Title: A Maybe Fairytale
Also known as: You Betcha!
Note: This is a version of how Mac and Pete got together. I really hope
that one day on the show they show us. Maybe Mac can remember and then
she'll realise that Pete...uh, yeah, okay. I was in a freaky mood, so
ignore the brackets if you want to, but I think it's mighty funny! Also,
sorry if I offend anyone with my...uh, additions to the story, and I tried
to keep them out of the semi-intense or soppy/angsty bits. It's meant to be
more funny than serious, I think. Oh, I don't know, work it out for
Disclaimer: I am writing this for my own, and for reader's pleasure, not
monetary profit etc. I also have nothing to do with the television
production of Stingers (although a visit to the set would be nice – bummer,
hey?) he he he. People tell me I have a weird sense of humour, so I take no
responsibility for that or any mental disturbances caused as a result
Thanks: Courtney, for the ideas. All my friends for the insults on how crap
Stingers is – I don't give a s***!! Stingers Rocks!!
Another Note: Picture Dr Walters as a mixture of Brian from armed robbery
and that guy who went to the academy with Pete. The one involved in the
case where the judge did it.
ONCE UPON A TIME...
Once upon a time, there was an undercover unit in Melbourne. It consisted
of some very talented police officers (actors) who spent maybe just a
little too much *time* together. But I didn't hear anyone complaining! (No,
I definitely didn't hear that!)
And so this wonderful maybe fairytale begins. Let's hope it has a good
"Mac, you want the bed or the couch?" Mac looked up at Peter. "What if he
comes at night, Pete?" He shrugged.
"Okay, then, I'll take the bedroom floor. Mac sighed as her mobile phone
rang. She checked the number.
"Mackenzie. Hi Bernie...Okay, I'll be right there." She hung up, looking at
Pete. "That was Rocca. There's been another." Pete plonked himself down on
the couch, throwing Mac her jacket as she left abruptly.
"Have a nice day, darling!" He called out as she left, playfully giving him
the finger before she closed the door.
Hollister handed Mac a cup of coffee. Bernie was already in the interview
room. "You ready?" he asked. She nodded as Hollister looked at her finger,
clad in a small diamond ring and wedding band. She followed his eyes,
shocked that she had left them on. She put her cup on a nearby table and
struggled to get them off, before putting them in her jacket pocket.
"Work," she explained to Hollister, not giving him any more details. He
nodded. "They suit you. Did you pick them out?" he asked, making
conversation as they walked to the interview room. (You see, he already had
his eyes on her, except for a short break to fall in love with a hooker.
Yep, he fell for Pretty Woman hook, line and sinker!) "No, I was in a
meeting. My...uh, husband, did." Hollister smiled. "Who's that?" he asked
mischievously. Mac smiled. "Peter Church." Hollister nodded. (Damn, he
thought, he's going to be a problem!)
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, let's get to this interview."
INTERVIEW ROOM 2
Mac sat opposite a young woman, in her twenties. Hollister paced in the
background. Bernie had moved to the observation room.
"So," Mac began. "Can you tell us what happened, Fiona?"
Fiona looked at her hands, nodding.
"Rick and I go to marriage counselling. The counsellor, Mitchell Walters,
does lots of different things. Joint counselling, house visits, individual
counselling. Just, different things. It was going really well. And then..."
she paused. Mac didn't push her; she knew that you just had to give them
"...I was at an individual session. Things had been really bad that morning
between Rick and I...I told him that. He said he did some hypnotherapy.
Said that I was guarding my feelings and I agreed that maybe me being
hypnotised was a good idea..."
"...I don't remember much, I guess a hypnotist can program people to
remember or not remember certain things...But, well, I don't know for
certain but I know something happened while I was asleep. I keep having
these dreams, and when I told Rick, he didn't believe me..."
OBSERVATION ROOM 2
Mac stood facing Hollister and Bernie. They had moved to the observation
room to talk privately.
"That's the fourth one so far to come forward."
Hollister nodded. "And your unit is in the middle of things?"
