I…don't know where this came from. I have too many unfinished (but they will be finished! Promise!) fics to really start another multi-chapter, and I'm still in post-engagement bliss, but then this idea was bouncing around my brain and I couldn't help it. I couldn't. So. Let me know what you think, because as usual, I'm horribly unsure about it. Oh! And the title is from the Rilo Kiley song. Yes.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Will had an uneasy feeling that morning. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but something felt off.

Things had been pretty calm lately, all things considered. Dantana had dropped the lawsuit, and everyone had kept their jobs. They were working like maniacs to figure out a way to get their numbers back up, and so far it was working. Little by little, their trust numbers were creeping back up, and no one was more relieved than Will.

Mackenzie had come home with him on Election Night, and every night since. They had stolen down to city hall on their lunch hour on a Tuesday and eloped, announcing their marriage much the same way that Will had announced their engagement. They took Sloan and Jim with them to be their witnesses, and Jim had given Mackenzie away while Sloan insisted on performing all the duties of a maid of honor, including throwing an after-the-fact bachelorette party.

Will had been banished from their apartment that night, and he made Mackenzie promise no strippers, to which she replied, "Don't look at me, buster. I'm not the one planning this whole disaster. I don't even want to go."

"You have to go, Kenz!" Sloan shouted as she passed by Will's open office door.

"How do you do that?" Mac asked.

"I've been toying with the idea that maybe Sloan is a witch," Will suggested.

"It's a good theory," Sloan replied. "But you have to go. It's your bachelorette party."

"But I'm not a bachelorette anymore," Mackenzie pointed out.

"Not the point," Sloan said.

"No strippers," Will instructed Sloan, waving a finger at her. "I mean it." Sloan held up both hands in surrender and grinned.

"Okay, okay, fine. But how do you feel about strip clubs?" And the combined force of both of them shouting her name was enough to get Sloan to back out of the office and promise no half or fully naked men of any kind.

To say that Will was enjoying married life would be an understatement. He loved everything about being married to Mac. He loved calling her his wife, and he loved when he caught her talking to someone else and referring to him as her husband.

Things were so good, that it was hard to remember a time when they weren't.

And there wasn't anything unusual about that morning. He had woken up with Mac curled around him, her head resting on his chest and his fingers tangled in her hair. She had mumbled incoherently when the alarm went off, burrowing deeper into the covers. It was one of the things that he had forgotten about; how hard it was to drag Mackenzie out of bed in the mornings.

"I'll go start the coffee," he told her, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid out of bed, watching as Mac rolled over and a hugged a pillow to her chest. "Up, Mac. You have that meeting with HR this morning. We can't be late." And he waited until he saw movement from the bed, Mac moving like a zombie from the bed to the bathroom, before padding down the hall to the kitchen to start coffee.

It washed over him, a sudden premonition, of what he wasn't sure, but it was strong enough that it almost made him grab Mac out of the shower and tell her that they were playing hooky, and curl back up with her under the covers and stay hidden all day.

He shook it out of his head, and started the coffee. Mac appeared with her hair wrapped in a towel fifteen minutes later, and he slid a bowl of oatmeal and a mug of coffee in front of her, to which she accepted gratefully, rewarding him with a deep kiss.

"Mmm, good morning," he said, as she settled down with the paper across from him. It was so domestic, and so unbelievably wonderful that he had a hard time accepting sometimes that this was his life.

"Good morning," Mac replied, a shower and some caffeine having made her a lot more human and less like the living dead. They ate breakfast in companionable silence, trading pieces of the newspaper, and Will stealing bites of her oatmeal. They finished getting ready and met Lonny in the lobby of their building.

"Mr. and Mrs. McAvoy," Lonny greeted with a grin. Will shook his head, and hid his own grin. The big lug had actually grown on him, another thing that Will found unbelievable.

"Good morning, Lonny," Mac chirped, climbing into the SUV before Will. Once they were moving, she checked something on her phone and then asked, "Can we stop by the bank? We have time, right?" Will checked his watch and nodded.

"Sure," Lonny said.

"I'll be really quick, I just want to run in," Mac said. "I wanted to drop off the ring in my safety deposit box. I keep meaning to do it, and I keep forgetting." It had been tradition in the McHale family for a bride to wear a ring that had been passed down for generations on her wedding day. It had been sheer luck that it had been with Mackenzie in New York when they decided to elope; something that Will had taken as a good omen for their marriage, and though her parents were coming in a few weeks, and her mother was going to take the ring back with her to London, Mac was anxious to return the sacred ring to the safety deposit box where it had been sitting, safely, waiting for another McHale woman to marry.

Will hummed his agreement, as he replied to some emails and barely paid any attention when Lonny pulled up in front of the bank and Mac hopped out of the car, promising to be back in no time.

He hadn't really noticed how much time had passed until Lonny mentioned it.

"She's been in there a while," Lonny noted, and Will looked up then, glancing out the window at the bank.

"Must have been a line," Will replied. "Should we go in?" Before Lonny could reply, the blinds to the bank slammed close. "What the hell?"

"You stay here," Lonny said, jumping out of the car, and heading to the bank's front door. Will knew before Lonny tugged on the door handle that it was locked. That something was wrong.

He knew he shouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning.