The end is nigh, my friends. Majority is written out. All good things must come to an end, eh? xx

The Day Shift team, sans its leader and Connor, were strewn around the break room. Stella was nursing yet another Danny-made coffee sludge, while Danny himself chattered into his cell-phone on the other side of the room, away from ear-shot. Natalie was telling Stella of her dreaded weekend ahead with "Beelzebub's favourite in-laws", she was desperately hoping the case she was working on would require overtime, maybe three days worth?

They were waiting on the missing members to join them for lunch at Sullivan's, and said lunch hour was quickly deteriorating when Connor graced them with his presence.

"Finally! Where's Mac?" Natalie exclaimed. Danny said his goodbyes to whom they assumed was Aiden, and rejoined the group.

"Sorry about that, had to make a run to the morgue. I don't think Mac's coming," he said, pulling the elastic band from his shoulder-length hair, bunching the black strands together again and securing.

"What makes you think that?"

"Just passed him in the hall with a serious looker," Connor winked, to which Natalie gave him a nudge in the side.

"Hey, what was that for?"

Nat not-so-subtly nodded to Stella.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, put the boy down," Stella grinned, though there was a hint of sadness in her green eyes. "We broke up over two months ago."

"Oh, God. Stella, I'm sorry."

"Forget it, I'm glad he's moving on," she said somewhat genuinely. "She was pretty?"

"Next Top Model, pretty," he said almost apologetically. "Though too old for me."

"You mean you wont date anything in a skirt?" Natalie asked, mock-shocked.

"She's funny!" he pointed to her with a short-lived grin, before wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her to the door in a good-natured head-lock. "We goin'?"

Xx

Mac pulled into Massimo's parking lot and killed the engine. Ever the gentleman, he crossed the car to the passenger side and stood aside while she got out.

They dodged the busy lunch traffic and the gentleman again opened the heavy wooden door into the sunlit restaurant. It was lucky that Mac had called ahead and reserved a table because the lunch menu was one of the most popular times for Little Italy's little gem.

Massimo himself seated the pair, took drink requests and returned not long later for the food order. Massimo shot her a less-than-lovely glance when taking her menu.

"You two really had some fans, huh?"

"Sorry about that," Mac muttered, watching the managers retreating figure.

"Okay, Mac, so tell me what we're doing here," she leant forwards, her brunette bangs framing her pixie features.

"Well, Anita, I have a two-bed-one-bath for the market and a search for the same."

Anita Cannavale, of 'New Home New York' Estate Agency, immediately scanned her mental knowledge for the criteria. "You're selling for the same?"

"It's more about what I'm selling. It's just time."

"Well, okay then. When can you put it on the market?"

"As soon as?"

"I'll start the process when I get back, then," she smiled and sipped at her water.

"Thanks," he smiled. It had taken a long time to get to this point, but, well, Stella was right. That house was always going to be Claire's. He needed a new place, a place with no attached memories, but room to make some more. "How are the kids?"