A/N: Wow! Thank you so much everyone for the reviews. They were straight up amazing and made me very happy. So, as a thank you I tried to get part 2 together quickly. Please let me know what you think, it is a great motivator.

Catch Me a Catch

Neal: The Unwitting Matchmaker, Part 2

"Well, this is completely unfair!" Mackenzie whined.

Mac was on Will's couch, her head almost hanging off the arm rest, her toes dangerously close to Will's thigh.

"What is?" Will asked staring at her, clear eyed, from his spot on the couch.

"I can't stop laughing. I keep thinking and saying these odd, typically stoned type things, and you still seem totally together. No different than when we did the broadcast tonight. I don't think you're high. You're certainly not saying anything of significance, no matter how hard I try. And I am completely high. This is a bust. BUUUST. Bust is quite an odd word," Mackenzie spoke so fast that Will was proud of himself for comprehending any of it.

"Mac, you know me. We split that thing. My tolerance level is a lot higher than yours. Also, I am just a bit bigger than you if you hadn't been able to tell."

"Oh. Oh. Damn it. Of course, that makes sense. Why didn't I think of that before agreeing to this?" Mac said. "Wait? You knew that going in to this little agreement. You played me Will McAvoy, played me like I was a blue grass ditty on your precious guitar."

"Marijuana paranoia, check." Will smiled laughing at Mac.

"No, I have a point. I am a tiny woman with no tolerance. Why didn't you warn me?" Mackenzie asked.

"You do remember this all started because you almost tried to dose me behind my back? Do you really want to travel down this path into morals and ethics?"

"Key word being almost, Will. My moral center prevailed."

"Okaaaay," Will said stretching out the word.

"Don't do that."

"What?"

"Placate. It's nauseating." Mac firmly responded sitting up and shifting her body to look him in the eyes. A move which inadvertently left her knees pressed against Will's thigh as she sat on her feet.

"Feisty!" Will retorted, very much amused with Mackenzie at the moment.

"Maybe you're high. You're usually much more verbose than this but it's all one liners now."

"Fair enough," Will smirked.

"This isn't what I wanted." Mac whined.

"I know."

"I am hungry."

"I know."

"Well don't you just know everything?! You know what, go get a joint. I know you have one stashed here somewhere. You believe in justice and justice says that you should be equally as fucked up as I am." Mac popped up off the couch. She grabbed Will's arm and began to pull him up off the couch.

"Bossy!" Will responded but acquiesced getting off the couch. Maybe, he was a little high because the thought of getting the joint in his bedside drawer sounded like a fantastic idea.

"I am your boss." Mac responded as Will began to walk down the hallway.

"That is debatable." Will called out before disappearing into his room. A few minutes later he came out with a perfectly hand rolled joint.

This was where the second negotiations of the night began. Will decided he would only smoke it, if they shared it. Mackenzie realized she would get higher in the process, if that was even possible, but the likelihood of getting Mr. Tight Lipped Anchor to spill his guts would also increase.

After her second puff, and first coughing attack, Mackenzie realized that if this night had a winner, so far, it wasn't her. Will seemed cool as cucumber as he took hit after hit on the joint. Sober Mackenzie most likely would have been angry with her plans for the night not working out in her favor. However, in her current state it just made Mac uncontrollably giggle because she just kept thinking Will was right, she really was shitty at subterfuge. While simultaneously thinking she could really go for some cucumbers right about now.

"You know what's crazy? If America as we know it was first a part of the British Colonies then why is it that you say tomato and I say tomato shouldn't we all say tomato? What happened, when did it change? America became free and Paul Reverie ran through the streets, 'we won everyone speak differently now. It's not bangers and mash anymore its sausage and potatoes spread the word y'all!"

"Your American accent is awful." Will commented.

"My American accent is brilliant Will McAvoy! I am American!"

They were back on Will's couch just having returned from raiding the kitchen. They had bottled water, popcorn, and half a bag of M&M's to show for it. Mackenzie reached out and grabbed a handful of popcorn and chocolate, savoring the contrast between the salty and the sweet more than ever before. When she leaned back on the couch she ended up lightly resting her head on Will's shoulder as she continued her musings about the differences between England and the states. Mackenzie seemed oblivious to the closeness, but not Will. Will was pretty blissed out at that moment but he was absorbing every second of this time with her, without over thinking what was happening. He just concentrated on the moment. On her tiny hand inadvertently brushing at his side, on her soft green apple smelling hair filling his nostrils, and even the way her brilliant crazy alter brained worked. She was delightful and for once he just let himself enjoy it.

"Okay, you just laughed quite heartily at my Bronx Zoo story and you never found it remotely funny the other times you've heard it. So, by my calculations you are now officially stoned. So out with it Will McAvoy." Mackenzie started, her head still resting on his shoulder.

"Out with what?" Will wearily asked, sitting up straighter, which forced Mackenzie to do the same.

"Don't play coy. What was in the message?"

"Mackenzie, seriously drop it." Will said, his entire tone changing as if the question alone had sobered him up completely.

