Jennifer Walsh arrived and went through security. Mac had cleared her so it was not difficult for her to get up to his office. He had Jo in his office for the interview so she could be a witness to everything he said. He hardly trusted reporters to always tell the truth. He had been burned by a few in the past and had to live down rumors that had been started about him but since there was no foundation for the accusation, it soon died as quick as it had started.

Jennifer walked to Mac's office and he waved her on in. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," Mac replied. "Have a seat."

Jennifer sat down and nodded to Jo. "So, what do you want to say that I had to come all the way over here for?" she asked.

"I want you to write a story about this case and I'm going to tell you what I want you to say," Mac said.

"And when did you become a writer?"

"I've been writing reports for a very long time. I guess I'm a pretty good writer."

"Okay." Jennifer got her notepad out and a pen. "So, let's get on with it."

Mac leaned back in his chair. "First, I want you to tell about the case so far," he said. "Tell how he has murdered three women and is a dangerous murderer. That should swell up his ego a little. Then we're going to cut him down."

Jennifer looked at Mac. "How?"

"Just write what I tell you."

After that interview, Jennifer started to leave but she went back to Mac's office after Jo left. "So, do you like coffee?" she asked.

"Sometimes," Mac replied.

"Why don't we have coffee tomorrow morning?"

Mac looked at her. "Well, I'm getting married in two days and I'm really busy."

Jennifer stared at him a moment. "You're getting married?"

"Yes."

"When did this happen?"

Mac scowled. "I don't think that's any of your concern."

"Well, congratulations."

As Jennifer was leaving, she saw the invitation on the bulletin board about Mac's wedding. She thought maybe she would announce it in the paper and maybe she would crash the wedding herself. She thought he deserved it after the way he had treated her. She would definitely take this story he had given her and print it. She had to wonder what reaction Mac hoped to get.

Danny came to Mac's office. "I went to see Don this morning," he said.

"How is he?" Mac asked.

"He's in some pain. He's going to have surgery tomorrow after some of the swelling goes down."

Mac sighed. "We have to catch this murderer and everybody has to be careful," he said. "He's already injured two of us and he would kill if he gets the chance."

"What's our next move?"

"We're going to wait for that newspaper article to come out and we will see if we get a reaction. He's bound to see it because he wants to see his fame in the paper."

"You think he will go after another victim?"

"He may be already picking one."

"How do we keep him from succeeding?"

"I don't know. We have not gotten any leads from anyone saying they saw him which is surprising to me."

"He must be hiding out."

"Yes, and I think he's somewhere around that pharmacy where he actually got his prescription."

"And the pharmacist said he was the one who went in there and got it," Danny said. "He recognized him from a picture."

Mac shifted in his seat. He thought his legs were getting stiff sitting there so long. "I'm going to get something to eat," he said. "It's late, and I didn't have any lunch. I'm hungry and I need to stretch my legs a little." He stood up and tried not to groan about it.

"That bad, huh?" Danny asked as he saw the look on Mac's face.

"Yeah, it's that bad," Mac said. He got his crutches and headed out of the office.

"I'll get in there with Adam and listen to the wire and see if anything comes in," Danny said.

"Good," Mac replied. "Let me know if you hear anything."

"You need someone to drive you?"

Mac sighed. "I suppose so. I can't move all that fast."

"I'm sure Lindsay won't mind taking you. She's always hungry."

Mac smiled. "So, what do you think it will be like to have two?"

Danny shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "It's hard to imagine. I find myself wondering what the baby will look like, whether it will be a boy or girl, will it look like me? What will we name it?"

Mac nodded. "That's some good problems to have."

"Yeah." Danny went into the lab and soon, Lindsay came out.

"You need someone to drive you?" Lindsay asked.

"Yes," Mac answered.

"Great! Let me get my purse."

Mac smiled and went to the elevator to wait for her. While he was waiting, his phone rang. "Hello," he answered.

"Mac, have you eaten anything?" Christine asked.

"I'm about to go now."

"Good. Are you coming here?"

Mac considered that. "Maybe. Someone's driving me so I might have to go where she wants to go."

"Who's driving you?"

"Lindsay."

"Is it that bad?"

"I just don't think I should drive right now because my legs are sore and I can't move fast enough."

"Okay. If you come here, I'll have you something ready when you arrive."

