Mac watched them leave and she realized she was alone, at home, for the first time in a while. She knew Sloan and Don would be around later, but for now she was going to enjoy her time.

She got her laptop and several note pads from the bedroom and put them on the coffee table. Her list of things to do kept getting longer and longer. Building a show took a lot of preparation. One list was to go over with Sloan, one with Don and one with Charlie. Then there was the Will list. His was the longest. She trusted Sloan and Don but Will was her partner and she needed to bounce ideas off of him before she would talk to anyone else.

Mac was typing up some notes when the phone rang. Sloan was downstairs. Mac finished up her note, saved the file and put her computer on the coffee table when she heard the elevator door open.

"Hello," Mac said, "come on in."

"Hey, where is every body? It's really quiet in here."

They sat on the couch and Mac said, "Will and Jane are taking some things to the apartment with Lonny. Don will be here any time." She saw Sloan react to Don's name. "Are you and Don okay?"

"We're working on it," Sloan said.

"Are you okay with him being your EP? You're great in front of the camera but you're going to have to listen to your EP and trust him to know what he's doing and that you may not understand why he's doing something. You'll get in a rhythm where he will be able to queue you with a couple of words, but you aren't there yet. It takes trust and that's part of what you have to build."

"I get that, Kenzie, I do. It's hard."

"Trust me, I know. Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, do you have coffee?"

"I'm sure we do, come on," she said leading her into the kitchen.

Will was carrying several bags for Jane while she tried to open the apartment door. He heard a woman calling for someone down the hall and around the corner came a toddler running as fast as he could. Will put the bags down and intercepted the little boy for the woman calling after him as she rounded the corner.

"Hey little guy," Will said and looked to the woman now standing next to him. The baby giggled and patted Will's cheeks.

Jane was watching him interact with the baby.

"I'm Trish, and this little monkey is my son, Peter. Thanks for your help. He's just gotten good at running and he's fast for someone so small," she said smiling.

Will was playing with Peter, tickling his tummy. "How old is Peter," Will asked.

"He's fourteen months."

Peter was wiggling around so Will turned the baby around so his back was against Will's chest.

"Are you ready to go," Trish asked her son. "It's nap time and he's avoiding it like a champ," she said smiling.

"You need to go take a nap, buddy," Will said handing the baby over to Trish.

"Thanks for helping."

"You're welcome," Will said, pulling the baby's shirt down.

"Have we met before? You look really familiar."

"I don't think so."

"You're Will McAvoy, from News Night."

He smiled and said, "I am. This is my sister, Jane. She'll be living here."

"Welcome. I'm in apartment four, if you need anything. Thanks again for helping with Peter. I better get him to his nap. It was nice meeting you both," she said going back down the hallway.

"You, too," Jane replied.

"Bye," Will said waving at the boy who waved back and put a smile on Will's face.

When he turned he saw Jane watching him with a smile. "What?"

"You're going to be a great daddy."

Will didn't know how to react.

"Okay, I didn't mean to scare you," she said, pulling him in to the apartment. "Sit down before you fall down, Will. You amaze me. You can handle international breaking news stories, you can hold you own with world leaders and a talking about being a father scares you to death from the look on your face."

"Jane…."

"Do you not want kids?"

"That's not it…."

"Does this have to do with our father?"

His head snapped up. "Not at all."

"Okay, not about him. I got it. Is this about Mac?"

His face softened and she knew she'd found the problem. "I'd love to have kids with Mackenzie, but I can live without kids, but I can't live without Mac."

"Women have babies at a much older age than Mac is currently. She would be considered high risk but that's only because of her age. She's healthy. There's no reason she couldn't have a successful pregnancy, Will. I have one patient who had a baby at forty-nine with no problems at all. I see it every day."

"We're thinking about it."

"She needs to be as healthy as she can be and that means no skipping meals. She's going to have stress because of her job but as long as she has a healthy outlet, like running, that will cut down on the effects of the stress. You need to stop smoking around her…really you need to stop completely," she said smiling at him.

"Okay. Will you email me articles to read about high risk pregnancies?"

"I will as long as you promise me that you'll ask me your questions and not clam up and not talk."

"Deal."

There was a knock at the door and Jane opened it to see Lonny there with the rest of her things.

"Thank you for bringing these up, you didn't have to do that, we were on our way back down."

"It's no problem," he said. "Where would you like these?"

"Let's put them in the bedroom, please."

When they'd finished unloading they stopped by a deli near Will's apartment and grabbed sandwiches for all of them and a couple extra in case Sloan and Don were at the apartment already and hadn't eaten. Lonny dropped them off, thanking Will for his lunch and explained he had to go.

"Do you want kids," he asked as they waited for the elevator.

"I think so, but I haven't decided and I'm missing a partner, so I need to work on that part first."

"Does Kate?"

"I don't think so, or at least she didn't before Tony. Michael, I'm not sure about. I somehow think no, but he may pull out of whatever is going on with him and decide he wants them later on."

"You'd be a good mom."

"Thanks."

They rode the elevator up to the apartment and both Don and Sloan were already there. They were all sitting around the living room chatting about formatting.

