A/N: So, I legitimately thought this one was going to be shorter, but only because I was going to break the action earlier than I did. HA. It is no shorter. Oh well. I really thought I was going to get further than this. I can't believe I'm at Chapter 3 and I'm only just here in the plotline. Anyway, enjoy! And thank you to everyone who's reviewed. I really appreciate it.

Chapter 3

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A couple of weeks later, Will walked into his therapist's office as he'd been doing regularly for a little over a year now. Only this time, something was different..

Dr. Habib was used to seeing the news anchor looking slightly more relaxed. This week, he looked almost shell-shocked. Like something had happened, something that he'd been trying to keep a lid on for a while. But the strain was finally getting to him and he was fraying around the edges.

Jack shut the door and decided to skip the pleasantries. "Will? What's wrong?"

Will turned towards his therapist. He considered trying to distract Habib, but found in the end that he didn't have the energy for it right now. "I took your advice," he said again.

"What?" Dr. Habib asked.

"I took your advice," Will repeated. "About asking her, about asking Mackenzie to go with me to Don Quixote."

"Okay..." Habib said slowly. He didn't see how that would have resulted in the expression on the face of the man across from him. Unless... Oh shit. "And she said no?"

Will's eyes widened. "No!" he retorted. "She said yes. Why would she... Why would you assume she said no?"

Habib exhaled slowly. Not a rejection then. Well, that was one hurdle over. Now onto the next hundred or so that were still in front of them. "Because right now you look like someone's punched you in the gut," he explained calmly. "I guess I just assumed..."

"Yeah," Will muttered, sitting down hard in one of the two chairs and dropped his head in his hands.

"Will?" Habib asked, pulling his own chair slightly closer to the man sitting opposite him.

Will looked up. "It was supposed to be simple! You said it would be simple. It's just a musical, for god's sakes. It shouldn't have been a big deal..."

Dr. Habib kept his voice as sympathetic as possible. "Tell me what happened."

xxx

Will walked confidently into Mac's office one evening after the show. Tonight was the night. He was going to do it. He was going to ask Mac to Don Quixote. It wasn't going to be a big deal. They were friends. And Dr. Habib was right. She was the one he wanted to go with. Sure, it'd taken him almost two weeks to work up to asking her, but that was okay. He was asking her now.

"Hey," he greeted, getting her attention.

Mac looked up from whatever she was scribbling on her desk with a smile. "Hey yourself!" she replied. "Good show tonight."

"You too," Will replied.

"Thank you," Mac replied easily. "You should tell Maggie she did a good job with the C-block tonight. A lot of that footage was her idea."

"Already told her," Will assured his EP.

Mac smiled. "Well look at you, bonding with the staff and everything, now."

Will scowled. "I always encouraged the staff!" he told her.

Mac raised an eyebrow.

Will decided he was in no mood to admit that he'd really only started doing it after she'd arrived. She'd just mock him, and he didn't want to get into that right now. He was on edge enough already. "I'm affable!" he said instead.

"Not according to your latest focus group data," Mac reminded him.

"Which is your fault," Will grumbled.

Mac shrugged. "I'd rather be intelligent and trustworthy than affable any day, Billy."

Will allowed himself a smile. "Yeah, me too."

Mac smiled back, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her desk. "Did you need something?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something," Will told her, leading up to.

"About the show?" Mackenzie guessed.

"No," Will told her. "Not about the show."

Mac's face froze in surprise. "Oh."

"So I was thinking," Will started to explain.

"Yes?" Mac prompted.

"You got me Man of la Mancha tickets," Will reminded her, introducing the subject. "For Christmas, I mean."

"I remember," Mackenzie assured him. "You got me tickets to Carnegie Hall."

"Yeah. Sloan mentioned she enjoyed the show," Will said with a smile. Actually, the whole newsroom had to listen to the two women rave about the entire string section for two days straight. He'd thought Don was going to kill himself if he heard talk of a violin ever again. So obviously the gift had been money well spent.

"We did," Mac agreed. "I told you that."

"Yes you did. I'm glad," Will assured her.

"Okay."

"Anyway, you got me tickets to Man of la Mancha," Will said, circling back to his point.

"I did," Mac confirmed again.

"Show's in about a month," Will reminded her in a tone of voice he was pretty sure counted as casual.