"Just starting actually." Hollister held the door open for Mac and Bernie.
"Watch yourself, oh, and don't forget to put the rings back on." (Can't
wait 'till I put one on your finger, he thought excitedly) Mac smiled.
"Sure. See 'ya later."
SAFEHOUSE – THAT NIGHT
Pete and Mac sat on the couch beside each other, chewing on greasy pizza
"Great cooking Mac," Pete said with his mouth full. Mac looked up at him
sarcastically. "Don't give me that, Pete. I've never been good in that
area." (I'm good in other areas, though) Pete laughed. "I can imagine." (Uh-
huh, you can!) He paused, turning off the television and facing Mac.
"So, what's our plan?" Mac thought a while.
"Well, tomorrow we go for our first session. Be prepared for a few house
visits. Possibly surprise ones. And then...he'll suggest hypnotism during
one of my individual sessions."
"You sure you're alright with this? I mean some of those women are having
strange dreams." Mac smiled to herself.
"I've had worse dreams than that," she mumbled. (Like one day when she
accidentally pictured Hollister naked. Argh!!) Pete looked at Mac for a
minute or so. She cast her glance toward him every few seconds,
uncomfortable with the silence. Embarrassed, Pete thought to himself. (You
bet! Wait until you see her in the first episode back next year!) He
decided to change the topic.
"What's exactly wrong with our marriage?" he asked her. "I think it's going
great so far." Pete grinned as Mac looked up. "Well, I'm neat, you're
messy. I'm punctual and you're always late. You put me down all the time,
and every time I want to talk about something important you just...I don't
know, grunt." She started to laugh. (After picturing Pete in a sty, on all
"Grunt? Never!" Mac now started to laugh full on, choking on her food. Pete
decided he couldn't just take this.
"And you're perfect, I suppose? You make all the decisions about the house,
starting a family-"
"Woah, what family?"
"You know, the one you don't want to have because you're scared of
children!" He started to laugh but Mac stopped, only slightly insulted.
(She did not find Tommy, Chuckie, Phil and Lil scary. Maybe Angelica, but
that's another story.)
"I'm not scared of children!" she yelled, standing. Pete still sat,
watching her humorously. (he he he)
"You are too! Remember your neighbour's little girl you had to look after
about a month ago when Oscar, Ang and I stopped by for a drink? Come on,
Mac, do you even know what a Barbie is?" (Yes, you cook sausages and steak
Mac looked at Pete defensively. "Of course! She's a little doll with blonde
hair and a disproportionably small waist and large brea-...ooh!" Pete
laughed. "Calm down, Mac. I didn't mean it like that!" Mac walked up to him
as he stood. "Yes, you did, Pete! I'm not scared of children! Say it!" Pete
shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Nope, because that would be a lie,
and when I was a...child...my mother told me that lie's were bad!" He
turned, laughing as Mac moved quickly to be in front of him. She picked up
a piece of pizza and held it to his face. "Take it back!" She demanded,
laughing, as she moved it closer to his face. Pete shook his head, watching
Mac's arm carefully. (Okay, let's be serious now, children, or someone will
get hurt.) As she moved to squish it on his face, he grabbed her arm and
twisted it around.
Mac pulled off quickly, reeling back and holding her arm. "Jesus Christ!"
She exclaimed in pain. Pete ran over to her, taking her gently over to the
couch. He took her arm, holding it lightly in his hands.
"Can you move it?" he asked. She bit her bottom lip as she moved her wrist
carefully. Mac nodded, but looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Hurts though. Jeez Pete, I wasn't going to..." She looked away as Pete
locked eyes with her. He put a hand to her face. "I'm so sorry, Mac. I
didn't realise I had such a strong hold of you." (Yeah, if only he still
did) He ducked his head to meet her eyes, gently rubbing his hand up and
down her bruised arm. "You going to be okay?" he asked quietly. Mac nodded
as Pete turned his head slightly to move in to kiss her. Mac pulled away
quickly after their lips met.
