It had been an especially dull evening with few calls being made. Dick had made a phone call to Madison and was out for the evening. Kendall didn't seem to have arrived home yet. It seemed Cassidy was alone in the house. Mac had spent quite a few minutes glaring at the only light that she could see coming from the Casablancas house. Truth be told, she was still angry at Cassidy. She'd talked Veronica's ear off about how out of left field the breakup had come from. Veronica had told her she needed to stop obsessing about it and Mac knew she was right, but the breakup was only a week old. She figured she had a few more days of stalking left and then she'd be ready to move on.

Mac had set up the cell phone interceptor to work with the speakers of her car and was jolted awake when Cassidy received a call. Mac realized he was mid conversation with someone else.

"A couple of Sharks had to know about it. They'll come forward. Things like this don't stay secret."

"Yeah, but, I mean, do you guys really want people to know about it?" Beaver was speaking in a pleading tone. Mac had never heard him sound so pathetic.

"He's sick and what he did to us was wrong." The other voice sounded so familiar to Mac.

"Look, please don't drag me into this," Cassidy continued to speak in a panicked voice.

"You're already in it. You'll thank us later." The line went dead and Mac looked up at the light glowing from what she surmised was Beaver's room. From this far away, she couldn't hear anything, but she knew Cassidy had to be upset. What were they talking about? Sharks? What had happened that Cassidy didn't want anyone knowing about? Mac knew she shouldn't, but she got out of her car and decided she'd knock on his door. She had to know if he was okay. There was a hoodie of his that was still in her car that she could say she needed to give him. Mac had started walking closer to the house when she heard the front door of the Casablancas house slam. Feeling frightened and rethinking her plan, Mac hightailed it back to her car. Mac got back to her car as Cassidy's raced past her and Mac thought she was in the clear. She tossed the hoodie into the back seat of her car and was prepared to get back into the car when Cassidy backed his car up to where she was parked.

"What are you doing here?" Cassidy asked angrily.

Stalking you. Trying to figure out what went wrong. Mac's mind was a blank. She opened her mouth to say something and nothing could come to mind. "I am, uh, tutoring Madison Sinclair's little sister." She licked her lips and spoke again. "They want her prepared for standardized tests. I made a simulation for their computer to use."

Cassidy looked at her and nodded. "Oh."

He started to shift his car into gear again when Mac decided she might as well give him back the hoodie he'd left in her car. "Wait! You left a sweatshirt in my car. I was planning to give it to Dick, but I might as well give it to you now." Mac reached into her back seat and pulled the hoodie out. She hated giving the sweatshirt back. It was like really admitting that they were over. It had been comforting to have the sweatshirt in her back seat for those few days. She'd come back to her car and it would smell faintly of Cassidy's cologne, having been warmed up from sitting in her car all day.

Cassidy took the sweatshirt and tossed it onto the passenger seat next to him. "Thanks," was all he could muster up to say to her. Mac noticed that he couldn't even look her in the eye.

"You seem upset. Are you okay?" Mac leaned closer to Cassidy's car and put her hand out to touch his arm that had been hanging out of the car window. Cassidy flinched and pulled his arm back into the car.

Cassidy nodded and stared straight ahead. "Thanks, I'm fine."

"Okay, but if you need anyth-" the rest of Mac's sentence was cut off by Cassidy.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Cassidy put his car in gear and sped off.

Mac sighed and sank onto the curb next to her. What was wrong with him? What was wrong with her? Cassidy had indicated he wasn't interested in her anymore. Why did she keep trying? Tears welled up on her eyes and she sat on the curb for a few minutes, giving into the tears. Across the street she heard a door close and footsteps approached her. She looked up with tear filled eyes to see who it was.

"Hello, Mrs. Sinclair," Mac mumbled.