Mac paused. That sounded about right. She wasn't sure why he was so fixated on this."I guess it is."

"The 22nd to be exact," Will informed her, telling himself that he was absolutely not nervous.

Mac tried not to get to excited. She didn't know where this conversation was going. He might not be... Well. Anyway, it was very important that she was casual about this. "I couldn't remember the exact date, but okay."

"You busy?" Will asked, leaning against her desk.

Mac froze. He was. He had to be. "What?"

"On the 22nd," Will said again. "Are you busy? You're probably busy." He winced internally. He sounded ridiculous. No wonder she was looking at him like he was crazy, or something.

"I... No, I don't think so," Mac said slowly.

"Oh," Will replied. "Okay, well good then. Because I was wondering if you wanted to go with me."

For one brief second the question hung in the air between them, and things were exactly as they should have been, full of hope and promise. Mac felt herself begin to smile, an expression that was reflected on Will's face.

Then her guilt got in the way. She wanted to go with him. She really did. But... but what if he was only asking her because he felt a sense of obligation? Because she'd given him the tickets. And they were friendlier now. They went out to dinner pretty regularly, just casually of course. Maybe he thought she was expecting him to ask her. And okay, the idea had occurred to her that he might ask her, but that hadn't been the reason she'd gotten the tickets!

That wasn't what she wanted at all. She'd given him the tickets because she'd wanted him to have a good time, and sort of to celebrate the success of the show too, as a little joke. But that didn't mean she wanted him to feel like he had to ask her. She stood up, suddenly not wanting to be seated in front of him anymore, and walked around her desk towards him. "Will, you know I'd love to go, but those tickets were a gift."

He frowned. No he didn't. He didn't know that she'd love to go at all. How would he have known that? And what did the tickets being a gift have to do with anything? "Yes, Mac," he said a bit sarcastically. "I figured they were a gift, given that you, y'know, handed them to me in a Christmas card and said, Merry Christmas, Will."

Mac swallowed. He sounded upset. Of course he did. How had she fucked everything up again? God, she was practically poisonous to him. "I just meant that you don't need to feel obligated to ask me," she took a step towards him and tried to explain.

"I don't," Will assured her immediately.

Mackenzie reached for him and tried again. "Will..."

"I don't!" Will repeated, this time with a wave of his hands for emphasis (and knocking her hand off his elbow in the process). "Besides, who am I going to go with if not my Dulcinea, or Sancho, or whoever the hell you are."

And that was the point, wasn't it, Mac thought sadly. She didn't want him to go with her because he felt like he should. "At least I'm not the donkey," she said dryly.

"I believe you originally said horse," Will couldn't help reminding her.

"And I was swiftly corrected," Mac replied, feeling like maybe the conversation was getting back on track a little.

"I'm a newsman, Mac," Will reminded her. "I care about the facts."

"Yes," Mac said, her eyes flicking downwards and dropping her hand. She tried not to read too much into that. "You're very ethical."

Will swore under his breath. "Oh god, no that. Not that Mac. Of all the things I've ever accused you of, lacking in journalistic ethics is not one of them. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've told you you're annoyingly ethical more than once." This time he was the one to take a step forward. He wrapped his hand under her elbow before adding softly. "I was just teasing you."

Mac shut her eyes briefly. He probably had been, and because she was always so stupidly sensitive about everything, she'd gone and... Fuck. "Okay."

"I was," Will insisted.

"You don't do that very much anymore," Mac said quietly as she opened her eyes. He was so very close now. And his eyes were sorry. She loved his eyes.

"Sometimes I do," Will reminded her, finding half a smile.

Mac found a half a smile to send him back. "Sometimes."

"Maybe I want to do it more," Will suggested tentatively. He'd like to tease her. If he could tease her, she'd look amused, maybe even happy. She wouldn't look... sad.

And just like that, Mac wondered if maybe things weren't quite as fucked up as she'd thought. "What?"

Will sighed and dropped her arm. "Sometimes I don't know where I am with you Mac. I want us to be able to have a normal fucking conversation. And I don't... I don't want it to be you looking over your shoulder, waiting for everything I say to you to hurt."

Mac bit her lip. She'd been right. It had been all her fault. Because she expected it. "I'm sorry."

Her apology made him angry. "God damn it. Don't apologize. That's not the point. Don't act like you're..." Will took a breath and told him to calm down. She was already looking at him like she was wounded.