"Pete," she said, standing. "I don't know about this. We're not supposed
to...What if Bernie finds-" She stopped as Pete moved to stand opposite
her, inches away from contact.
"Here's a thought," he whispered. "No one has to know. We'll act naturally
at work. We can even have pretend fights. Bernie will be so busy he won't
even realise..." He drifted off, watching Mac as she thought. "You won't,
feel guilty about this, will you?" Pete asked. Mac smiled, shaking her
head. (Not about Pete, but maybe Bill...)
"No," she whispered as she sat down with Pete on the couch, letting herself
fall into him.
THE NEXT DAY
"Okay," Angie said to Mac and Pete as she stood in the lounge room. She
handed over a tape recorder for Mac to put in her bag, and wires for them
both to wear. "You all organised?" They nodded. Angie looked at both of
them. "You two all right? You haven't said four words since I got here."
Mac cast a glance at Pete.
"I guess I'm just tired, Angie, and Pete and I are practicing giving each
other the silent treatment." Angie laughed and wished them luck before
Pete turned to Mac and kissed her passionately. Mac giggled. "Pete," she
whispered longingly as she leant into his chest, kissing him back strongly.
OFFICE OF DR. MITCHELL WALTERS
Mac and Pete sat as far as away from each other as possible. This was going
to be tough, Mac thought. She and Pete were far from hating each other at
the moment. (Very far) A small smile crept to her lips but she banished it
as soon as she realised.
"Now, today is just a get to know me sort of session. I'll be doing some
house visits. You're living in the same house at the moment?" Pete nodded.
"Good. That's a start. We'll have another joint session before I will see
each of you individually. How does that sound?" Pete nodded.
"How long will all of this take?" Mac asked. The doctor smiled.
"That depends on the two of you. You have to be patient with these sorts of
things. That's always a problem I find most common among the couples I see.
They're just impatient." (Quack)
"No, no," Pete butted in. "I'm sure it's not the both of them who are
impatient!" Mac scowled.
"What, and you're the most patient man in the world, are you? I don't think
so!" (Well, that's a lie. You were very patient last night...oh, okay, I'm
typing here. Oops)
"Beth, Vincent, calm down. Let's stop this argument here and talk
reasonably. That's one of the things you need to perfect. As you feel an
argument start, both of you stop, look at each other, and talk things
through. Reasonably." (Quack)
"Now, Vincent, I want you to tell myself and Beth the thing that most
annoys you about her." Pete thought. He asked himself honestly, realising
the answer was nothing. (I know, because you love her, don't you.) He
smiled, and then became aware of the faces watching him. He wiped the smile
from his face as he thought again.
"Well," he began. "She says that I don't listen to her, but I do. I listen
to her even when she's not talking. I love...listening to her, and every
time I try to tell her that-"
"Oh, come on Vincent! When I'm trying to talk to you about work or-"
Walters silenced Mac before she could go on.
"Now Beth, I think he's telling the truth. Maybe it's you who doesn't
listen to him," he suggested. (Quack, quack) Mac scowled, unimpressed that
she had to continue arguing about absolutely nothing for the next three
quarters of an hour. (And because inside, she knew what Pete was saying
about loving to listen to her was true. Last night...oh, there I go again.)
"He's just so...reasonable," Mac complained to Bernie over the phone. There
was a knock at the door and Pete went to answer it. Angie entered, followed
Mac hung up the phone, smiling. (Oh goody, more people, she thought
"Hi guys, what are you doing here?" Angie grinned at Oscar. "We brought you
two a wedding present." She handed over a small box. Mac took it
mischievously and unwrapped the tissue paper, pulling out a cassette tape.
"What is it?" Pete asked them warily. Angie started laughing as Mac put it
into her tape recorder. It was the tape from their wires during the joint
session that morning. (Simultaneous thought through Mac and Pete's minds:
"So, Beth, are you satisfied by Vincent in the bedroom?"
Angie burst out laughing and Oscar chuckled as the tape continued.
"Sure. He's great. I...haven't been with many others, so I don't really
know. But definitely, yes."
