Author: Catt
Email: its_all_about_catt@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: You know the deal, I don’t own em and I never will.
Warning: Fluff ahoy! This is nothing but fluff, meaningless blabber
that my 
warped mind created in the hope that you folks might enjoy it ;)
and oh yeah, the bit near the end, that wasn't my idea, and the last
bit, 
louise wrote that. YAY lou, it's gonna get posted :S:S
Final Note: It's way to long, but OH WELL. :D


“Oh Pete, we’re gonna be late if we don’t get up now,” Mac reminded
Peter as 
he kissed her neck, slowly working his way up to just behind her ear.
“Who cares, everyone knows anyway,” he whispered, chuckling as he
heard her 
groan.
“You told,” she murmured, playfully punching his arm.
“No I didn’t tell. And no hitting,” Pete pouted, propping himself up
on his 
elbows so he could look at Mac.
“Oh yeah? Whacha gonna do *Peter*?” Mac smirked, making a move to
slip out 
from underneath Pete, but he was too quick and grabbing Mac’s wrists,
he 
pinned them firmly beside her shoulders.
“This,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing her deeply.
“Okay that’s good,” she mummed into his mouth, “but I am going to
have to 
give you extra paperwork if you don’t get off me so we can get going
and 
only be ten minuets late instead of a whole hour late. Now go on, get
off,” 
Mac smiled, knowing she had him wrapped around her little finger.
“You really are no fun,” Pete grumbled, rolling onto his back
crossing his 
arms on his chest.
“Well, I’ll make up for it tonight, how about that?” Mac smiled,
kissing 
Pete’s pouted lips and sliding out of the bed.
“Yeah righto. Do I have any other options?” Pete started talking to
himself, 
rolling over to check the time.
“Oh shit,” Pete laughed to himself, “Mac no time for a shower! It’s
already 
nine o’clock!”

*

“Morning. Nice of you to show up,” Angie smirked as Mac ran into the
office, 
only an hour and a half late.
“Oh, nice look too. What happened, you spend the night *out*
somewhere did 
you?” Danni laughed at Mac’s un-made face.
“Yeah shut up you two, we were just running a little late this
morning,” Mac 
said, biting her tongue and walking up to her office hoping that the
others 
wouldn’t notice that she said we and not I.
“We hey?” Angie raised her eyebrows, sending an amused glance at
Danni.
“Damn it guys, just leave it alone,” Mac groaned, going slightly red.
“Nah come on, at lease *one* of us has a life. You gotta entertain us
poor 
little relationship deprived gals,” Angie pushed, following Mac up
into her 
office.
“Hey speak for yourself Ange!” Danni laughed, deciding she wanted in
on the 
conversation too.
“What, you found yourself a man too?” Angie questioned, sitting down
at 
Mac’s desk.
“No, but you still shouldn’t make insinuations,” Danni pouted.
“Yeah right. Haven’t you got work to do?” Mac looked pointedly at
Angie, who 
was sitting in her chair.
“Yes, we do, but we haven’t had a girls night out for ages. Or even
talked!” 
Angie was ever the gossip queen.
“Have we ever had a girls night out for that matter?” Danni looked at
the 
other two, the clogs ticking over in her head.
“Okay, if I say you two be at my place at say, six? Then will you go
and do 
some work and get off my back?” Mac sighed, rubbing her head.
“Yep,” Angie smiled, jumping up from the chair and walking out of the
office 
yelling out over her shoulder, “I’ll bring the wine.”
“I’ll bring dinner. No, even better I’ll bring food and we can cook,”
Danni 
was getting excited and started writing down a shopping list.

*

‘Tonight shall have to wait. Sorry, Dan and Ange are coming over to
chat :( 
Don’t worry, the wait will be worth it ;) See ya later. Luv Mac’
Pressing ‘send’, Mac sent the email off to Pete, wishing she could go
home 
and just curl up in bed with, well, Pete. She did love the girls,
they were 
her best friends, but she didn’t want the interrogation that would
come with 
them coming over to dinner. Two minutes later Mac’s computer pinged
telling 
her she had a new email. Opening it up she read what it said:
      ‘Sure, can I still come over after though? You did *promise* me
;)’
Mac decided she couldn’t be bothered writing another email, instead
she just 
walked to her office door and poked her head around the corner.
“Pete,” she said looking around the room. Seeing him lift his head
from one 
of the computers she smiled at him, “that’ll be fine, okay?” Pete
look 
confused for a second, then catching on to what she was talking about
he 
nodded and went back to work.

