"Oh my God! Will!"

Wow. Mac looks hot. I don't think I've ever really noticed it, but when she's got her hair tied back in that cute little pigtail, yeah. She's mad at me though. I can tell from the way she's looking at me that she's more than mad – she's disappointed that I'm baked on what could be the most important news night of our careers. But damn, those cookies tasted great – better even than the falafel I stopped to get on my way in.

Metabolic

Oh right. Shit, I guess I messed that one up. But anyone can make a mistake without being baked, right? It just so happens that I am. Wasted, I mean. Mac's staring at me wide-eyed and horrified, and I can't seem to stop myself from spouting whatever random crap comes to mind. I am a medical marvel, though. Any other man would've been dead asleep by now. Yet here I am, still functional. I've got the melatolical – shit, metabolic – abilities of many men. If only Mac would believe me. Have I mentioned how good she looks tonight?

Wait. Serious news. Breathe, think. Okay.

"Mackenzie! Listen to me. There is no way, no way, I'm not reporting this story…I'm not gonna let you down…Hey! We got Obama!"

"Look at your Blackberry."

Well, there's nothing interesting there. It's just my phone, nothing new or different about it. Mac's giving me the pissed face though, so I'm probably doing something wrong with it. Ah yes, the buttons.

Oh shit.

I got an email twenty minutes ago saying that OBL is reportable. Now Mac's severely pissed – and so is Charlie, dammit. Well, it's not my fault that I – actually, it kind of is, so I'm just going to stop that thought there before I embarrass myself even further. Oh God, her lips are pursing – never a good sign – and her eyes have narrowed to slits as she reads the email to Charlie. This should be a happy occasion – can't we fast forward to the time when we find this funny?

"Are you kidding me?! Get on the air!" Dammit Charlie, there's no need to yell!

"We're going!"

Excitement floods my body as I anticipate the announcement – I don't really know what to say, or how to say it, but this – this is good news. No. It's not good news actually. It's fantastic news, and I get to share it with Mac. I get to share this news with the whole world, and I get to do it with Mac in my ear – pissed with me as she is – directing me and just, being there. I get to share this momentous occasion with my family.

"Good Evening. From New York City, I'm Will McAvoy. ACN is now able to report and confirm that for the first time in almost three decades, the world has no reason to fear Osama Bin Laden…"

Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates! If you enjoyed this chapter, please review, and thanks for reading! Also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed previously, your comments mean a lot to me!

I'll admit upfront that I enjoyed writing high!Will a little too much, so I hope I didn't overdo it... :)