"Vincent, what about you? Are you satisfied?" Mac remembered the grin that
had spread across Pete's face.
"You betcha," he had answered. (You really, very betcha!)
"Well," Walters continued. "No problems there, but it's not all about sex-"
(Quack...And who says that?)
Mac turned the tape off.
"I'm sure you've already listened to the rest," she replied to Angie and
Stone's disappointed looks. She undid her ponytail and let her hair fall
over her shoulders.
"Oh, come on Mac, don't be mad. It was funny," Angie started laughing
again. (It was true, too)
"Yeah," Oscar added, looking at Pete. "You betcha!" He mocked, bursting
into laughter. Pete stood to get himself a beer.
"Well look at her Oscar! Wouldn't you be?" Mac turned, shocked but glad
that it had come out sounding like a joke. She punched him in the arm as
she passed around glasses. (Meaning of the punch: Thanks for the compliment
lover boy! Same to you.)
"So, I can't wait until the individual sessions!" Angie said, rubbing her
hands together excitedly. Mac looked at her strangely. "Except yours Mac,
of course. I meant Pete's..." (Cover story, cover story) She drifted off as
Mac smiled, forgetting she had said anything. Oscar took a gulp of beer.
"Do you guys just make up all of these problems or what?" Pete shrugged,
looking at Mac.
"Bernie gave us a list," she said. "I guess he talked to a psychologist
because we have pretty much every problem under the sun with our marriage!"
She laughed. (Or they were problems from his marriage, but that's a little
while in the future at this time)
"Yeah, all problems except for the sex part," Angie murmured, breaking into
a smile as Mac started laughing again. Pete just looked at them.
"Women!" He and Oscar said, clinking glasses.
(But inside, he secretly said, You betcha!)
Mac was curled up against Pete under the sheets. Pete gently stroked her
long, brown hair. She looked up at him. "Does the, you betcha, really
apply?" she asked. Pete smiled, looking down at Mac's arm, which lay
lightly across his chest. It was bruised, and Mac tried not to move it too
often, but it was healing. He took her hand in his, looking into her eyes.
"You betcha," he whispered as they disappeared under the covers together
for the rest of the night.
THE NEXT MORNING
"Knock! Knock!" (We heard you the first time, moron) Pete went to answer Dr
Walters, who was standing on the doorstep. He let him in quickly. (So as
not to alarm the neighbours' dogs)
"So, where's Beth at the moment?" Walters asked. Pete smiled.
"She's actually got a bit of a headache this morning. I think she's gone
back to sleep." It was true. Mac had woken up with a splitting headache
that morning, for apparently no reason. She had assured him that everything
was all right, that she was hardly ever sick but occasionally got a bad
headache, and that it went away within the day. Pete was glad. (Not only
that it went away, but that she didn't have one last night.) For a moment
there he had become worried.
"Oh, that's no good. Maybe I should come back later?" Walters watched Pete
as he thought, but his thoughts were interrupted.
"No, it's fine. I'm up." Mac stood in the doorway, in her boxers and an
extra large t-shirt. Pete walked over to her.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked her quietly. She nodded, smiling. "Yeah,
it's clearing up. I'll be fine." She moved her head to look at the doctor.
"I'll just go and get changed." Walters smiled. "No hurry. I'm just here to
observe. Just act naturally." (As if anyone could act naturally with him in
the room) Mac smiled slightly as she disappeared back into her room.
"Things seem okay at the moment between the two of you," the doctor
commented. Pete nodded.
"Yeah, we've been using that stop and talk reasonably thing. It's working."
Mac sat down on the bed. There was still a dull ache, but it had definitely
cleared up. She laughed as she thought of Pete's reaction when she had
woken up. Mac knew Pete had thought that he had done something to induce
the headache, and she had tried to convince him otherwise. (Lie, in other
words. No, not really...As if Pete would ever...) Mac had been having
occasional headaches since she was a girl - nothing to worry about. Pete
was so protective of her, she thought, smiling. Mac liked that idea. She
hugged herself as she got up and changed out of her pyjamas.