"Like I'm what?" Mackenzie asked, prompting him.

"Nothing," Will muttered, running a hand through his hair.

But this time Mac stood firm. If he'd meant what he'd said before; if he really wanted to... "No, you started this. You want us to have normal conversations? That takes two. Look at you like I'm what, Billy?"

"Like you're afraid of m..." he swallowed the last word. "Afraid that I'll hurt you."

Mac's expression shifted to one of horror. "Oh Billy, no," she insisted. This time it was her turn to take a step closer, right into his personal space. She placed a hand on his chest, before sliding it up to his shoulder. She couldn't believe he sometimes thought she was frightened of him. Sometimes he got angry, sure, but it'd never even occurred to her to... She knew about his family, and... Well, she couldn't bear the idea of that worrying him, of all things. That needed to change.

"Anyway, I'm asking you to go with me to the musical because I want you to," Will said quickly, trying to get the conversation back on track. She didn't look frightened now; she just looked sad, and sorry. And he didn't want that either. He resisted the urge to lean his forehead against hers. "I'm asking you because it will feel strange going with someone else, but if you don't want to..." he sighed and looked away, trying to avoid her eyes. He wondered when this had gotten so fucked up. Maybe he was just kidding himself, hoping that he and Mac could ever have even a friendship that was even remotely normal.

"But I do," Mackenzie told him without hesitation. She remembered nights at the theatre with Will. When they went to the theatre he'd always been completely in the moment if the production was good. And when he wasn't busy looking at the stage, he was looking at her, usually like she was the only woman in the world. She'd always felt that way at least. She'd have to be an idiot not to want that again. "I'd like that very much," she assured him. That had never been in question.

He risked a glance at her then, pleased to see her smiling at him. That damn smile of hers. He smiled tentatively back. "Well, good then. So you will go with me?"

Mac's smile widened. "I'd love too."

Will exhaled. "Okay."

But Mac wasn't quite done. She felt the need to explain, because she didn't want him to worry about it. "I just, I didn't want you to feel obligated to take me. That's all. It felt like sort of, against the whole point of the gift. I got you the tickets because I wanted you to enjoy them. I'd love to go with you, if that's what you want."

Will felt a wave of relief crash over him. He understood that feeling. He'd felt it himself. If that was all that had been worrying her, then they were fine. And just like that, everything felt a little bit better. "I wouldn't have asked you if I hadn't wanted to go with you, Mackenzie," he assured her.

Mac smiled. "Okay."

Will glanced down at her hand still on his chest. He'd almost forgotten about that. "Okay, well... I guess I should..."

But Mac wasn't done with this. Her hand shifted to his arm to hold him in place. "Hold on a minute."

Will paused.

Mac centred herself directly in front of him and looked him square in the eye. Her grip on his arm tightened even further. "I'm not afraid of you, Billy."

Will inhaled quickly. "Mac..."

"No," she said firmly, stopping his interruption. "This is important. I know we're fucked up, Will. I know that. No one knows it better than me. But we're going to get one thing straight right now. I don't care if it's the only thing we ever get straight again. This is important. I am not afraid of you, William Duncan McAvoy. I have never been afraid of you, not ever. You have never done anything to make me feel unsafe in your presence." Mac swallowed, before adding quietly. "Quite the opposite."

For a second Will thought his heart was going to explode in his chest. "Thank you."

Mac glanced down quickly before meeting his eyes again, "Do you believe me?"

"Yes," Will breathed. He did. Oh god, he did.

Mac wasn't quite sure. "Will..."

He tried to explain. "Sometimes it feels like you look at me like you..." he swallowed, finding he couldn't actually bear the idea of her being afraid of him.

Mac glanced away, finding she couldn't bear to look at him anymore. "Like I'm dreading hearing you say something that I deserve," she said softly.

And Will felt his heart crack a little all over again. Oh god. He'd known she felt badly about things, that she'd regretted... That she felt guilty. But... He shifted closer, trying to get her to look at him, and settling for wrapping a hand around her waist. "Maybe I wish you would stop doing that."

"Looking at you?" Mac wondered. She wasn't sure how that would work, unless she left the country again.

He shook his head. "Looking at me like you expect to be punished."

Mac did look at him then. "I thought you liked punishing me?"

Will sighed, "I did."

"Oh," Mac dropped her hand from his arm.