"Hello," Will said. "Lunch is here."

"Thank you," Mac said. "I'm starving."

"Everybody to the kitchen," Will said.

They all filed into the kitchen and Will put the sandwiches and salads on the counter. Mac grabbed them all plates and napkins.

"Jane, have you met Don," Mac asked.

"No, I've not. Jane McAvoy," she said shaking his hand.

"Jane is Will's sister," Mac explained.

"It's my pleasure."

"How's the show coming," Will asked.

"Good," Sloan answered. "We're making progress."

"Has Mac broken out the note pads," Will asked.

She smiled at him. "They have saved your ass a time or two," she said to Will.

He smiled back at her and said, "I know they have." He leaned over and kissed her temple and pulled her to his side.

Both Mac and Will could see Don trying to figure out what was going on with them without actually coming out and asking.

Every one fixed their plate and they went back to the living room to continue working. Mac and Will sat next to one another with Jane on the couch.

"Did you get things taken care of at the apartment," Mac asked.

"We did and we met a neighbor, Trish with a little boy…."

"Peter, isn't he sweet," Mac added.

Will was watching Mac talk about Peter.

"Will," Sloan said.

"Yes."

"Do you know anyone that might be interested in a round table on a regular basis?"

"How many people are you thinking about?"

"Three or four," Don answered.

"Do you have anyone picked out already?"

"I've got a couple of calls into some Wall Street guys who can actually communicate without the jargon. I'm not sure if they are interested or not."

"Will you appear, occasionally," Sloan asked.

"Sure, I'd love to. I like a live audience," he said smiling.

Will put his arm around Mac and she leaned against him. They were driving Don crazy. Will was watching Don's reactions to his every move. Will turned and whispered in Mac's ear and pulled back and she did the same. Jane and Sloan were busy talking about colors, everything from wardrobe to chairs and carpet. Don was the only one watching Will and Mac. He was trying to be stealthy, but it just wasn't working.

Will's home phone rang and he grabbed the receiver and walked into the kitchen to answer. After a few minutes when he hadn't come back, Mac went to check on him.

"Everything okay," she asked as she hugged him from behind.

"Just thinking, sorry."

"No worries."

"Have you been watching Don watch us?"

She laughed quietly. "I have."

"How much longer are Don and Sloan here?"

"Probably another hour. Sloan has a dinner to go to tonight."

"A date," he asked.

"No, a thank you dinner. She's not ready to move on and she won't be for a while."

"We should get back out there."

"We should," she agreed, yet didn't move from holding him. "I have a note pad for us to go over, when we're alone."

"Sure. Anything you need."

"Thanks," she said and kissed his cheek. "Come on," she said taking his hand and leading him back into the living room.

Don watched them holding hands as they came out of the kitchen.

"May I talk to the two of you, in the kitchen," Don asked.

"Okay," Will replied and placed his hand on Mac's back, guiding her back into the kitchen.

"What's going on with you two?"

"Sorry," Mac said.

"You're holding hands, he's kissing you and you're leaning up against him…."

"Are you finished," Will asked with no emotion on his face.

"Look, I know I'm on shaky ground with both of you already…but something's up."

"So, if you know you're on shaky ground why are you even asking?"

"Because you are distracting me. I'm trying to help Mac and Sloan and I can't figure out what's going on with the two of you and it's distracting me."

"You do know what it looks like when two people love each other, right," Mac asked.

"It looks like…" Don started and stopped. "It looks like your acting," he said realizing what he had said. "Really?"

"Really," Will replied.

"So everyone in there knows?"

"Yes, they do," Mac, answered.

"Congratulations," he said sincerely.

"Thanks," they both said.

"We've got work to finish up before Sloan has to leave," Mac said.

"Where is she going?"

"Dinner."

"A date," Don asked.

"I don't think that is any of your concern," Mac replied.

"Maggie moved out," Don announced. "We broke up a few weeks ago. No one knows. We're being very adult about the whole thing. She moved back in with Lisa."

"Are you all right," Mac asked, touching his arm.

"I am. Maggie and I weren't meant to be, we both know that…."

"It still hurts, though," she said hugging Don.

"Thanks," he said briefly hugging her.

"Have you told Sloan?"

Don looked up quickly at Mac.

"That's a no. Whether it is professional with friendship, or more or even strictly professional you need to establish trust with Sloan. She's going to be in front of the camera and she needs to know, implicitly that you've got her back. It won't work any other way. You've got to function as one."

"I'll talk to her," he said to Mac.

"If you aren't interested, don't play games with her," Will added.

"She's all I've been able to think about since she told me."

"Good. At least you're thinking," Will said. "Let's finish up, we've got to take Jane to LaGuardia," Will said leading them back out to the living room.

They all worked for another hour or so. Jane excused herself to get ready to go to the airport. Sloan and Don left together.

On the elevator Don asked Sloan her plans for later, after dinner.

"I'm sure Mac will send me something to work on, but I'll be at home, why?"

"May I come by later, to talk?"

Sloan was apprehensive but said he could. "I'll text you when I'm home."

"Thanks. Have a good dinner.