A quick note about the housesitting logistics. In my headcannon, Team Figi told Dr. Gardiner to tell Lizzie she would be housesitting for a friend named Georgie, but not to go into much detail since she might back out if she knew more. And then Lizzie, excited and nervous for Pemberley didn't think to find out the nitty gritty details. A little bit of a stretch, but necessary for the rest of my headcannon to fall in place :)

As Lizzie pulled up to the house she would be living in for the next few weeks, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle and mutter, "Wait until Charlotte sees this place." The huge house was situated at the very top of one of San Francisco's numerous hills and in the distance she could just make out the Golden Gate Bridge peeking up through the fog.

It took some effort, but she managed to collect her luggage from the trunk and make her way to the impressive wrought iron door. Using the key Dr. Gardiner had given her, she opened the door and then punched in the alarm code. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in her surroundings. She was standing in a large entryway with parquet flooring that she couldn't stop herself from noticing would be perfect for sock sliding. Directly across from her was a large spiral staircase, to her right she could see a beautiful sitting room with a grand piano, and to her left was a formal dining room. She glanced down at the entryway table and an envelope with her name written on it caught her eye. She opened it and pulled out the contents. On the first sheet of paper was a handwritten note.

Lizzie,

Please make yourself at home. I had the first bedroom on the second floor (directly across from the entertainment room) made up for you. The other pages in this envelope contain instructions for various things like setting the house alarm and using the rooftop jacuzzi. I also included the housekeeper's schedule and the number for our chef in case you want to do any entertaining. Give me a call if you have any questions!

GD

Lizzie's mind boggled at the thought of having a housekeeper or calling up a chef and having him prepare food for a dinner party. Who are these people? It was like living with Bing and Caroline all over again. Only this time she was in the city and living on her own. She could definitely get used to living here.

By the time she finished unpacking, it was getting late. As much as she wanted to go exploring, she decided it would be better to leave that until tomorrow. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Pemberley Digital. Charlotte had done her best to reassure Lizzie after informing her why that name had seemed so familiar. Darcy was always out of town. And even if he wasn't, it was a big company. It wasn't very likely that a lowly intern would run into the CEO unless she sought him out. Plus, she would enjoy seeing Fitz again.

Just to be put her mind at ease, she decided to do some Twitter stalking. Although, she wasn't sure she could really call it stalking if Darcy was already following her. She hadn't been to his Twitter profile since November when he had first started following her. And from the looks of it, she hadn't missed much. Luckily, earlier that day he had decided to grace the internet with a photo of downtown Tokyo. She breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like she wouldn't be having any awkward run-ins with Darcy at work tomorrow after all.

As she powered down her laptop and settled into bed, her eyes glanced over at the corner bookshelf. A slim volume caught her attention and she pulled it onto her lap. It was a hand-illustrated copy of The Little Prince, one of her favorite books. She opened it with care and read the inscription written in elegant handwriting on the first page.

To my dearest William,

May you always see clearly with your heart.

Love always,

Mom

1996

She traced her fingers over the letters and then started in on the novella. She kept getting distracted by the detailed illustrations and had barely made it a quarter of the way through before she put the book aside and nodded off to sleep.