Will didn't drop his hand from around her waist; he tried to explain. "I don't anymore."

"What?" Mac asked quickly.

"I'm trying to stop," Will told her. "I'm doing my best."

"Billy..." she murmured.

"I'm not going to promise you that I'm never going to do it again, Mac," Will warned. They needed to be realistic about this. "I can't do that.

"Right," Mackenzie swallowed.

"Yet," Will couldn't stop himself from adding. It couldn't be hopeless. It couldn't be.

Mackenzie's eyes seemed to think so. "Yet?"

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to promise you that, but I'm trying," Will muttered, sliding his arm a little farther around her waist.

"What?" Mac half sobbed, leaning her head on his chest. Her heart was racing. She was about thirty seconds from throwing herself in his arms. She hadn't expected... She wasn't prepared to deal with this. What he was saying, if he meant it... Oh god. "Really?"

"I just want the two of us to be able to have a conversation outside of work that's actually functional," Will continued. He supposed he should have mentioned a little of this to her earlier, but he'd kind of been hoping that maybe she'd just realize. Things had been going pretty well, and...

"I like to think we're getting better," Mac murmured.

Will exhaled. At least they could agree on that. "Me too."

She looked up at him again, quickly wiping her eyes. "I'm not scared of you, Billy," she said again.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Mac," he replied.

"It's okay," she said out of habit. She'd been telling herself that for so long now.

He sighed. He wasn't sure that it was. "No, it's not."

"Oh," and to both of their surprise, she let out a sob.

Will had his arms around her before either of them realized what was happening. "Mac.." he whispered. "Don't, oh please don't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"S'okay," Mackenzie sniffed. "Deserved it."

Will practically growled. "Would you stop saying that?"

"But I did," Mac couldn't help pointing out. She'd done an awful thing to him. She'd made a terrible mistake. She'd always understood his anger.

Will shook his head. "I... I don't like it when you're upset."

That made her smile. "I don't like it when you're upset either."

"I know," Will assured her. He glanced down at the woman who was still sniffling slightly. "Hey, am I making you feel any better here? Any better at all."

Mac let out a shaky laugh. "You know, it used to make me feel even worse when you were nice to me when I did something to hurt you."

That made him frown. "Like when?"

Mac stepped back and shrugged. "Like with Wade."

Will's mouth tightened. A yes, Wade. That asshole. He'd have happily punched that man, except then it would have ended up in the damn tabloids and... He turned back to Mackenzie's desk, grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.

She took it gratefully.

"Wade's an idiot," Will assured her. "And if I'm supposed to stop worrying about you being afraid of me..."

"I'm not afraid of you," Mac interjected.

"If I'm supposed to stop worrying about you being afraid of me," Will continued. "Then I think I'd like it if you stopped feeling badly whenever I'm even a little bit nice to you."

Mac paused in wiping her eyes. That actually... It kind of made sense. She sent him a slightly watery smile. "I'll do my best."

Will smiled back. "That's all I can ask."

"Okay."

"Okay," Will agreed. "Well, I guess I'll see you at the rundown." He turned towards the door.

Her voice stopped him. "Will?"

He turned back.

All traces of the tears were gone. Her shoulders were back and her chin was up. This was Mac at her most authoritative. It meant she was either going to order him to do something, or scold him. "I have never been afraid of you, Billy," she said with a quiet intensity. " And don't you ever forget that."

He nodded once, before slipping out of her office and heading for his own. He needed a few minutes to himself.

xxx

Will was staring off at the wall in his psychiatrist's office. "She's not afraid of me. She's never..."

"Why would she have been afraid of you?" Habib asked gently, interrupting the story for the first time.

Will shrugged. "Apparently, I frighten some people."

Jack sighed. He was beginning to realize how big a deal this was to the anchor. "Will..."

"And sometimes, when she looked at me, with those damn big eyes of hers, I swear it was like she was scared of what I'm going to do. Like she was just expecting..." Will took a breath. "Sometimes I thought she was a little afraid of me." He'd never said anything before because he couldn't. And most of the time he hadn't really thought Mac was frightened of him, but just sometimes...

"She says she wasn't," Habib reminded him.

"I know," Will assured the other man. That was the whole point.

