still cream and sugar?"

"Yes, please."

He busied himself fixing her coffee and then handed her the cup. She took a sip and closed her eyes, "perfect, thanks. Has the suit been filed?"

"I've not checked."

"Will," she said, reaching for her Blackberry. She quickly scrolled through her emails, not finding anything. "We can't pretend it's not happening."

Will grabbed his laptop and brought it onto the bed. He opened it up and began searching. Mac had moved behind him so she could read over his shoulder. He was looking through the search results when Mac said, "click on this one." He did as she asked. He noticed that she was sitting close to him, but she wasn't touching him. So, the awkwardness wasn't gone. She used to drape herself across his back when they were both looking at something on the laptop.

She quickly read the release and looked at him, waiting for him to finish reading. "Why hasn't the suit been filed?" he asked. "What's he waiting for?"

"Maybe the threat was just that, a threat," she suggested.

"There's more going on. Wonder what Rebecca knows?" he asked reaching for his phone. He pressed a few buttons and when she answered he said, "it's Will. What's going on?"

"We got a call a few minutes ago from Dantana's lawyers, they want to meet," Rebecca explained.

"Just the lawyers," he clarified.

"Yes."

"When's the meeting?"

"An hour, at my office."

"Keep me updated," Will said and disconnected.

He turned to Mac and said, "Dantana's lawyers asked for a meeting with Rebecca. Her office, in an hour."

"What's he playing at?" Mac asked, getting out of bed. She walked to the windows and turned back to Will. "He's threatened the suit, but then didn't file. Does he know he won't win? Has he come to accept that, his responsibility in all this?"

Will closed the computer and put it back on the bedside table. "Rebecca will let us know what's going on. You hungry?"

She shook her head, "too soon."

"I don't understand."

"I'm a little nauseous."

"From your dream?" He really didn't understand.

She could tell he didn't understand from the look on his face. "I know it doesn't make sense to you, but yes."

He held up his hands and said, "just asking, Mac."

"I'm sorry. Yes, the anxiety can cause me to be nauseous. It's not too bad, but enough to put me off food for a little while. And before you ask, coffee, for some reason, doesn't bother my stomach." She didn't move back to the bed. She stood by the windows, leaning her head against the glass.

"What can I do to help?" he asked, getting out of bed and coming to stand next to her. He tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her face and sat against the cabinet, next to her.

"Do you have any ginger ale?"

He smiled, knowing her next question would be about crushed ice. He decided to tell her before she had to ask. "Ginger ale in crushed ice coming up," he said and turned to leave, but before he could do so she grabbed his hand.

He turned back to her and cocked his head. "Thank you."

He kissed her quickly and said, "you're welcome. Right back." When he came back she was sitting up in bed, reading on her phone. He handed her the drink and sat next to her. "Anything interesting?"

"Office gossip," she said and shut down her email and placed her phone on the nightstand. After taking a few sips of the ginger ale she placed her glass next to her phone.

"Anything good?"

"Not really. Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asked.

"Let me find you some towels," he said getting off the bed. He'd walked out of the bedroom and came back a few moments later with a big fluffy white towel set that he carried into the bathroom. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand. She looked nervous and then it hit him, maybe she thought he was inviting himself into her shower. "Let me show you the controls to the world's greatest shower and when you're done I want to know if you agree it's the world's greatest shower." He was trying to get her to both relax and smile. It worked.

"Show me," she said, taking his hand.

He led her into the bathroom and said, "I had the bathroom remodeled not too long ago."

"The shower is larger now, right?" She wasn't sure if she was remembering correctly.

"Not too much, but it is bigger, wider I guess is really the difference. The controls are electronic, so you set the water temperature and all the various other settings from here and then start when you're ready."

She was looking at him like he had a second head. "It's great, I promise. Do you want me to set your shower up?"

"Sure, you work on that while I brush my teeth," she said and walked to the sink and pulled her toothbrush from her kit.

Will was busy watching her move around his bathroom. She caught his eyes in the mirror and smiled around her toothbrush. They were in a weird place, but the more time they spent together the more normal this would feel, she reasoned. When she finished with her teeth she pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled off her yoga pants. She was standing there in a bra and underwear.

Will couldn't take his eyes off of her. She walked over to him and asked, "all programmed?"

"What?"

She could see that she had his full attention. She smiled at him and said, "the shower, did you get it programmed?"

He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the control. "What would you like your water temperature to be?"

"One hundred degrees, please."

"Okay. I've got the jets set to your height, and the temperature programmed. Once you get in, if the water pressure is too hard you press the down arrow on the control panel in the shower."

"Thank you," she said reaching around behind herself to unhook her bra. She let it slide down her arms and he was staring at her chest. There was nothing he wanted more than to reach out and touch her. But he didn't know if they were there yet. She reached up and put her hand on his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

When he pulled her tight against him she could feel his erection, making her moan against his mouth. When the kiss broke he rested his forehead against hers and he had his hands on her cheeks. "You enjoy your shower and if you're feeling up to it afterwards I'll fix us some lunch."

"Sounds good, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, moving back and taking one final look at her before leaving the bathroom.

Mac finished undressing and walked into the shower. She had to agree with Will, he had a great shower. There were streams of water coming from every possible direction. She played with the control panel changing the water pressure and a few other settings before getting to the business of washing. By the time she was done her impression of the shower had grown. She couldn't wait to take a shower with Will. She dried off and combed her hair and pulled back on his t-shirt, sans bra this time and her yoga pants.