Five o'clock. Five o'clock in the morning! Most of the staffers had dozed off or were zoned out in their own little world as they all waited for salvation. If it didn't come soon, there was no way that they were getting home for a good while. The snow outside hadn't stopped and the multitude of red "cancellations" on the departures board was increasing about every ten minutes. Will could was sitting, almost hypnotised by the cascade of white which was billowing past the large glass windows, barely visible but as shadows in the night.

This hypnotic sensation was spreading to his actions as well. He was running his thumb from one said of Mac's elbow to the other and then back again…he might have been doing it for half an hour. He wasn't really sure either of how long he had been doing it for, or why he was doing it at all. Maybe it was just a way to make sure he didn't go mad from the eerily transfixing snowfall; or maybe just mad from boredom? It relaxed him anyway.

The airport was extremely quite now. Most people had run out of energy due to the sheer time that they had been waiting for a flight; a lot of people had given up and gone to find a hotel. Everyone else was just trying to get some sleep.

"You look very thoughtful." At last a soft murmur rescued him from the hypnosis, and he looked around the others for the speaker, until a slight twist in his lap made him look downwards at a very sleepy-looking (and uncomfortably adorable looking) Mackenzie. She was squinting up at him as her eyes adjusted to the light, and her warm arm crossed over the one belonging to him that was draped across her torso as she reached up to get the sleep out of her eyes.

"There's not much else to do around here."

"Mmm," she felt extremely comfortable, and was very tempted to just go back to sleep. Letting her eyes flicker shut for a few seconds more, they opened again as Will brushed a hair across her forehead from where she had been sleeping. He didn't seem to realise that he was still soothingly stroking her elbow, and she didn't really want to mention it in case he stopped. It was a nice feeling.

She twisted her head around so that she could check on the others. Most seemed to be asleep, or at least dozing. At the far end Neal was playing with something on his iPad, and Tess seemed to be curled up with a book; but Maggie was slumped next to Jim, her head on her shoulder, snoozing. Jim himself was lying as far back as he could, his head hanging over the top of the seat, mouth hanging open. Mac smiled to herself.

"It's funny to see them all so quiet." She whispered.

"Yeah." Will breathed, looking up and following her gaze. He smiled, "They've earned it."

"They did good." She agreed, a shadow of pride now in her eyes as she lingered on Jim in particular.

"You trained them well." Mac turned back to Will, eyes crinkled in a smile as she accepted the compliment. But the warmth grew there as she lifted her free arm to rest on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "No, we did Billy. You've given them someone to look up to. They wouldn't be half as good if they didn't have respect the person they were working for."

He smiled back.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence and Mac let her eyes drift shut again as Will stared into space, feeling happier than he had all day. And to be perfectly honest, he was slightly worried about why.

This just felt like old times. Mac snuggled up on his lap while they watched TV before bed, just having her close or holding her hand because he liked to know that she was there.

Luckily, before he had a chance to get too wrapped up in his old memories, a young, nervous looking man in a pilot's epaulettes tapped him on the shoulder.

"Mr McAvoy?" He asked.

"That's me."

"Air traffic control has ordered us to get ready, sir. They're going to try and get us out before they shut it down. And the storm is apparently heading for New York, so…"

Sighing, part of him very much opposed to changing the comfortable position he was in, he looked back down at Mac. She had an understanding, wistful look on her face too. She waited until she was sure he had seen it, sure he had gotten the message, and then nodded to him. Damn.

"Well we'd better get going then, hadn't we?"

"Yes sir" the young man responded. And walked away back to the small gate they would need to go through to get to the charter jet.

Smiling bravely, Mac pushed herself up into to a sitting position, but was prevented from moving further by the arm Will still had around her middle.

She shut her eyes, torn between not wanting him to take this any further and another part of her screaming for him to just pull her properly into his arms.

Will waited for her to move, and when she didn't he rested his forehead on the back of her head, squeezing her tightly to him, pleased when she leaned back into his embrace. Her hair smelled of a rosey shampoo that he could remember her liking from years ago…she still used it.

He wasn't sure but he thought he might have heard her murmur "I'm sorry."

Deciding he didn't whether or not she had said anything, he pressed a light kiss to her hair, and finally withdrew his arm. It still managed to make her feel as though electricity had just been injected into her veins. As they rose to wake their staffers, she shot him a brilliant smile that he knew she only wore for him – always had and it seemed, always would.

They swiftly moved down the row of sleepy journalists and told them they were leaving as soon as possible.

Mac was the first one to Charlie. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she gently shook him awake.

"Hey there. We're to make a run for it." She told him warmly. As he realised it was her, taking in her face which was more rested than he had seen it in days, he placed a hand over the one she had on his shoulder and smiled knowingly at her. She was taken aback at this.

"Okay." He said, beaming. Confused, she straightened up and turned to wake Martin. He was groggy, and as she tried to tell him that they needed to go she felt a sharp tap on her shoulder. Looking around she saw Charlie ready to move off. She looked at him expectantly.

"Hope you had a good sleep." He said knowingly, and with a wink and a slight spring in his step, he turned away from her and headed to the gangway.

Frozen for a moment as she realised what he meant, she couldn't help but grin to herself as she turned back to Martin.

Annoyingly I feel like this is a bit of an abrupt ending, but the only other ending I have involves Wade, and I'm too happy with will/mac here so I'm just going to leave it because I think I'm done with this one.

Yes. He smelt roses in her hair. I actually went there.

NB: Unbelievably I don't actually think I've written the verb to smell in it's past participle. Ever. My mind has now been blown because I'm not sure whether I should be using "smelt" or "smelled". Random.