Habib wondered if Mackenzie McHale even knew what she'd done when she'd said those words. If she knew what affect they'd have on Will. Jack realized suddenly that she almost certainly had; that's why she'd emphasized them. It seemed that Will's protectiveness of his EP ran both ways. Interesting. "And how do you feel about that?" Habib asked his patient, turning back to the conversation at hand.

"I'm just so sick of her looking at me like that," Will muttered.

"Like what?" Habib prompted.

"Like I'm going to stick a knife in her gut," Will replied harshly.

"You know why she does, or at least why she used to," Habib pointed out. He knew Will was going through some stuff, but it was important to acknowledge that, justified or not, provoked or not, Will had hurt Mackenzie more than once, particularly when she'd first returned to New York.

"Hey! She stuck a knife in my gut first!" Will objected.

"I know," Dr. Habib assured him. "I'm not assigning blame. I'm just pointing out that..."

"That part of this fucked up mess is because of me," Will snapped. "I know. Whatever. I just, yes, sometimes I feel the urge to cause her pain. Or I have in the past. There, I said it. Now go on and tell me what a horrible person I am."

Habib almost smiled. "You're not a horrible person, Will."

Will looked up in disbelief.

"You were betrayed. You were hurt," the doctor paused. "You're still trying to figure that out."

"Doesn't mean I'm not sick of seeing that expression on her face," Will said again. "I want…"

"Will?" Habib prompted.

He sighed. "I want her to look at me like she was when we were dancing together."

"That's why you asked how to forgive someone," the doctor surmised. And it was also why Will thought the whole thing had started with that moment.

"Yes," Will admitted.

"You want to stop hurting her," Habib pressed.

"Yes," Will murmured.

"Because it's also hurting you," Habib added.

Will paused. "Well, I... yes."

Habib nodded. This was progress. Still, he had a word of caution. "Even if you forgive her, it's not magically going to fix everything."

Will looked up annoyed. "I know that!"

"Do you?" Habib checked.

"Yes! I do live in the real world, Doc," Will assured the other man. "I'm not expecting violins and songbirds. I just want to..."

"To?"

"To maybe be a little bit happier, or a little less sad," Will admitted. And he'd been hoping, well, that being friends with Mackenzie might help with that.

"Do you want her to be a little bit happier as well?" Habib asked. "Genuinely?"

Will glared at his shrink. What kind of a question was that? He knew he was an asshole sometimes, but he wasn't that much of an asshole. "Of course."

Suddenly, and to Will's surprise, Habib smiled. "And doesn't that sound like a good first step towards forgiveness to you?"

Will froze. He'd never thought about it like that. "I guess, I don't know. This is more your area of expertise."

"I think it does," Habib assured the other man. "Now, do you want to talk about why you looked almost upset when you walked in?"

"I thought that's what we were talking about," Will shot back.

Habib leaned forward. "I meant specifically."

Will sighed. "I guess, just hearing her tell me that she wasn't afraid of me. That she'd never..."

"It shook you up a bit?" Habib supplied. It made sense. Will had spent the better part of the last five years shutting down his feelings (with a few notable exceptions). Now that he was actually confronting some of them, well, Jack was pretty sure the anchor would find it an adjustment, and sometimes a rough one at that.

"Yeah," Will murmured. He hadn't realized how much he'd needed to hear her say it. To have someone assure him that he wasn't a complete asshole. Because it turned out, he did care what people thought of him. And he really didn't want them to be afraid of him.

"Are you feeling better now?" Habib asked.

Will nodded. "I guess."

"Talking about it helped?" Habib suggested.

"Sure," Will muttered.

Habib smiled. "Have you considered talking about it a bit more with Mackenzie? Maybe have another one of your friendly, casual dinners."

Will scowled at the description. Those dinners were friendly and casual. "We didn't end up grabbing dinner this week. Things were busy, and I guess... I don't know, I guess we both felt like we needed a little time to sort things out. At least, I did. Maybe we can talk about it next week."

Habib frowned. "Please tell me you haven't been avoiding Mackenzie for the week." That would send the poor woman more mixed messages than a poorly subtitled film.

"What? Why the hell would I do that?" Will demanded, waving his hands around in exasperation. "Of course I haven't been... That would have just made everything worse all over again! I just, I don't want to get dinner. It's not like we have a set schedule or anything. It just works out to about once a week. That's all."

"So you have talked to Mackenzie?" Habib pressed.

