Disclaimer: If the Mayans are right and the world is going to end in 2012 – can't I pleeeeeease have them for a teensy bit of time?

Rating: K

Category: Mac and Stella

Spoilers: Season 4

Author: Traci

Summary: The two newest women in Mac's life have a little chat.

Obviously Oblivious

Jordan stood in the shadows by the elevators watching Mac and Stella in his office wondering why she ever thought she might stand a chance with Mac. She had heard stories about the strong bond the partners had shared but recently it had become painfully obvious to even her.

"Welcome to the club," Quinn told her as she walked over to get on the elevator.

"They haven't figured it out themselves yet have they?" Jordan asked.

Quinn glanced at them and shook her head. "I just hope they do soon for both their sakes." She sighed. "I figured with time passing after the death of his wife maybe I could at least get him out to dinner."

"What happened?"

"He shot me down. There's more to it than that but the short version is there's no way in hell Stella will let anyone hurt him again and there's no way in hell he'll let anyone try to push her out of his life again." Quinn smiled. "I have never seen two people so perfect for each other."

Jordan glanced down at her feet briefly. The words hurt but she knew they were true. She looked back up in time to see Stella pound her fist on his desk, Mac glare at her and she yelled something at him in a Greek then both stopped and just as quickly they silently apologized to each other.

Flack walked up to the elevator, looked at the two women, looked back at the office then back at the women and grinned. "The lab's still taking bets if you two want in."

Both women looked at him thoroughly confused.

"On when they'll finally get together," he filled in. "I already lost. I had figured it would have been by last year."

Quinn and Jordan rolled their eyes but followed him into the elevator.

"So who do we see about placing our bets?" Jordan asked as the doors closed.

The End