Hello Again,
So I know I keep going on about how I'm not writing at them moment, and I really am taking a break and combing through my works to get rid of pieces I have come to hate, but Leann conned me into this fic.
She is my muse and the reason for the below nonsense!
I'm not sure if I'll add a second chapter to this or just leave it as is, or if I want it to end in a lockner romance or just keep it as a friendship - basically I'm not sure about anything and your input is welcome!
Hope you all enjoy!
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Will groaned heavily, letting his head fall onto the table in frustration. Thudding it repeatedly against the pale wood, he blew out a large puff of air. After a moment of self-pity, he slowly lifted his head again, glaring at the mound of papers surrounding him. The Collins case was going to be one of the toughest he'd ever faced, especially with the new evidence the prosecution had failed to turn over until the very last moment.
Looking at his watch, Will rubbed his eyes. It was late, the offices littered with only the most dedicated and the unpaid interns itching to be grated a full time, paying position.
Shuffling a few pages together he had just decided to call it a night, when he heard it. With a frown, Will glanced around, looking for the source of the laughing voices. Standing slowly, he moved toward the flat screen TV, glancing upward his eyes thinned as he found a crack in the ceiling.
The voices were clearer from this position and if he was quiet enough, he could just make out what they were saying.
"You just know she'd be a wildcat in the sack." A deep voice chuckled, getting a hum of approval from his companions. Will smirked intrigued by the words wondering just who they were talking about.
"Yeah once you removed the stick from her arse!" Another man laughed and Will frowned trying to place the voices. He was certain the first voice belonged to a particularly cocky intern - the nephew of a very powerful judge, who thought he was the be all and end all. Stephen? Was that his name?
"Oh, but that's what makes her so hot!" A third voice laughed out. "The prudes are always the kinkiest of them all. You just know she's into all kinds of fucked up shit." The other two laughed and Will leaned into the wall, eager to hear more.
"Damn right. And her legs, well, what I wouldn't give to have those legs wrapped around me."
Will sucked in a breath, it was Diane, they were talking about Diane. They had to be.
"Did you see her in court today? She ate that man alive!" The first voice said impressed. "So fucking hot."
"God, and that shirt, she bent over to pick up her bag earlier and I could see right down it."
"Her tits?"
"Not bad, but her bra- you don't wear lingerie like that unless you like it dirty." Will's hands curled into fists, his chest heaving angrily.
"Bet she needs a good fucking! Someone to bend her over her desk and show her who's really boss." The group chuckled in amusement and Will's jaw set furiously.
"You know how she got the position as name partner, right?" One of the group piped up and Will found himself unable to stop listening; leaning into the crack to hear more. He shut his eyes, resting against the wall, as he awaited the continuation of the conversation.
"Yeah, she screwed Stern all the way to the corner office!"
"The geezer?" A low gasp of disbelief came from one of the men.
"That's nothing, Gabby from accounting? She heard that isn't the only partner she's in bed with!"
"Do you mean her and Gardner?" A voice chuckled.
"Apparently they go at in his office after closing!"
"Figures," A man replied and Will could hear the smug shrug in his voice. "I know her type, practically gagging for it!" The trio laughed and Will swore loudly, slamming his fist into the wall of the conference room; hard enough for it to tremble.
Stomping out of the glass room he angrily searched the firm, his hazel eyes dark and fists clenched in fury. Finally turning a corner into the small coffee area, he found the three interns.
Immediately, they perked up, no longer slouching as they met his gaze; eager to impress. Will came to a halt, slipping his hands into his pockets casually, and smiling.
"Mr. Gardner!" One of them greeted, his voice overly bright and clearly afraid. Will thinned his eyes, in no mood for their feigned politeness.
"You three still here?"
"Burning the midnight oil," Stephen, the privileged nephew responded.
"Naturally," Will supplied in an overly friendly tone, swinging on his heels as he eyed the three young men. "You know who else burns the midnight oil?" The trio leant forward intently, interested in gaining some points by listening to the boss' story. "Diane Lockhart."
Will smirked as the men blanched slightly, one gulping uncomfortably.
"Yes Sir," The nervous man from before responded.
"Loves to work late that one," Will continued casually making a point to meet each intern's eyes. "But that's probably because I'm screwing her in my office after hours!" He chuckled and the men's eyes widened fearfully, each man paler than the next. "But, I mean who can blame me with those legs," He threw out sarcastically, his eyes fiery with anger as his voice dipped low and dark. "And I gotta tell you she's into so pretty freaky shit, loves to be shown whose boss – but, I supposed that stems from her sleeping her way to the top, right?" Will mused bitterly.
The men gapped at him, frozen to the spot as Will cocked his head to the side, staring them down.
"Well?" The older man prompted, his furious gaze darting from intern to intern.
"Sir, we didn't mean-" One of the men tried bravely only to be cut off by Will.
"I don't care," Will said loudly, standing to his full height in a rage.
"But we-"
"You're all fired." Will said in a deadly quiet voice, daring them to respond.
"We were only joking!" Stephen offered in an almost laugh. Will saw red, pushing violently forward and shoving the younger man into a wall.
"Just joking?" He yelled, his face flushed and the veins in his neck bulging angrily. His large hand was wrapped around the man's throat, holding him to the wall tightly. "That woman is twice the lawyer you will ever be, and she climbed the corporate ladder on her own merit, with no help from scum like you!" With a hard shove, Will released the man and backed away. "You have five minutes to clear your desks and get out before I call security."
Stephen grasped at his neck, rubbing at it gingerly.
"We'll all have new jobs by the end of the week!" He spat back at Will, with a snide smirk.
Will shook his head, smiling.
"I'd like to see you try, I'm forwarding your CVs to every firm in Chicago. There's a lot of respect for Diane Lockhart in this town and you've just thrown your careers down the drain. Now get the fuck out of my offices."
The three men shuffled quickly passed him and Will raked a hand through his hair with a deep sigh. No one bad mouthed his partner and got away with it!