Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

A/N: One of the few things I've ever written that's pure angst. Please review.

Missed

"Hey, Mac, did you want to go out and grab a drink?" Stella came round the corner to where he was standing, head buried in a file..

He looked up. "I've got other plans already. Rain check?"

"Nah, that's fine." She stuck her hands in her pockets, shifted from foot to foot for a second.

"Can I help you with something else?" She was confusing him.

"No..." She made as if to go, then turned back around and drew in a deep breath. "I, uh, know you're involved with her. And I just thought I'd tell you..." She looked him dead in the eye, all of her personal feelings in plain sight if he chose to look. "I'm really happy for you, Mac. It's great that you've managed to find someone again. Good luck, ok?"

This time she really did walk away, leaving him behind, completely floored, to wonder, what the hell else had he missed?