"But you promised to tell me. I did my part, I'm very much high."

"No, I promised to eat that lemon bar, nothing else." Will countered.

"That is some lawyer trickery. You knew why I wanted you to eat that thing!"

"Mackenzie," Will pleaded.

"Please," Mac replied softly, putting her hand on top of his hand. "Just tell me. Tell me, Billy. I promise it will be fine."

"I can't."

Mackenzie swiftly turned her head away so Will's view of her face was obstructed. A wave of emotion, one she might normally be able to suppress, washed over her cruelly sucking her into the undertow. Fuck, she felt the tears escaping from her eyes and soon the stream was steady and unstoppable. She tried to sniffle quietly, but Will wasn't fooled for a second.

"Are you crying?" Will immediately asked even though he knew the answer. He touched her shoulder, and turned her until she was facing him once again. The evidence of her tears now undeniable.

"No, yes?" Mackenzie squeaked out, sniffling once again, trying and failing at reining in her emotions.

"I hate when you cry." Will croaked out, feeling like shit for pushing her to this point.

"It's just the pot. This damn stuff always made me more emotional. I am being a baby."

"No, it's me. I am sorry, I am a bastard." Will returned.

"No, if you were a bastard I wouldn't be desperately trying to get you to tell me what was on that stupid message." Mackenzie took a deep calming breath before shakily continuing, "If you were a bastard, I wouldn't have been spending weeks imagining what you might have said. Hoping, really hoping, I knew what you said. If you were a bastard, I wouldn't still be berating myself for fucking up the best thing I ever had all those years ago. You are not a bastard, I am just truly an idiot when it comes to anything personal."

"You're not an idiot, and you do know what it says," Will quietly mumbled.

"I know what it says?" Mac asked, her voice laced with hope.

"Yes." Will confirmed.

"If you make some joke right now about how it said something about the tea party or Sarah Palin or something, I will kill you Will McAvoy."

"I still love you." Will confessed.

"What?"

"That was the gist of the message. I just couldn't-"

"What?" Mackenzie cut off, still in shock at what Will just admitted.

"You had to have known." Will countered.

"I didn't know. I wanted it, but I didn't know."

"Oh."

The pair sat in silence for a few moments. Each grappling with all that had been revealed in the last few minutes.

"Wait, I understand why you were being so weird before, you thought I heard it and rejected you, which by the way would never happen, but why not tell me once you realized I never got the message?" Mackenzie asked as she tried to work out the puzzle pieces in her head.

"I don't know, at that point I thought maybe there was some bigger divine like reason you never got it." Will awkwardly tried to explain.

"I understand now." Mackenzie began heartbroken, "You might still love me, but you still can't forgive me, can you? That's it right? So when you found out I never got the message, it was like a do over, a free take back. "

Mackenzie's eyes flooded with a new batch of tears at her realization.

"Please, Mac. The crying, it's killing me," Will reached out and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe a few of her tears away. His heart broke further as she backed away a little in order to avoid his touch. Will knew there was only one move to make at this point. Only one thing he could do. Only one thing he wanted to do. He gazed at her forlorn face, leaned in, and kissed her. It was sweet and subtle, but only for an instant, before it was hard and passionate. Their lips furiously attempting to make up for every time they were denied access to each other in the last five years. Her hands were in his hair pulling his face as close as possible. While his hands tantalizingly traced her sides.

It was clear to the both of them in that moment that this was everything. Together, they were everything. Everything they both ached for, everything they knew too well they were missing. It was them as they should be. Yet, there was a pervasive thought in the back of Mackenzie's brain. One thought that became so inescapable that eventually it broke through her lust haze and caused her to pull back from Will whose hands had just made their way to her breasts.

"Will, what are we doing?" She breathily asked.

"I thought that was kind of obvious." Will breathed back removing his hands from her body.

"I'm meant what does this mean for us?" Mac tried to explain, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

"I don't know Mac. I just don't want to hurt anymore, and when you started crying I realized I don't want you to hurt anymore, and hurting you hurts me. What is the point?" Will confessed.

"I love you, so much, but if this is just a tonight thing because I am sad and we're high, I don't think I can do it. I just can't put myself through having you and losing you again. I don't have that in me…"

"It could never just be one night with you. Mac, I want this to work. I always knew you were irreplaceable, I just forced myself to forget that for a while."

"For good reason. Well, Will, we'll just have to work out then won't we? I will do everything I can to make sure of it. I won't fuck up like I did ever again," Mac said determinedly smiling through her tears at Will's confession, "Ever."

Mackenzie stood up and grabbed Will's hand, helping him up. She slung her arms around his neck and gave him a deep promising kiss.

"Take me to bed, Will." Mackenzie seductively whispered. "I've heard sex while high is amazing!"

Will laughed his smile larger than Mackenzie had seen it in years. He took his hand in hers and the pair practically floated to his room, until they landed on his giant fluffy bed. A bed where what Mackenzie heard proved to be very much true for the newly reunited lovers.

Up Next: Charlie! I hope?