DISCLAIMER: Characters were borrowed – CBS' property… all that jazz.
A/N: This was originally a post for an lj drabble… I was very anal about keeping it to 100 words, but I felt the story wasn't fully expressed… So I say that this is what it was supposed to be.
And more—this is unbeta-ed so forgive any mistakes. And as for the next chapter of the other one… well... It's coming, it's coming.
Leela opened her eyes with a fierce declaration to renounce alcohol evermore.
Sleeping while at work was an all-time low, considering she has reported to work countless times cradling sports drink and nursing a hangover. She would've sunk down to the earth's core had someone seen her dozing off at her desk.
Her dream had been surreal. A beautiful brunette was giving her immense grief because she slept with the other woman's husband.
She shook her head rapidly to clear away the thick cobwebs in her brain.
Thankfully, the day was to end and all that was left to do was to leave her reports on Peter Florrick's desk. She picked up her pace on her way to the office, adding an extra bounce in her step to wake herself up.
If she had walked a bit faster, she would have realized that it was not necessary – the image waiting for her in the SA's office was enough to make her jump out of her skin and hide in the bowels of the earth.
Standing beside her boss' chair was the woman in her dreams. She was lost in thought as she waited for Peter to come back.
The woman turned towards the door upon hearing her footsteps.
I should never have worn the kitten heels.
"Sorry. I just needed to drop these."
The woman flashed her brilliant smile and Leela turned to stone.
"Hi. Alicia. Florrick." The woman's voice was confident – a surprise to Leela. More importantly, it was amazingly warm.
She melted.
"Leela." She extended her hand. Alicia took her hand and grasped it in a genial greeting.
"Peter's not here. He had to go to some meeting, and I forgot!" The woman breathed out, embarrassed.
Meeting? Yes it was. But not the kind you'd expect.
Leela placed the files on Peter's desk.
"Peter Florrick's wife, huh? You must need a drink."
The other woman laughed. "My! He must've created quite an impression!" She stopped laughing and beamed her brilliant smile once more. "I want to. But I shouldn't."
"Well, Peter will be drinking in that meeting, you know." Leela shrugged nonchalantly. "But, have it your way."
She turned around to leave.
"Wait."
Leela turned back at Alicia.
"It wouldn't hurt, I guess." She grabbed a pen and post-it from Peter's desk and started scribbling.
"Oh, and please tell him I won't be needing that name anymore."
Alicia looked at Leela quizzically.
She simply smiled and refused to elaborate. The other woman shrugged and wrote down the message.
Forgot you had a meeting today.
Met one of your investigators, Leela.
Went out for a drink with her.
She says she won't need the name anymore?
I don't know what that means, I guess you do.
See you later.
-o-
"So what are we drinking?"
"Tequila."
The older woman laughed. Leela raised her eyebrows.
"Reminds me of body shots. College." Alicia rolled her eyes.
"We can do that."
Alicia stopped mid-stride, turned her head sideways.
"yeah. Maybe we can."
With that, Leela reconciled her relationship with alcohol.