*

Ten past six that night Mac’s doorbell sounded. Mac stood up from the
couch 
and padded over to the front door, sighing before opening it to Angie
and 
Danni who had driven over together.
“Hey Mac, we did the shopping,” Danni barged in holding up the
plastic bags 
and wandered straight through to the kitchen. Angie opened her arms
and took 
Mac into a huge bear hug that almost knocked her off her feet.
“Hey Ange,” Mac whispered into her friends hair, hugging her back.
“Hey yourself,” Angie whispered back, pulling away from Mac and
smiling at 
her.
“I know you didn’t want us here tonight, but it’ll be good for you.
We 
always have fun so come on,” Angie laughed, grabbing Mac hand and
dragging 
her into the kitchen after Danni. Plonking Mac down on a chair Angie
jumped 
up to sit on the bench, picking at a snow pea.
“So Mac, what’s his name?” Angie eyes lit up.
“Oh no. No way. We are not playing this game. I’ll tell you later
when we’re 
plastered and you have lost the ability of your functioning memory,”
Angie 
poked her tongue out at Mac and turned back to peeling her snow pea.
“Well Angie,” giggled Mac, who had decided to change the subject,
“should I 
be expecting to be asked for some leave anytime soon?”
“Huh?” Angie looked up from her pea, thoroughly confused by Mac’s
question.
“Pete said something about you going to India?” Mac smirked as Angie
went 
red.
“Oh my god I’m gonna kill the bastard. He told you!” Angie thew her
snow pea 
at Mac’s head, which landed firmly planted in her hair. Meanwhile
Danni had 
abandoned the pasta to join in more with the conversation.
“What happened?” Danni laughed at Angie going red and Mac pulling
pieces of 
snow pea out of her hair.
“Oh well Pete caught Angie on the phone on…” Mac started, but was cut
off by 
Angie running towards her yelling, “If you tell I swear to god Mac!”
Mac immediately jumped off the stool and started running around the
bench 
while yelling, “Pete came back from having a sleep one day and found
Angie 
all breathless and flushed and on the phone to a guy!”
Danni couldn’t contain herself any longer and burst into peels of
laughter.
“MAC!” Angie couldn’t help herself and started laughing along with
the other 
two, going bright red at the same time.

*

“Yeah righto, what do you wanna do now?” Mac was getting bored very
quickly.
“I say Angie tells us who that guy was!” Danni laughed, nudging Angie
in the 
shoulder.
“Come on Angie, you tell us and I’ll tell to,” Mac persuaded.
“Oh, pinkie promise?” Angie’s eyes lit up.
“Okay!” Mac laughed as she held out her pinkie, as Angie army crawled
over 
to Mac’s side of the room on her belly. Flipping over into her back
and 
stretching out her hand so Mac could shake pinkies with her, then
flipping 
back onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows Angie
persuaded 
Mac to tell.
“Come on, you first,”
“Oh do I have to?” Mac groaned, hiding her head in her hands.
“Yep,” Angie grinned.
“Peter your go,” Mac came out quickly, deciding that was the best
approach.
“Peter! As in our Peter? Mac, oh my god!” Danni yelled, slapping her
hand 
over her mouth.
“Yeah, Pete and me okay. So do you *not* wanna make a big deal out of
it?” 
Mac was obviously embarrassed.
“Yeah we do actually,” Angie laughed, getting a shove in the ribs
from 
Danni.
“Well I think it’s good. We’ve both moved on now,” Danni winked down
at 
Angie.
“So you have found yourself a guy hey?” Mac was really getting into
this 
gossip.
“Yeah, but we want to find out who Angie’s little toy boy is first,”
Danni 
giggled, Angie going slightly red.
“Oh okay,” Angie sighed, “Mac you’re not gonna like this. It’s
Marty,” Angie 
looked up at Mac, waiting for the yelling to start.
“You and Marty *Engle*,” Mac burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Angie was feigning being hurt.
“Oh nothing, just that you’re dating an informant and I’m going out
from 
someone from the same unit. You know, since it’s all perfectly
allowed and 
all,” Mac was finding it rather amusing.
“Well I’m going out with Brian,” laughed Danni, which caused the
other two 
to stop laughing at once.
“Brian Grey? From armed rob?” Mac was astounded.
“You can’t be serious!” Angie was shocked too.
“Well I am, so shut up!” Danni was a little embarrassed.
“You’re not, you know, sleeping with him are you?” Mac gasped,
wondering how 
someone could do something like that.
“Maybe,” now it was Danni’s turn to go red.
“DANNI!” Angie yelled, “okay I need sooooooo much more alcamaohol if
I’m 
going to get that image out of my head anytime soon.”
“Here here,” Mac agreed.

