Mac and Christine talked through what happened at dinner but they could not remember anything all that unusual. Christine did remember the woman being a little friendly with Mac but she thought that happened everywhere. "All I know is that it had to be in the water," Mac said.

"I agree," Christine replied.

"Maybe together, we might be able to get a sketch of her."

"I don't remember that much about what she looked like. I was looking at this beautiful ring you gave me a lot of the time."

Mac smiled. "You really like it?"

"Of course. I love the man who gave it to me."

Christine leaned over and kissed Mac. "Well, that was the real Mac Taylor," she said.

Mac touched her hair. "You are beautiful," he said. "I must have still had my senses a little when I said that."

Christine smiled. "It's hard to believe that this is really happening."

"What?"

"That we're together. It just seems like time goes by so fast."

"It does. I'm tired of wasting time."

"What do you mean?"

Mac paused a moment and then looked at her. "Why don't we run away and get married?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want to go."

Christine considered that. "Mac, I was going to tell you about a chef's convention they're having in Las Vegas. I was going to attend that."

Mac thought about that a moment. "We're going to mix our wedding with business?" he asked.

"Of course not. I shouldn't have even said that."

"You want to go to Vegas and get married in a chapel?"

"It could be fun."

"Oh, yeah, the Elvis impersonator and all."

Christine laughed. "I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humor."

"I don't ever want to lose that."

"I don't want you to lose it either."

That evening, Mac got out of the hospital. Instead of going home, he went to the lab, much to the contrary of what Christine wanted him to do. "I don't want to go home right now," he said.

"Mac, you need to go home and rest," Christine replied.

"I'll go home later. I laid there in that bed at the hospital all day and I don't want to go home."

"Oh, you are so stubborn."

"You like me that way."

Christine folded her arms as she followed him to his office. "I like you that way?" she asked.

Mac flashed his smile at her as he went into his office. Christine came in and closed the door. Mac rubbed his forehead. "I still have a headache," he said.

"See? You should be at home."

"Christine."

Just then, Mac saw Jo coming toward his office. He knew they would gang up on him about going home now. She came into the office. "Mac, what are you doing here?" Jo asked.

"I wanted to be here," Mac said. "I just didn't want to go home right now. I want to know if you guys have found out anything else."

"We're going to visit everyone at your apartment building," Jo said.

Mac stared at her a moment. "Everybody?" he asked. "That's a lot of people."

"Well, we can't figure out any other way to find this woman. There is no one in your building named Deborah." Jo looked at him. "Can you believe that? Not a single person."

Mac shrugged. "So, there's no one named Deborah. I bet there's only one Mac in that building."

Jo put her hand on her hip. "You're just a joker today, aren't you?" she asked.

"I guess I feel weird today after that night I had."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I have a headache but I feel better than I did this morning. I don't feel like things are crawling all over me."

"You want to go with us to visit all these people? Maybe you would recognize her."

"I thought you'd never ask," Mac said. "Are we taking Christine too?"

Christine looked surprised. "Me?"

"Yes. You saw her too and your memory might be clearer than mine."

"As long as I don't have to chase anyone."

Mac smiled. "I promise."

Mac, Christine and Jo went down and got Don and they all headed for the apartment building. "You think she's still there?" Don asked.

"No," Mac replied. "But maybe she thinks we would think that."

"I don't think she's doing all this alone," Jo said. "I think she has some help."

Mac shook his head. "I can't figure out what her motive is."

"It must be something to do with you and Christine," Don said. "Christine, has anything strange happened to you lately?"

Christine considered that. "Why would they do all this to Mac because of me?" she asked.

"Maybe to get you away from him," Jo said.

Christine frowned. "Well, there was this guy who asked me out before and he comes to the restaurant sometimes."

Mac looked at her. "You didn't say anything about that," he said. "Who is he?"

"Now, just don't get jealous. You remember when I told you that I was a catch and you were going to lose me?"

Mac nodded. "Of course. I wondered what you meant by that."

"Someone else had asked me out but I wasn't about to go out with him until I found out if I could get you and I would never choose him over you."

"And he's been harassing you?"

"I wouldn't say he is harassing me. He comes to the restaurant to eat a few days a week."

"But, Mac, this is a woman doing all this," Don said.

"But maybe she's not alone," Mac replied. "Maybe it's about something else."

"You think this guy's got some woman helping him to break you and Christine up so he can pounce?"

"Who knows?"