Mac looked to see Lindsay coming. "Hold on a minute, Christine," he said. He looked at Lindsay. "You want to go to Christine's restaurant?"

"Sure," Lindsay replied. "I hope she has shrimp because I am craving them so bad, I even dreamed that I was out on a boat catching them myself."

Mac almost laughed at that. "Christine, do you have shrimp?" he asked.

"I do," Christine replied. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what Lindsay wants. You know what I like."

"Oh, let me see…you want a hotdog?"

Mac chuckled as he went on into the elevator. "I think I'll have a hamburger today," he said.

"I'll have it ready by the time you get here and all the trimmings, and I'll have Lindsay's ready too."

"Great. We'll be there soon."

They went out to the Avalanche when they got down. Mac looked at the truck wondering if he could climb up in there. He opened the door and put his crutches in first. He put his right foot up first and got up into the truck easier than he had thought he could. Lindsay got in the driver's seat. "I am so hungry," she said. "I think it's worse this time than it was with Lucy."

Mac smiled. "Well, maybe you need to eat more this time," he said.

"I already feel like a cow."

Mac almost laughed. "You're not," he said. "Stop worrying about that."

"I guess it's just the hormones rushing around in me that make me feel that way."

Mac did not know much about that. He wished he had had a child with Claire but that was in the past and he had to look toward the future now. He swallowed hard as he thought of the fact that he was going to be getting married in two days. Even though he had been married before, he was still nervous about it. He knew he loved Christine and she loved him but they were about to change their entire lives.

"So, where are you guys going for your honeymoon?" Lindsay asked.

Mac looked at her. "Uhm, we're going fishing," he said.

Lindsay was not sure what to make of that answer. "Fishing?"

"I mean, we're going up to the mountains and stay in a cabin."

"Oh." Lindsay thought that was worse than their honeymoon…which they did not get to have. Of course, they had been on trips since then but it was not the same thing. She had been glad that she married Danny though, especially when she got in that delivery room, and there was nothing like having him there all the time and having someone to know everything.

Mac heard that 'oh'. "You don't think that is a good honeymoon?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter to me. It's up to you and Christine."

"We were planning to go up there before we decided to get married Friday and then we thought we would just combine the two and…"

"Does she like fishing?"

Mac considered that. "I don't know," he said. "I'm sure we will have more to do than just fish."

"I'm sure you will."

They arrived at Christine's restaurant and went inside. Christine smiled as she saw Mac come in the door. She wondered if her heart would stop jumping every time she saw him after they were married. It was like she got an electric shot every time she saw him even when she was expecting him to come. She went over to him and kissed him. "I'm glad to see you," she said.

"Well, it was just a while ago that you were at the office," Mac replied.

"It doesn't matter. I love it every time I see you."

"I'm always glad to see you too."

"I have your meals ready. Are you going to eat here?"

"I think so."

Mac and Lindsay sat down at a table and Christine brought their meals to them. "Anything else?" she asked.

"This is perfect," Lindsay said as she was taking a bite of the shrimp.

Christine smiled and looked at Mac, hoping that she would know how Lindsay felt some day. Mac noticed that look but he took a bite of his hamburger and tried not to let her know that he noticed. Then he remembered what he had been thinking of earlier. Did he want to make that same mistake again? He looked at Christine and smiled his knowing smile. It made him nervous to think of having a baby but he would not refuse again. Then he thought of how old he was getting and that Christine was only six years younger. How soon would they have a baby? He thought he wanted to get used to being married first. He supposed they could discuss that after they were married.

Lindsay ate her plate of shrimp, savoring every bite. Mac wondered how things tasted to her. He had always heard that things tasted better to women when they were pregnant. "Does everything taste better while you're pregnant?" he asked.

"Yes!" Lindsay said. "I think it's because women need to eat more when they're pregnant and everything tastes so good you can't help but eat more."

"Well, nature always knows best."

"Isn't it wonderful?"

Mac ate a fry and thought about the case they were working on. He supposed the next morning would tell the tale. When that paper came out, they would see how in touch that criminal was. Mac was sure the guy would be looking for his name to be mentioned. He did not seem to care that they knew who he was. He remembered when they had been after suspect X…they had not known what her name was. It had taken them a long time to figure out who the compass killer was either…and who the cabbie killer was. With all the people in the city, he did not know how Wayne Bryant could stay hidden.