Doctor Walters smiled as Beth emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a
shirt. "Are you sure you want me to stay?" he asked. Mac smiled. "Of
course. So...what exactly do you do on these house visits?" (Whatever you
want, baby) She took a seat as Pete put a plate of toast in front of her,
with small restaurant packets of Vegemite, Jam and Peanut Paste. "Thanks,"
she mumbled, as she started to eat.
"You don't mind if I eat?" she asked, with her mouth full. The doctor
laughed. "No, go ahead." He took a seat beside Pete and Mac.
"Well, I'm just going to ask you some more questions, mostly about your
lifestyle. The way you live. I want you to be as relaxed as possible, just
like you'd be if I weren't here." Mac nodded as Pete chimed in.
"So how often will these visits be?" (Yeah, you're starting to annoy me
"Not too often. I like to surprise my clients, though, to see how they
really live." (Quack) Pete pretended to listen as he looked over at Mac.
She really did look sexy in that loose cotton shirt and jeans, munching
away on her breakfast. He smiled to himself as he turned back to the
doctor, who was in the middle of a question.
"-meet?" (Did you say steak?)
"Sorry, could you repeat that? I just drifted off for a second." Mac looked
up at Pete. Now that was unusual, she thought, I wonder what could have
distracted him that much? (Only you, my darling.)
"How did you and Beth meet?" Pete skimmed through his memory to find the
details that had been drilled in earlier, but Mac cut him off.
"We met at the beach one day," she said. "I dropped my sunglasses and he
returned them to me." The doctor smiled, hiding his thoughts that this
couple really didn't seem that uncomfortable around each other at the
Mitchell Walters sat in his office that afternoon. He ran through
everything he remembered Beth and Vincent Marsden saying to him. They had
this peaceful sort of anger, which only came out at certain times. (Quack)
They must have terrible fights, he realised, which would definitely work in
his favour. And at the rate they were going, being so serene around each
other, a fight would be expected to occur any moment. (Quack, quack) He
thought of Beth. Beautiful Beth. She was tall, slim, brunette – all of his
favourites. (Taken, mate) He smiled to himself, deciding what he was going
"Pete," Mac said, moving to sit beside him on the couch after hanging up
the phone. "That was Walters. He's changed our individual sessions. Yours
is in an hour's time, and mine's tomorrow morning."
"He's separated them so that we don't go together." Mac nodded, leaning her
head onto his chest.
"But you will be there, right?" Pete looked down at her. They locked eyes
and Pete realised just how nervous Mac really was. She had never done
anything like this before, only joining the unit six months ago. Pete,
Angie and Oscar had all been there for around a year. Mac herself hadn't
done that much undercover work, especially not on these kinds of
assignments. She had joined mainly to help with organization, and to do
small undercover stunts. Pete smiled, pulling her up to him and kissing her
"I will definitely be there. You nervous?" he asked, curious if she would
admit it to him. Mac brushed her hair behind her ears, a (nervous) trait
Pete had picked up on about a month ago. She looked up at him, slightly
smiling. Mac nodded, mouthing, yeah. She put her head back onto Pete's
chest as he held her close.
PETE'S INDIVIDUAL SESSION
Mitchell Walters sat opposite Pete in a small, uncomfortable chair. "So
Vincent, what first appealed to you about Beth?" Pete thought, not
"Was it her physical appearance? Considering you met her on a beach, I
would think that..." Pete nodded.
"I guess so." His answer was cold and callous as Pete was pretending he and
Mac had had a small argument. Walters nodded, making notes in a file.
"And what was this argument about this afternoon?" he asked.
"Her hair," he replied dismally. In actual fact, they had had a bit of an
argument, although Pete was pretending that it was much worse than it had
been. Mac hadn't been too happy when he left though, he thought to himself.
However, their argument had had nothing to do with her hair. (Of course
not. It's gorgeous...) It had been about what sort of recording device she
would wear tomorrow.
"What about her hair?" (Well, it's brown for one, oh...)
"Oh, well, she wants to change it. I don't know, cut it or something."