Will started fidgeting slightly in his chair. "Sort of."

Habib raised an eyebrow.

Will sighed. "I figured dinner probably wasn't going to happen, but I didn't want her to think I was mad at her, so..."

"So?" Habib asked, beginning to suspect that Will hadn't actually been as stupid as he'd thought

Will shook his head slightly. "So, I wanted to make sure she knew I wasn't mad at her."

xxx

The morning after her little emotional breakdown with Will (also known as the day he'd asked her to the theatre in a perfectly normal manner, and she'd freaked out), Mackenzie McHale walked towards her office feeling surprisingly cheerful. Sure, the day before had been a little... intense. , but she and Will had gotten through it. Even apart from reassuring will, he'd told her that he didn't like it when she was upset. That, she had decided, made yesterday a good day. So she was going to be cautiously optimistic for the day ahead.

She said hello to a few people who were manning the newsroom before breezing into her office. She hung up her jacket, letting the door shut behind her, and turned towards her desk, ready to start work. Only to freeze in her tracks.

There were flowers on her desk. Dead centre. On her desk. In a vase. Beautiful flowers, really beautiful. Iris, and baby's breath, and even a few little sweetheart roses.

Mac approached the arrangement slowly, biting her lip and telling herself that the bubble of hope in her chest was foolish.

Except... except that a small part of her was arguing that maybe, maybe, it wasn`t.

She reached for the card with a shaking hand.

Flipping it open, she gasped.

All it said was Thank you, but she recognized the writing.

Tucking the card in her pocket, Mac gave herself a shake and turned back the way she'd come. She had a feeling she wasn't the only one who was in early today.

xx

As she'd expected, Mac found Will already in his office. He was sitting behind his desk with papers in front of him. Ostensibly he'd been working, but Mac was pretty sure he'd been waiting for her.

"Do you need something?" Will asked, trying to play it cool.

Mac tilted her head to the side and held up the card.

"Ah," Will said. So she was skipping the preliminaries today. She always had been blunt. "You found the flowers."

Mac smirked, strolling towards him. "The ones sitting in the middle of my desk when I got in? Yeah, I noticed those."

Will nodded. "Well, good. Otherwise I'd suggest an eye appointment was necessary."

Mac perched on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs. "Why?" she asked softly.

Will took a moment to appreciate her legs before answering. He was going to make another joke when he made the mistake of meeting her eyes. "Because I wanted to," he told her instead.

To his surprise, his (somewhat unimaginative) answer made her smile. "They're beautiful," she said.

"Well, I'm glad you like them," Will muttered.

"I do," Mackenzie assured him. "I was just wondering what you were thanking me for."

Will took a breath. He'd known this was coming. "I just... I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated what you said. Y'know, when..." he trailed off.

Mac filled in the gaps. "When I told you I wasn't afraid of you. That I'd never been afraid of you."

Will glanced away before meeting her eyes again. "Yeah."

Mac tried to find a smile for him. She knew it probably wasn't her best effort. So she allowed herself the luxury of running her hand through his hair. Just once. Just to make him feel better. "You should listen to me, you know."

Will pretended to scowl. "When don't I listen to you? If I don't, you're like a terrier yapping at me until you get what you want."

"Yeah, you're a regular pushover, never argue back at all," Mac shot back. "And you never do things I don't like."

Will smirked.

"This time though, you really should pay attention when I tell you things," Mac said softly.

Will nodded once. "Thank you."

She stood up, realizing that if she didn't get out of there, one or both of them was going to have a second emotional breakdown in as many days. And that hadn't been her intention at all. "You're a good man, Will McAvoy," she said playfully. "Thank you for the flowers."

Will watched her go affectionately (now that her back was turned). "You're welcome."

"And Will?" Mac asked just before she reached the door.

"Yeah?"

"Did you notice how you did something nice for me and I just thanked you for it?" Mac asked with twinkling eyes. Because she wasn't upset about her new flowers at all.

Will let out a huff of laughter. He hadn't noticed that actually, but he couldn't say he was all that upset that she'd pointed it out. "Don't you have some kind of actual work you could be doing?"

Mac smirked. She'd let him get away with that, but only because she liked her flowers. "On my way to do it now. See you at the rundown meeting."

Mac was biting her lip as she left his office, trying to contain her grin. Yeah, today was definitely going to be a good day.

xxx

TBC