*

“Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, oh my,” Angie sang to
herself, 
placing her now empty bottle alongside the others and falling onto
Danni’s 
lap in an attempt to get more M & M’s.
“They should have pink M & M’s, really they should. What do you
reckon guys? 
Pink, purple or aqua?” Angie examined the M & M before throwing it up
in the 
air and making a feeble effort to catch it in her mouth.
“Purple. No way could they have it any other colour,” Mac stated,
throwing 
the M and M at Danni’s open mouth, but instead getting her in the eye.
“No way. Aqua. It has to be,” Danni was sure of it.
“Nah see pink I reckon. It’s a good colour, goes with lots of things.
I 
loooove pink flowers, they are so prrrrdy,” Angie slurred, trying to
get her 
point across.
“Nar. I still say purple. I have a really funky pair of purple shoes
and…” 
Mac was cut off by Danni who was astonished at the fact that she
owned 
purple shoes.
“You Miss-I-don’t-even-own-a-pair-of-jeans-Mackenzie owns purple
shoes? I so 
gotta see this!” Danni laughed, as she stumbled to her feet and made
her to 
the bottom of the stairs, looking dismally up them before deciding
that 
seeing Mac’s purple shoes would be worth the effort. Mac had decided
that it 
would be better if she were in her room with Danni when she went
shovelling 
through her closet to find these shoes. Mac assaulted the stairs, and 
deciding that she wasn’t going to make it up easier any other way she
slid 
up with her back against the wall so she could hold her drink with
two hands 
seeing it wasn’t going to make it to the top with anything in it any
other 
way. Angie was left singing on the living room floor by herself, when
all of 
a sudden she heard a faint knocking. Looking at both her hands and
coming to 
the conclusion that it wasn’t her doing the knocking, she decided
that it 
must be the door and stood up rather slowly before making her way to
the 
front entrance. Opening the door Angie was hit by a burst of freezing
cold 
air, and the shadow of a tall man.
“Hey there, what can I do you for?” Angie shivered, slightly sobered
by the 
cold night air.
“Are you gonna let me in Ange or is there a password?” Oscar laughed
“There’s a password. Defiantly a password and you will *never* guess
what it 
is.” Angie poked her tongue out.
“Don’t need to,” Pete emerged from behind Oscar and bent down
grabbing Angie 
by the waist, lifting her into a fireman’s hold.
“PETER!” she screamed, thumping him on the back with her fists, “put
me 
DOWN!”
“Sure thing,” he agreed, dropping her onto her back on the couch.
“Angie what’s going on?” Danni came half walking half falling down
the 
stairs into Oscar who stopped her from plummeting head first into the
wall.
“The boys decided to gate crash our party,” Angie whinged.
“Well you can clean up while we go and get our pyjamas on,” Danni
ordered, 
walking back upstairs to Mac with Angie in tow.

*

An hour later the girls came back downstairs, each showered and
dressed.
“Good boys!” Danni exclaimed, noticing the tidied room.
“I see you’ve been domesticated rather successfully,” Mac smiled at
Pete, 
having gained the use of her full vocabulary again after a hot shower
and a 
lie down.
“You don’t look too good Ange,” Oscar looked at Angie worriedly.
“Thanks,” she replied sarcastically, giving him the ups.
“Most welcome,” Oscar smiled sweetly, motioning for Angie to come and
sit 
next to him. Danni slid sideways into an armchair as Mac walked over
and sat 
on the floor between Pete legs.
“Rub my shoulders,” she ordered, putting her head down and poking her 
shoulders.
“Yes boss,” Pete started kneading Mac’s shoulders slowly. There were
a few 
moments of silence while everyone was thinking or resting, then
suddenly 
Oscar stood up and walked out of the room.
“Where’s he going?” Danni asked, not even opening her eyes. The front
door 
banged shut and Mac put her head up.
“Outside I guess,” she said, putting her head back down and elbowing
Pete in 
the shins telling him to keep massaging.
“I’ll go see,” Angie volunteered, swinging her legs down off the
couch and 
slipping her slippers on. Danni’s eyes snapped open and she jumped
up, 
trotting after Angie and grabbing Mac’s hand on the way, pulling her
with 
her. Pete plodded after them, deciding he didn’t want to be left out.
“Oscar!” Angie yelled as soon as she got out the front door.
“Come on Ange!” Oscar yelled back from the street.
“What are you doing?” she asked, jumping up and down on the spot in
an 
attempt to keep warm.
“Setting up goals, come on,” Oscar was running up and down the street 
outside Mac’s house, looking for things he could use as goal posts.
“Uh, okay,” Angie frowned, walking slowly out to the middle of the
street to 
where Oscar was standing holding a soccer ball.
“I had my ball in the car and it was boring in there,” he pointed to
the 
house with one hand while he threw the ball up with the other,
letting it 
bounce off his head. Mac was the only one left on the sidewalk by
this time, 
the others thought soccer was a good idea to warm up.
“Come on Mac! You’ll warm up heaps!” Angie coxed.
“I can think of better ways to warm up,” she muttered, sending a
suggestive 
glance in Pete’s direction.
“You and Pete can go and *warm up* later when we’ve all gone home,”
Danni 
laughed, walking over and grabbing Mac by the arm.

