At the rundown meeting Will's hand was wrapped and he had a splint on one of his fingers. He was sitting there when Mac came in. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"Broke a finger and scraped my knuckles."

"How?" she asked.

"I hit a wall in Sloan's office, she didn't tell you?"

"No, I've not seen her since lunch."

The rest of the team trickled in and sat down, asking Will if he was all right. He thanked them all for their concern and explained that he was fine. The rest of the afternoon was full for Will as he was playing catch-up now since he'd spent a long period of time in his doctor's office and his script wasn't written and typing with one hand was proving difficult.

He was looking forward to the show if only to hear her in his ear. Had it really only been about twenty-four hours since he tore their world apart? It felt like an eternity since she'd spoken to him and she still wasn't speaking to him about anything other than work.

After the show he went to her office and knocked on her open door. She was gathering her things. "Do you need a ride to the brownstone?"

"I'll get a cab, thanks. I was able to get movers for this weekend," she explained.

"Do you have to move everything?" he asked.

"If, by some miracle, we come through this mess there is no way in hell I'm ever living in that apartment again."

"Got it. At least let me make sure you get home okay, Mac, please?"

"Okay, I'll take a ride, thanks."

He smiled. "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now," she said turning off her lights and walked to his office but she didn't go in, she stayed just outside his office.

Lonny came to escort them down to the SUV and when they arrived Mac got in the front seat. Will stood there looking at her until Lonny opened the back door for him.

Mac explained that she was going to the brownstone and when they arrived she thanked Lonny for the ride. "Good night," she said and got out of the SUV.

"What did you do?" Lonny asked. "I've never seen her this mad at you."

"Just take me to the apartment, Lonny," Will said and scooted down to lay his head back against the seat.

When Lonny left the apartment it felt like the loneliest place in the world to Will. Her things were there, for now, soon they wouldn't be, and it would be as if she was never there, he'd only have his memories of them there together.

There was anger, at himself, boiling just under the surface. It only took a few minutes for him to completely trash the living room. He threw books, and glasses and anything he could get his hands on. The pillows were off the couch, none of the artwork was still on the wall, furniture was turned over and nothing was where it had been a few minutes before.

He was leaning against the door that leads out to the balcony and slid to the floor, sobbing like he hadn't since he was a child after a beating. He'd fucked up his life. He'd had everything with Mac and now he had nothing and it was no one's fault but his own.

Mac was sitting on the couch staring at the fire, lost and numb. Her hand rested on her abdomen over the baby she hadn't yet even been aware of until the blood test. This should have been one of the happiest times of their lives. Yet she was sitting alone on her couch blocks and blocks away from Will. In the same city yet they couldn't be further apart. Had she done something, not done something, she didn't understand. She thought he loved her but she obviously wasn't enough for him.

She fell asleep on the couch and ended up sleeping there all night, exhaustion from the previous night finally catching up with her. When she woke she was nauseous and spent a long time in the bathroom before making her way into the kitchen to make herself some tea and hoping to find soda crackers. She'd have to go to the store and stock the kitchen. She'd been going with Will so she at least knew what brands of things to buy, it was better than nothing she thought.

She got dressed and hailed a cab to take her to the studio. Another thing to get used to, not having Lonny around to drive. When she arrived in her office there was a grocery bag on her desk along with a note in Sloan's handwriting. "These items helped my sister-in-law with her morning sickness. I'm here for anything you need." She'd signed the note simply, Sloan.

Mac found tea bags and ginger ale along with soda crackers and a few other goodies that Sloan knew would make her smile. At the bottom of the bag she found a Flake bar. When she looked up she saw Sloan in her doorway. "Thank you," she said coming around her desk and hugged Sloan.

"You're welcome. How'd it go last night?"

"It sucked, Sloan but I was also exhausted from the previous night so I at least slept."

"Any morning sickness yet?"

"God, yes. It was horrible. My stomach still isn't great."

"Try some of the ginger ale with crushed ice, it will help," Sloan suggested.

Will came up behind Sloan and said, "are you okay, you look a little green?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Mac replied and returned to her seat. Sloan was still standing in the office.

"Would you excuse us please, Sloan."

Sloan looked to Mac and said, "you okay?"

Mac nodded and said, "thank you."

"She your bodyguard now?" Will asked flippantly.

"No, she's my friend. Did you need something, Will?"

"I don't want to be around for the movers on Saturday, do you know what time you'll get to the apartment and how long it will take?"

He was acting as if she was inconveniencing him. "We'll arrive about eight and will be out as soon as possible, I can't give you an exact time."

