Okay, I'm going to finish my other stories (I will. I swear. At some point. I swear), but this popped into my head and wouldn't get out. Let me know if you like it and think I should continue! The title is from the Nina Simone song.

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.

It starts with a call from Charlie.

"Do you have a minute?" He asked Will, but his tone suggested that it wasn't exactly a request, and so Will heaved himself out of his chair and headed towards the elevator. He poked his head into his new fiancée's office (and wasn't that something? He had a fiancée. And it was Mackenzie. Honestly, it was sometimes enough to make his breath catch), and found Mac pouring over a stack of work, her glasses sliding down her nose and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. When he cleared his throat, she glanced up and graced him with a broad smile.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, and he crossed over, kicking the door shut as he went, to lean in and give her a kiss. He knew that she wouldn't put up with the public displays of affection in the office for very much longer. She used to have strict rules, and at some point her professionalism and sense of decorum was going to kick in and she was going to put the kibosh on the office kisses and wandering hands, but for the moment it was still so new and wonderful to be able to finally kiss one another and he was taking full advantage.

"Charlie needs to see me," he shrugged. "I thought I'd swing by on my way and say hello." Mac's smile got wider, if that was possible, and she tugged on his sweater to pull him closer.

"Oh, well, hello," she murmured against his lips. "You should probably go though. Don't want to keep Charlie waiting."

"God forbid," Will muttered, and stole one more kiss before heading out of her office and to the elevators.

Charlie wasn't alone when Will knocked lightly on his door, stepping inside. Lonny Church was standing near the window, his arms folded and a serious look on his face. Will hadn't seen Lonny since the insurance company decided the threats were no longer credible, and Will's stomach sank at the sight of him.

"No," Will started shaking his head. "No. I just got rid of him! You can't possibly be serious!"

"Will," Charlie's voice was firm. "I think you should sit down."

"What's going on? What's the threat this time? Who'd I piss off now?" He smirked, but dropped into the chair across from Charlie.

"It's not the internet this time," Charlie said. "The mailroom received some mail addressed to you and intercepted it. It's a threat, and it's credible." Will let out a long sigh, and dropped his head back. These nutcases didn't scare him. Having Lonny was more of an annoyance than anything else, and Will wasn't looking forward to having Lonny trail he and Mac around like a puppy dog (although in the long list of things that did scare him, something happening to Mackenzie because of him was number one. Truth was, something happening to Mackenzie period was really the only thing that scared him bone deep).

"Charlie, come on," Will said. "Is this really necessary? Do you really think these nut jobs are serious? Or have the means to be successful?" Will took a good look at Charlie for the first time since he stepped into the office. Charlie's mouth was in a tight line, a scotch resting on the desk in front of him. It occurred to Will finally that maybe he should take this one seriously.

"The threat isn't directed at you," Charlie said finally, and Will froze, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. No, no, no, no, no. "It's against Mac, Will. And we believe they're quite serious, and yes, we believe they have the means to be successful."