*
Pete weaved past Mac and Danni and kicked the ball as hard as he
could 
towards Angie who was acting as goalie.
“ARGH!” she screamed as she fell to the ground, ducking out of the
way of 
the hurtling ball.
“Oh yeah,” Oscar laughed, running around with his hands in the air
and the 
front of the shirt over his head, “we rock, you suck, we rock, you
suck!” he 
chanted. Pete joined in, both doing a victory dance. Danni raced to
get the 
ball as Angie had an idea.
“HaHA!” she screamed, as she flung herself towards Pete and jumped
onto his 
back, wrapping her arms around his eyes and her legs around his
waist. Danni 
ran past the two with the ball tucked under her arm and straight up
to the 
goal, placing it on the line and giving it a huge kick over. Oscar
came 
running over to see what she had done.
“Dan no way was that allowed,” he grumbled.
“Well you’re boys and I mean, come on! What sort of a team are Mac
and 
Angie? I mean, just look at them!” Danni motioned in the direction of
Angie, 
who was hanging of Pete’s back while he was running around like a
headless 
chicken trying to get her off his back, and Mac who was chasing after
them 
trying to make sure Pete didn’t fall over and break anything.
“Yeah you’re right. God! How come we subject ourselves to this menial 
torture by keeping the company of these insane, socially deprived 
ignoramus,” Oscar blurted out suddenly. Danni just gave him a funny
look.
“Oscar have you been playing dumb for four years or did you eat a 
dictionary?”
“I dunno,” he shrugged, walking off to get the ball as Mac ran up to
Danni.
“Let’s go inside, I think the neighbours will be worried about the
crazy 
people running around in their pyjamas at two in the morning
attempting to 
play soccer,”
“Very true,” Danni agreed, walking inside.

*

“Mac can we stay here tonight?” Pete asked, deciding it was too late
to go 
home.
“Yes. But you are not going to sleep unless you have a shower. Now go
away,” 
Mac shooed them in the direction of the bathrooms. Five minutes later
Pete 
was seated back in the lounge room in Mac’s fluffy white bathrobe as
the 
girls channel surfed, trying to decide which info-mercial was the
most 
pathetic.  Oscar came toddling out ten minutes later in boxers
holding 
something in his hand.
“Mac,” he said, holding out a vibrator, “this was behind my towel and
I 
didn’t think it looked like a good thing to put in a linen cupboard.”
“Oh my god,” Mac muttered, snatching it quickly off Oscar trying not
to let 
anyone else see.
“Mac,” Danni started, looking up, “is that a…” she was cut off
quickly.
“Maybe,” Mac flushed, turning quickly and bounding off up the stairs.
“A what?” Angie asked, not knowing what was going on. Danni lent over
and 
whispered into Angie’s ear, telling her what she had seen. Angie’s
eyes lit 
up as she slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Are you sure cause Mac doesn’t seem like the kind to….” Angie
trailed off.
“Oh well, girls have needs too I guess,” Danni smirked, looking back
to the 
TV.
“What was that all about?” Oscar was confused, not knowing what he
had been 
holding.
“Nothing Stonie, we won’t corrupt your poor little innocent mind,”
Danni 
pulled him down to sit next to her, throwing her arm around his
shoulder. 
Mac came slowly back down the stairs avoiding making eye contact with
Danni 
and Oscar and settled herself back between Pete’s legs so he could
massage 
her shoulders again.