"Fine," he said and left her office.

Saturday came and Mac was waiting for the movers at the apartment. When she got off of the elevator she saw everything out of place, broken glass everywhere, the room was a disaster. There looked to be paths to get from the living room to the kitchen and from the living room to the bedroom. She quickly peeked to see if the rest of the apartment was trashed, but it wasn't, only the living room.

While she was waiting for the movers she began cleaning up, getting the glass off of the floor and straightening things. She noticed his guitars hadn't escaped his wrath either, but who knew if they were collateral damage or if they were targeted. When the doorman rang up to let her know that the movers had arrived she'd made a lot of progress in the living room. She'd asked that they be allowed upstairs. She was waiting for them by the elevator. There were four of them to pack her things. She took them into the bedroom and showed them her dresser and her part of the closet. The movers got to work.

Mac was still in the living room straightening up a while later when one of the movers came to let her know that they'd packed what she'd shown them and wanted to know what to do next.

Mac showed him the bathroom items that were to go and had one of the movers come with her into the kitchen where she had them pack up some of the food that only she ate along with her various teas and her beloved tea kettle that was a gift from her parents many years ago. She also had some books that needed to be packed.

After the movers had finished packing for Mac she had them fix the furniture in the living room. It finally looked back to normal. She had no idea how long it had been that way but she could imagine the state he was in when he tried to destroy this room.

Mac explained that they'd packed everything and that the items that had been boxed needed to be delivered to the brownstone as soon as they could get them there. The movers took the last of the boxes down the elevator and explained that they would be delivering her items in about an hour.

Mac was standing in the middle of the living room looking around. She'd loved living here with Will. She'd thought they would live here for the rest of their lives.

She left her key on the kitchen counter and after taking one final look around the apartment, locking away the memories of the good times they'd had here, because there were some really good times. She walked out on the balcony, remembering how they danced out there together and she wondered if they'd ever dance together again. With tears in her eyes she left the apartment for the last time.

When Will returned hours after she'd left, as he didn't want to accidently be there while she was moving out, he got off the elevator and stopped. The living room had been cleaned up. Mac had cleaned up his mess, literally, this time. He walked into the kitchen and saw her key on the counter. He picked the key up and brought it to his lips and closed his eyes, fighting back tears. He walked into the bedroom and her half of the closet had been cleaned out and all of her dresser was now empty. He checked every drawer, somehow hoping that she left something. In the bathroom he now had all the counter space he wanted. There were no longer bottles and lotions everywhere and the tears started, she was truly gone, and nothing was left of her in the apartment.

Mac was busy unpacking her things when her phone rang. It was Sloan. "Hi, Sloan."

"Hey, Kenz. How's it going?"

"It's hard and very sad."

"I'm so sorry, Kenz."

"Thanks."

"How about having brunch with me in the morning, my treat, please?"

"That sounds lovely. How about at Calliope at 9:30?"

"I'll see you then and Kenz."

"Yes?"

"Call me if you need anything, okay? I don't care what time it is."

"Thank you, Sloan."

Mac finished unpacking and putting everything away. Her next errand was to go to the grocery store. She hailed a cab and had the driver take her to Whole Foods. She shopped for a while, making sure to put fresh fruits and vegetables into her cart along with the staples of a kitchen. While she was there she went by the deli and grabbed a roasted chicken to have for dinner. She guessed that she'd better get used to eating alone again.

Sunday morning Mac woke up feeling horrible. The nausea was the worst she'd had yet and she doubted that ginger ale would settle her stomach but she had to try, it had been working. She was walking down the stairs when she started feeling dizzy and the next thing she knew she was on the floor at the base of the steps. She was so weak she couldn't move.

Will wanted to do something to thank Mac for cleaning up the living room. He'd gotten up early and made her her favorite French toast casserole. He had Lonny drive him to the brownstone and when he was at the door he looked inside and saw her collapsed on the floor. He quickly grabbed his key and opened the door, rushing to her side.

"Mac, can you hear me? Mac?" She was unresponsive. He dialed 911 and gave them Mac's address. He then called Lonny to alert him that an ambulance was en route. Lonny was looking out for the ambulance and showed them where to go when they arrived.

"What can you tell us sir?" one of the first responders asked him.

"I was bringing her some breakfast and I saw her through the door collapsed here. She's about seven weeks pregnant."

"Okay, we'll take care of her, why don't you step over here with me and we'll get some information while my guys take a look at her."

"Mackenzie, Mackenzie McHale is her name."