"That's pretty far out," Christine remarked. "That guy has never touched me or anything or acted aggressive."

"But maybe he just got like this when he figured out that we were serious," Mac said. "Do you know his name?"

"Mac, you can't accuse a man just because he's stepping into your territory."

Mac looked at her. "That is not what I'm doing," he declared. "We have to look into everything with something like this."

"Oh, I think you're jealous and you want to find out who the guy is so you can let him know that you know about him."

Mac folded his arms. Jo and Don were trying not to laugh or smile in the front seat. Mac looked at Don who was in the passenger seat. "You think this is funny?" he asked.

Don looked around at Mac. "I didn't say anything," Don said.

"Yeah, but you think it."

Don looked out the passenger window. He was trying hard not to laugh. Mac looked at Christine. "So I'm jealous," he said. "I have a right to be jealous."

Christine held up her hand. "You see that?" she asked referring to her ring. "I am wearing 'your' ring. I 'chose' to do that. That means that I want 'you', not someone else. You have no reason to be jealous."

"Oh please. Now, you're just wanting me to think that women don't get jealous."

"I don't think they get as jealous as men."

Don almost snickered but he tried to keep it quiet. Jo looked at him, hearing that. Don tried to pretend that he did not say anything.

Mac looked at Christine. "Do you mean to tell me that if some woman came into the lab and she was hanging around me smiling and flirting with me and asking me to dinner or drinks, you would not get jealous?" he asked.

Christine folded her arms and looked at him. "Who's doing that?" she asked.

"Nobody. I'm asking a philosophical question."

"That's not a real scenario. That never happened."

"OH yeah? Well, there have been plenty of women who flirted with me."

Don rubbed his face trying desperately not to laugh. He thought this was the funniest thing he had ever heard from Mac. Jo thumped him on the arm. Don looked at her and she gave him a warning look.

"Who has flirted with you?" Christine went on.

Mac folded his arms and blew out a breath. "Well, there was that reporter that time, and it was about the same time you started sending me emails," he said. "I could have chosen her, if you didn't know."

"Oh, could you?"

"Yeah. You're not the only 'catch'." Mac looked at her with a haughty look but he was trying not to smile.

"Mac Taylor, you are just full of jealousy. That's all it is."

"Like I said: I have a right to be jealous." Mac looked at Don. "Wouldn't you be jealous, Don?"

Don looked at Mac. "I don't have anything to say in this," he said.

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope."

Mac looked at Christine who was smiling at him. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"I love it when you're jealous," Christine said.

Mac stared at her a moment. "Then why are you refusing to tell me who the guy was?" he asked.

"I don't know his name, except that his first name is Kevin."

"Oh, Kevin, huh?"

"And what was this reporter's name?"

Mac scowled. "I don't remember," he said.

"Jennifer Walsh," Don said.

Mac looked at him and then back at Christine. "Oh, I think I've heard that name," Christine said. "Did you think she was pretty?"

Mac frowned. "Okay, never mind," he said. "That was I think the same day that you sent me a friend request."

"Well, maybe she is behind this," Christine said. "Maybe she is so jealous that you would choose me over a big shot reporter that she has just gone off the deep end and decided to start drugging you and trying to get you for herself."

"Okay, I get your point. You don't have to rub it in. I was just saying that the guy could have been subtle about it. Are you sure no one has been following you or anything?"

"Not that I've seen but I have been pretty busy lately."

"I can't figure out who is doing all this and why," Mac said. "I just don't know of anyone who has been hanging around me either."

"They probably haven't been hanging around you," Jo said, now that Mac and Christine were done with their discussion. "It's probably someone who has just been admiring you through the newspaper or something like that."

"Well, that could be any of millions."

"You're right, but I think it's someone in your own apartment building. It has to be someone who is there close because they know when you leave and come back or they couldn't have done the things they've done."

"They could be watching him," Don pointed out.

"But they had to have access to his building and be able to get a key."

"That's the puzzling part. How did they get a key?"

"That landlord has a young wife," Mac said. "I don't know how anyone could get close to him."

"Maybe she is doing it," Jo said. "Have you met her?"

"That was not her at the restaurant."

"Maybe it was someone helping her. I just don't think this person is doing all this on her own."

"You may be right but we have to find them and prove it."

They soon arrived at Mac's apartment building. Mac stood in the lobby as the others came up around him. "This is going to be a long evening," he said.

Christine hugged his arm. "We can spend it together," she said.

"I guess you can look on the bright side of anything."