Change

"You took it off." She said it as a statement, rather than a question.

A smile touched the corners of Mac's mouth. "I like the feeling that I can change things."

Stella inclined her head. "I'm guessing you're talking about something else, too."

"Sullivan has a civil court date in a week," was his reply.

"You went out of your way, Mac. You don't do that very often. But when you do," Stella smiled at him, "You do well." She reached over and squeezed his hand gently.

Mac looked down at her hand covering his. When he felt her letting go, he laced his fingers with hers. He turned his gaze to her dark brown eyes. They widened slightly in surprise.

"Mac-"

He stood up, their interlocked fingers compelling her to join him. "Come."

As they walked out, he looked over at her again. "Change isn't always bad, is it?"

"No," Stella agreed, another smile coming through, "It isn't."