*

All of a sudden, Danni jumped to her feet.
“I’ve got an idea,” she stated with a grin disappearing into the
kitchen. A 
few moments later, she reappeared holding an empty wine bottle.
“What are you up to, Danni?” Mac asked suspiciously.
“We are going to play a game, boys included!” Danni replied sitting
down 
next to Mac and Pete. “Now, if we’re going to play this properly, Mac
you’ll 
have to move next to Pete and Oscar and Angie have to join the happy
little 
circle!”
Oscar shook his head, “if we’re playing spin the bottle count me out.”
Angie slapped Oscar over the shoulder, “you’re no fun Oscar…anyway,
it’s 
called truth or dare.” “That makes me feel a whole lot better,” Oscar
stated 
sarcastically.
“Don’t be an old stick in the mud,” Danni laughed as she placed the
bottle 
in the middle of the circle. Danni spun the bottle and after a few 
rotations, it stopped, pointing at Mac.
“Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac…” Danni started with a chuckle. “Truth or
dare?”
“Don’t know what will be worse with you asking…um, truth.”
Danni thought for a moment, “all right, where’s the riskiest place
you’ve 
ever had sex?”
“Easy, the elevator at HQ,” Mac replied. Danni and Angie cracked up 
laughing.
“We haven’t had sex there,” Pete whispered to Mac. Mac shrugged,
“I didn’t say it was with you, did I?”
“Who was it with then?” Pete asked.
“Sorry Pete, she can’t answer that, it’s another question,” Angie
replied 
for Mac’s benefit.
“Thanks Ange,” Mac said with a smile, pouring herself another glass
of red.
Pete continued to watch Mac, seeing if he could read her look, but
she gave 
nothing away. The bottle started spinning again, this time landing on
Danni.
“I’ll take truth, thankyou,” Danni stated confidently knowing Mac was
asking 
the question.
Mac grinned, “how long have you been sleeping with Brian Grey for?”
“MAC!” Danni yelled. Oscar and Pete shooting her deep glances.
“Brian Grey?” They asked simultaneously. Danni stared down at Mac,
who was 
laughing uncontrollably.
“Two months!” She replied shortly, moving to spin the bottle once
more. 
“I’ll get you back on your next turn,” Danni warned. The bottle
stopped on 
Pete this time.
“Truth or dare?” Asked Danni. Pete looked at Mac with a smile,
“I’ll be brave and choose dare!”
“Kiss Oscar…on the lips,” Danni dared, laughing as she watched Pete’s
jaw 
drop to the ground.
“Get stuffed, if you think I’m doing that you’ve got another thing
coming,” 
Pete replied, with his nose turned up. Angie shook her head,
“Bad luck you have to, it’s a dare!”
“I wouldn’t want to break Mac and Pete up,” Oscar said.
Mac shrugged, “I don’t mind, just as long as it doesn’t go any
further.” 
Angie, Mac and Danni started laughing. Pete and Oscar looked at one
another 
awkwardly.
“Oh come on, what are you scared of…actually feeling something?”
Danni asked 
gasping for breath as she continued to laugh.
“NO!” Pete and Oscar snapped.
“Pucker up boys! You’re holding up the game,” Mac laughed, pushing
Pete over 
in Oscar’s direction.
Pete turned around to the girls, “what goes on in here, stays in
here, 
right?” He waited until they all nodded and turned back to Oscar.
“He’s lucky Brian isn’t here, otherwise I would have made those two
pash!” 
Danni whispered. Angie and Mac both pulled faces, trying not to allow
the 
picture into their heads. Pete and Oscar both leant in towards one
another, 
screwing up their noses and closing their eyes, hesitating just
before their 
lips touched. Finally they did to the screams of the girls.
“WOO-HOO!!!!” Angie, Mac and Danni hooted in between laughs. Pete and
Oscar 
both turned bright red as Pete hurried back into position next to Mac.
Danni spun the bottle again.
“Should I be jealous?” Mac whispered in Pete’s ear.
“There’s no reason why you should be…meanwhile, when are you going to
give 
me what you promised?”
Mac smiled, “later.”
“Mac, it’s already half past three in the morning,” Pete whined.
“We can’t exactly do anything while those three are here, can we?”
“I had to kiss Oscar in front of you girls!”
Mac shook her head, “that’s different…you were just kissing and it
was a 
dare.”
“Angie…” Danni cooed as the bottle stopped at her.
“Truth or dare?” Pete asked. “Don’t be too scared to say dare, I
promise I 
won’t be as immature as Danni,” he added.
“I can handle anything, dare.”
“I dare you to call a…taxi for you, Danni and Oscar to go home,” Pete 
stated.
“What, and give them a fake address?” Angie asked with a grin.
Pete shook his head, “no, I mean literally go home, the three of you.”
Angie caught on, “oh, I get it…you two want some time…”
“Well, I was promised,” Pete replied, raising an eyebrow suggestively
and 
looking at Mac.
“That’s ok, all the alcohol has gone anyway,” Angie said, grabbing
the 
phone.

*