"My guys will take good care of her sir." The first responder that was talking with Will got a signal from one of his guys. "We're going to be taking her to Presbyterian's trauma center."

"What's wrong with her?" Will asked, tears in his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. We'll get her to the hospital and get her some help."

"What's going on?" Sloan asked walking into the brownstone, finally seeing Will on the side talking to one of the first responders. "Will?"

"I found her unconscious and called 911, that's all I've got, Sloan. What are you doing here?"

"We were going to have brunch and she didn't show up or call and that's not Kenz. I thought I'd come by and make sure she was okay."

The paramedics loaded Mac onto a stretcher and rolled her to the waiting ambulance. "Where are you taking her," she asked.

"Presbyterian."

"Thank you," Sloan said and turned to leave.

"Sloan, wait," Will said, "you can ride with us, if you want."

"Thanks."

Lonny drove them to the entrance to the Trauma Unit and both Will and Sloan jumped out of the SUV. Will was at the information desk trying to locate Mac. Sloan could see he was about to lose it when she touched his elbow and began talking with the woman at the information desk. Will stalked off into a waiting area.

"She's being checked out and as soon as they know something they know to come out and talk to us. All we can do right now is wait," Sloan said.

Will, on a good day, was not patient. He was up pacing and all of a sudden he'd stop and look out the window and then he'd start pacing again.

"McHale family," a woman in blue scrubs said.

"Here," Will said rushing up to the woman. "How is she?"

"She's still being examined, I'm sorry. I need to confirm a few details, if that's okay?"

"Of course," Sloan said.

"I understand that she's seven weeks pregnant, is that correct?"

"It is," Will answered.

"Is this her first pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"Do you know if someone holds her medical power of attorney?"

Sloan gasped.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you," the nurse said, "it's a general question we ask everyone."

"I hold her medical power of attorney," Will answered. "Do you need a copy?"

"Not right now. Is she allergic to anything?"

"She's not."

"Thank you for answering my questions. I'll let the team treating her know that you're out here and as soon as we have any update we'll let you know."

"Thank you," Sloan and Will both said.

It felt like hours but really it was only about forty-five minutes later that a doctor came out to speak with them. "Ms. McHale is extremely dehydrated and we are giving her fluids to help with that but she still is unconscious and we don't know why at this point."

"The baby?" Sloan asked.

The doctor smiled and said, "the baby is just fine. Do either of you know her OB?"

"Janice Peterson," Sloan replied.

"Thanks. I'll give her a call and let her know what's going on. I'm sure she'll want to stop by and see her. We are going to admin Ms. McHale and as soon as we have a room number I'll make sure you're notified. Until she's settled one of you is welcome to come sit with her."

Will looked at Sloan and she said, "go sit with her."

Will followed the doctor back to a room and he saw Mac hooked up to many different machines with IVs going in each arm. She looked so small and fragile to him.

"You should talk to her and let her know you're here with her," the doctor said.

Will wasn't sure that Mac even wanted him anywhere near her but until she woke up and told him to get out he was staying.

He sat down next to the bed and picked up her hand. He stared at her hand for the longest time, comparing how small it was to his yet how perfectly it fit, or at least used to fit. That's when the tears started. "I'm so sorry Mac," he said, his other hand pushing her hair away from her face. "You need to wake up. Sloan's here, too, she said I could come see you first. The baby is fine; it's you we're worried about right now. The doctor said you were extremely dehydrated. Did you do too much yesterday and forget to drink water? I'm sure you did too much; you shouldn't have even had to do anything yesterday. Saturdays are days we walk in the park, or go see a movie or cook at home. You were moving and I'm sure everything is unpacked. I'm so sorry." He stopped talking and simply held her hand up to his mouth. He couldn't seem to stop the tears either.

A nurse came and explained that they were ready to move Mac upstairs and gave him her room number. She explained that they needed about an hour to get her moved and settled in and then he could come back.

"Thank you."

"Your friends are still in the lobby. If you'll go out this door, behind us, you'll see them."

Will nodded and turned to leave, when he turned all of a sudden and went back to kiss Mac's head and then he left. When he opened the door Charlie was sitting there with Sloan, holding her hand. They both got up when they saw him. "How is she?" Charlie asked.

"Still unconscious. They are moving her upstairs and need about an hour to get her moved and settled then we can all go in and see her and sit with her."

"What's her room number going to be?" Sloan asked.

"509."

"Thanks. I'm going to go to the chapel for a while and I'll meet you guys upstairs," Sloan said walking away from Will and Charlie.