That evening, they had not found any more clues as to the whereabouts of Wayne Bryant. Mac was beginning to wonder if the man had changed his appearance somehow. If he had, he might even get out of the city. Mac did not think he wanted to get out of the city…he wanted to stick around and gloat about his crimes and see how many he could commit without getting caught. Catch me if you can. That was what he had said. Mac thought that was how all of them were…arrogant.

Christine came to the office when she got off from the restaurant. "Why don't you come home with me again?" she asked.

Mac sighed. "I might as well," he said. "I don't think we're going to find anything else tonight."

"Come on."

Mac let Adam and the others know he was leaving. "Let me know if you find anything," he said. "No matter what time it is."

Mac and Christine went to her apartment and went inside. "I hate walking on crutches," Mac said. "I hope I won't need them tomorrow."

"Maybe you won't," Christine replied. "Are you bad sore?"

"Pretty sore. It's bruises…if you can imagine having bruises all over your legs, and some of them are pretty bad."

"You want something to drink?"

"Water."

"I'll be right back."

Mac sat down on the sofa and sighed. He thought he could work some of that soreness out if he tried. He raised his legs up and down and stretched them but that did not seem to help much. They still felt stiff. Christine came back with a bottle of water. She smiled at Mac lying on the sofa. "I liked you being here," she said.

"You have a comfortable couch," Mac said.

Christine set the bottle of water down and got on the couch with him and lay down on top with her head on his chest. "Just think, it won't be long till we are doing this all the time," she said.

"I can't wait," Mac said.

"Do you think you will catch that guy?"

"I hope."

"I have my dress now." Christine raised up and looked at him. "You want to see it?"

Mac pushed her hair out of her face. "Isn't that bad luck?" he asked.

"I don't know…is it?" Christine leaned down and kissed him. "Does this feeling ever fade?"

"What feeling?"

"That feeling I get every time I see you?"

Mac kissed her again. "What feeling is that?" he asked.

"That thing my heart does?"

"I don't think so."

"I hope not. I like it."

Mac smiled at her. "We don't ever have to lose our infatuation with each other," he said. "We can keep the fire kindled and not let it die."

"I don't think this fire is going to die. And I think we're going to be consumed Friday night."

Mac cleared his throat. "I don't think you should say that when you're laying on top of me like this," he said.

Christine leaned down closer to him. "Why?" she whispered.

"I think you know why," he said.

"I love to tease you."

"Everybody seems to."

"Because you're so shy."

"I am not."

"OH yes you are, and I'm going to take advantage of you Friday night."

"Oh really? I might take advantage of you."

"I'm not going to resist."

Mac pulled her down and kissed her again. Christine slid her arms around and under him and enjoyed the love they had for each other in their kiss. Then Mac's phone rang. He looked at her. "Sorry," he said. He got the phone and answered it, "Taylor."

"Are you having a hard time finding me, Detective?" Bryant asked.

"Why do you ask? Are you having a hard time keeping up with us?"

"I don't think you have a clue."

"Well, I guess you will be the first to know if I do, won't you?"

"You better watch those women out there. I'm still out here and I have seen a lot of prospective victims…or that's what you call them."

"That's what they are."

"They're so vain. They put those nails on there knowing that they can't keep them from being broken, and then they go to the gym and fuss at me if one gets broken. They don't even know anything about real problems. They live on a velvet pillow and don't know anything about real suffering."

Mac frowned. "But you do?"

"Of course! You should know I do!"

"I don't think you know anything. You're nothing but a psychopathic murderer."

Bryant was silent a moment. "Well, I'm smarter than you…you haven't been able to find me yet."

"But I will."

"Catch me if you can."

The call ended and Mac put his phone away. He looked at Christine who was still lying on him. "That was him," she said. "What did he say?"

"I was right about him," Mac said. "It is about them coming to the gym with those nails on but I know he can't stand to be called a psychopath. He's feeling sorry for himself and he wants other people to thinks he's smart and be in awe about how he can get away with it."

"Your plan is working?"

"I don't know but we'll see after tomorrow's paper."

Christine ran her finger around his chin. "So handsome," she said.

"And you are beautiful."

She kissed him again and then got up. "I guess I will see you in the morning," she said.

Mac stared at her a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. Good night."

"Good night."

Christine smiled as she went to her room. She could hardly believe they would get married the day after tomorrow. She was nervous but excited at the same time. It would be wonderful.