"And you don't want her to cut it?"
"Yeah, I do. No, wait, I don't know...Beth would look terrific with shorter
hair, but I have to admit that I love it long." He thought about what Mac
had said to him earlier. She wanted to wear a wire, and not have a tape
recorder in her bag. Pete wanted it the other way around. She wanted to
wear jeans; he wanted her to wear a dress. When Pete had mentioned that if
she didn't wear a dress, Walters wouldn't be able to "cop a feel", Mac had
retreated to her bedroom, slamming the door in his face. (Nice move, Pete)
She was just a little edgy, he thought, concerned.
Pete turned his attention back to Walters, who was babbling on in shrink
talk. (Quack) "...and so I think it should be her decision. Everyone should
make their own decisions in order to retain their sense of self..." Pete
drifted off. Yeah, he thought, but not in these situations. (Author's
thought: and as if a woman would be able to decide...oh wait, I'm a woman.
Oops, I always forget that...kidding! lol!)
Pete opened the front door to the safehouse and walked in. Mac was nowhere
to be found. He put the bottle of wine on the kitchen bench and went
looking, flowers in hand. (Okay, I'll admit it, I'm a hopelessly, romantic,
Mac was lying on her stomach, looking at her open wardrobe. She put her
head into her folded arms as Pete slowly opened the door behind her. He
smiled to himself, walking over and sitting beside her. Mac rolled over to
face him. "Pete," she said softly. "You were right. I have to wear a
dress...I...have to..." Pete produced the flowers, handing them to her and
planting a kiss on the top of her head. Mac sat up and embraced him
"I'll be right there, Mac. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
Mac looked up at him, smiling.
"Sometimes you just can't help the stuff that happens, Pete." Pete smiled
at her reassuringly.
"Mac, listen to me. We'll be in there. Stoney's installing cameras tonight.
As soon as he does something we can charge him with, we'll be there in a
minute." Mac nodded, accepting. "Yeah, I know. Thanks anyway, Pete." They
looked into each other's eyes, smiling. (You know what happens next...)
THE NEXT MORNING
Angie, Oscar and Bernie were standing with Pete in the safehouse, waiting
for Mac to emerge.
"I can't believe you got her to wear a dress!" Oscar said, amazed. Pete
smiled apprehensively. While seeing Mac in a dress for the first times (and
one of the last) in their lives was exciting, Pete didn't like the idea of
why she was in a dress for them.
Mac emerged, wearing a long, blue, button-up dress. Her hair was loose
around her shoulders. Pete moved to stand behind Bernie's line of vision,
before giving Mac a look that told her, very *nice* indeed. (Translation:
Sexy lady, I want you) Mac smiled slightly, going and getting a drink of
"Okay," Bernie said. "Peter, you'll be outside with uniforms. Angie and
Oscar, you'll be in the Com-V, and I'll be in my car. Are we all ready?"
Everyone looked at Mac, who was gulping down her water. She set the glass
on the bench, turning to them.
"What?" No one said a word. Bernie, Oscar and Angie filed out, deciding to
wait for Mac and Pete outside. Pete walked over to her.
"Just relax, Mac."
"Oh, yeah, you can talk. I mean, what if you can't get me out of this
hypnotist thing?" Pete laughed, taking her arm and leading her to the door.
"Then I'll simply instruct you to cluck like a chicken every time I click
my fingers!" Mac laughed, relaxing.
"Beth, I just want you to relax. Close your eyes. I want you to relax your
head. Feel all the tension releasing itself from your eyes, jaw, mouth..."
"Jesus, this'll go on forever!" Oscar commented. Angie was glued to the
screen and didn't reply. Oscar grinned.
"So Ang, would you ever do something like that?" Angie looked at him, wide-
"I don't know. How is she supposed to relax when we all know how goddamned
tense she is?"
"Because they visited a proper hypnotist sometime and he taught Mac how it
was going to be done, and he taught Church how to get her out of it. All
sorts of stuff."
