For the first time ever Rory felt both emotionally and physically drained. Today had been the worst day of her life, and she didn't even have her husband here to comfort and hold her. She shoved her face under the covers and thought of her husband, Logan; he was in Beijing for a year on business. She wasn't angry at him, his company was young and he needed to make connections. However that didn't change the fact that she missed him, if he were here he would rush over to the New York Times and complain about that fact that they suspended her. Although she couldn't blame them, she had, had doubts about the article. She had known that it would be controversial, but she never imagined that they would have suspended her for it, and for a whole three months. Realizing that worrying about her job would never help the sleep that was so needed to come, Rory allowed her mind to drift to other things. Logan only had two months left in Beijing which would allow him to arrive home in time to be there for the birth of their first child who was due in three months. Rory began thinking about the baby, she hoped it would be a girl, although she knew Logan so craved a boy. Slowly but steadily she finally started drifting off, that is until her phone rang. Grumpily she picked it up. It was her Mother, whom she was angry at. She was angry because her Mother hadn't spoken to her in weeks. In fact Rory knew nothing about what was happening in the town she grew up in. Her Mother rarely spoke about it anymore, she bragged about business at the Inn and the fact that Rome was beginning to speak in full sentences. Big deal, Rory thought, she could no longer hide the jealousy she was carrying towards her little brother. Rome was young, had a Father who was always there, and was the constant talk of the town now. It was like Rory no longer existed, it was Rome this, and Rome that. Rory felt isolated from the quirky figures she grew up knowing, New York definitely wasn't what she expected, she didn't have many friends here, and it was even worse with Logan gone. Day after day she went to work where she was ridiculed by many because of her Rookie stature, than went home to an empty apartment, where she heated up soup, or macaroni & cheese. She didn't go out. Mainly she read or continued working on articles on her laptop. Loneliness had definitely shown its ugly face in her life. Hurling the phone at the wall Rory continued her mission to sleep, than it hit her. The suspension was the perfect opportunity to reconnect with her past life, and she realized bolting upright that a trip to Stars Hallow was in her future, but first she had to have a face to face with the editor of the Times and suddenly she felt sick.

Finally a deep sleep engulfed her, but an hour later came a knock at the door. Quickly she gathered herself up out of bed and answered the door. It was Doyle, Paris' husband; obviously he had heard about her suspension, I mean how could he not? He was married to the New York Times editor, Paris.

"Hi Rory, I'm sorry for bothering at… seven o' clock… wait were you asleep?" Doyle questioned, glancing at Rory's puffy eyes.

"Don't worry about it Doyle. What do you need?" Rory replied "I mean what's so important that you would need to wake up an exhausted pregnant woman? Hmm?" Rory demanded. "Especially since you have your own life at home with your wife and kids, you really need to rub the suspension in my face?"

"Listen Rory I can see that you're especially irritable tonight…" Doyle noted. "But I just wanted to tell you that I'm trying really hard to get Paris to reverse the suspension. I just wanted to let you know that I'm on your side completely."

"Wait… what? Why would you do that, I mean if I get suspended than you get promoted to a full time reporter, I mean just why?" Rory inclined.

"Honestly?" Doyle asked hesitantly.

"Yes honestly," Rory answered.

"Ok well you can't laugh but, I'm actually enjoying being an obituary writer, I mean not only do you get to go deep into the great lives of hundreds, but I also get off at twelve," Doyle stopped then seeing the looking of disbelief on Rory's he continued, "By getting off at twelve I get to spend more time with the kids. When Paris is home its do this, do that, don't eat this, do eat that, it drives me nuts. The only time the kids get to act like kids is when I'm home, I've just enjoyed that and they have too. If I have to go back to work full time, then they won't get to act like kids anymore just the robots Paris is making them. You understand where I'm coming from don't you?" Doyle pleaded.

"Well I mean, I understand about Paris but I don't exactly have experience with the whole kid thing." Rory contradicted.

"But you understand that I need you to keep this job so I can keep mine too, basically the entire future of the world depends on you Rory Huntzberger, because you know if Paris turns our children into mini Paris' then there will be little Paris' running around and we can't let that happen," Doyle asserted.

"I… I guess so, I can't control Paris' actions but I won't stop you from trying to," Rory answered surprised.

"Thank you Rory, you won't be sorry, I'll get your job back, even if it means not being able to watch TV after four!" Doyle kissed Rory on the cheek surprising her then ran down the stairs shouting "I swear I'll get your job back if it's the last thing I do!"

"That was weird… wait why wouldn't Doyle be able to watch TV… ya know what never mind," Rory mumbled shutting the door.

She was dreading the next day and somewhere deep down inside her she hoped Doyle wouldn't be able to convince Paris to life her suspension so she could take a much needed visit to Stars Hallow.