"Well I think it's just scary." She looked back at the screen, turning up
the volume. (Oh, Angie, if only you could see yourself a few years in the
future. And yes, it was scary. I was very scared.)
"Now Beth, I'm going to ask you some questions..."
"I mean, what if she gets so relaxed she forgets who she's pretending to
be, and then blurts out Pete instead of Vincent or says something about her
wire...Is she wearing one?" Oscar shook his head. "There's only the tape
recorder and the mike from the camera."
Dr Walters looked at his feet. He had hit something when he uncrossed his
legs. A tape recorder? He became immediately suspicious, being careful not
to look around the room. Trying to ignore the activated record button on
the tape, he continued his questions. Should he still continue? (with his
master plan, that is.) He wondered. I'm just being paranoid. She probably
just wants to know what I asked when she wakes up. (Keep telling yourself
"Beth, has Vincent ever hurt you before?" Angie watched Mac on the
television screen. Mac didn't flinch as she answered exactly what she had
been told to.
"Yes, but not for a while." Angie grabbed Oscar's arm for him to look at
the camera relay. Oscar picked up the radio as he watched Walters reach
down and raise Mac's dress to above her knees.
"All units stand by."
"Did he ever hit you?" Angie watched as a small smile appeared on Mac's
"Never. He wouldn't hit me." Angie picked up her other headpiece.
"Pete, can you hear this?" she asked.
"Yep. What's he doing?" Angie checked the screen.
"He's lifted her dress and is undoing her buttons."
"What do we wait for?"
"He has to touch her...you know. Or get close to it. I'll keep you
informed. Get ready, though."
"But I thought you said he hurt you?" Walters asked curiously. All his
previous clients had taken this as physical abuse.
"No, he wouldn't hit me. He hurt me by...he hurt me...by..."
"How did he hurt you Beth?" (And all Beth/Mac could think about was what
Pete had told her: I'll be there with you. And he had never hurt her. Just
her arm, but...she'd, uh, forgiven him for that...a few...times ago.)
"What's going on here?" Angie asked. "Why can't she answer?" Oscar put a
hand on Angie's shoulder.
"Ange, it's not you in there, you know. She's got two different answers
rolling round in her head and has to pick the right one."
Walters watched Beth as she struggled to answer. Even now, he thought, she
was still guarding her emotions. He placed a hand on the side of her neck,
following the lines of her body. He slid his hand inside her bra, running
it slowly over her breasts.
Angie looked away. "I can't watch this, Oscar. Can't we call it in?" Bernie
entered the van, watching the screen. They both looked pleadingly at their
"Not yet. Just wait a while."
Mac lay completely still, unaware that anything out of the ordinary was
happening. Walters ran a hand in circles over her waist, tracing her
hipbones with his index finger.
"Has Vincent ever hurt you?" he asked again. She still refused to answer,
only to say that he had never hit her, which only Pete, Angie, Oscar and
Bernie knew she was not supposed to say.
"Stuff it! I'm calling it!" Angie grabbed the radio and turned from the
screen, but Oscar grabbed her shoulder, forcing her back around. She stared
into the blank screens. "What happened?" she asked. Oscar looked around the
van as Bernie ran back outside.
"Our power's gone!" He exclaimed and Angie relayed the information over the
radio. Bernie's voice was next heard loud and clear through the Com-V.
"All units move in now! Move in!"
Pete burst into the office behind three uniformed officers. Walters had
kept all of his clothes on, but had nicely removed almost all of Mac's. (As
any psycho would) He stood in front of her, a hand slowly moving onto the
desk to his side, grasping the letter opener.
"Put it down," the officers urged. Walters held it to Mac's neck.
In the Com-V, Oscar had done some quick fixing and restored the video, but
almost all other electrics were still down.
"Oscar look!" Angie yelled, pushing back in her chair, right into Oscar's
gut. "She doesn't even know it's there! I refuse to watch this, Stone.
Here, you take control." She stood and turned to Oscar, who smiled gently
"Mac'll be fine, Ange," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah," Angie replied. "But I'm not fine, I'm nervous as hell! So sit
down." They laughed and Oscar sat back down, watching. Ange was content to
"If you don't put the letter opener down, we'll shoot you." Walters smiled.
"If you shoot me my reflexes will ensure that she gets cut anyway. And I'll
be dead, so what will I care?" One of the officers stepped forward.
"You won't be dead if we shoot you in the arm, will you? You'll just go to
jail." Pete stepped forward, eager to get to Mac. "And you know how many
men in jail have wives and girlfriends. I can tell you one thing, they
don't like the idea of sharing a home with people like you." Walters looked
from one to the other, making a quick decision.
He flicked his wrist as the guns went off, all three of them at once.
Walters was thrown back over Mac and his desk. Mac didn't stir. Walters had
told her at the start that the only sound she would hear and register would
be his voice, and that she would not respond to any sensations.
Pete ran to Mac. She hadn't moved, a small smile staying on her face.
Angie couldn't help it. By the time the guns exploded over the wires, she
was glued next to Oscar, fingers tapping tensely on the table. Oscar had
had enough. He put his hand on top of Angie's, just to get some peace and
quiet. They smiled at each other as neither of them went to move.
They watched as Pete ran to Mac, reaching for some tissues. He wiped
Walter's blood off Mac's body as best he could, grimacing. (His thoughts:
I've seen it all before, baby...oh, wait, that was the dinner with the
hooker and bill...yeah)
Pete buttoned up Mac's dress as Bernie, Angie and Oscar rushed into the
room. They stood silently as the rest of the office was cleared of people.
Pete knelt down beside Mac's head, whispering to her in a voice similar to
"Mac, it's Pete." Mac responded quickly, her subconscious making a
"Pete. Vincent. Walters."
"Yeah. Mac, it's all over now, so I'm going to get you to wake up slowly,
Mac nodded slightly. As Pete talked her through the stages of coming to, he
held a hand gently on her forehead. The letter opener hadn't done any
damage, thankfully, he thought. Mac turned her head as she opened her eyes.
Pete leant close to her, smiling a smile that only she could see. She
mouthed a, thankyou, quickly as Pete helped her sit up, as she was
surrounded by her workmates, ready to fill her in.
THAT NIGHT – THE FACTORY
"You two coming?" Oscar asked as he handed Angie her jacket. They were
heading off for a drink (or maybe a few) at the local pub, to celebrate.
"Yeah," Ang added. "You're the guests of honour!" Mac smiled at Pete.
"In a minute," he said, turning to Mac as Angie and Oscar left to wait by
their cars. As they walked out the door, Mac could hear them discussing
their new recruit, who would arrive tomorrow. Kaye Kelso. Mac had
handpicked her, and hoped that she would fit in with everyone. (And so she
did, for around three episodes) After all, Mac thought, we are a tight-knit
"You okay?" Pete asked Mac. She nodded. They had shown her the tape and she
smiled as she remembered watching Pete wiping blood off her chest. (That's
gotta be fun)
"What's so funny?" He asked curiously. Mac shook her head. "Nothing. You
know, we're not married anymore Pete. But...I don't want to stop our...uh,
marital activities. Do you?" (Please say no, Please say no) Pete looked
into her eyes, shaking his head slowly. "No way." (Yes!) They smiled at
each other, not risking a kiss in the middle of the office.
"What? No, you betcha?" she asked, laughing as she grabbed her jacket.
Oscar and Angie had walked back in to see what was keeping their friends.
Mac turned back to Pete, purposefully knocking files off her desk. (Woopsy)
"Oh God," Angie said flatly as Pete and Mac bent down to pick them up. Mac
looked at Pete and whispered, "My place. Tonight." He nodded, smiling. As
they stood, he whispered back to her.
And so it continued...until Bernie caught on. Don't you hate when that
happens?! And there was Christina Rossi, who, if memory serves me
correctly, Mac shot. And now there's Collette and...ahem... Hollister. (Oh
Hopefully (fingers crossed) one day Mac and Pete will be together again,
and when the unit finally closes, they will live happily ever after.
(Cue the sweet music)