A/N: I had meant on just leaving this as a one-shot. But I wanted to carry on writing. IDK. usually my second chapters aren't as good, so if this is naff, forgive me.

It had been three hours since Fitz had told her about the videos. And now Gigi lay across her bed, face down, cringing into a pillow. Her laptop sat open at the end screen of Lizzie Bennet's latest video. A quick goggle search had directed Gigi straight to episode one of Lizzie's public diaries and it all escalated very quickly. She stretched and arm out and fumbled for her phone, finally connecting with the object and returning the call she had screened Fifteen minutes earlier.
There was no need for pleasantries.

"I wasn't quite finished when you called"
Fitz laughed down the phone, more to break the tension he heard in Gigi's tone, than out of actual humour. "I was actually ringing to give you a bit of a warning."
her voice became clearer as she turned her face; no longer muffled by the pillow.
"Maybe you should have warned me before you sent her here." She wasn't angry, not in the slightest, but teasing was a past-time anybody could enjoy, and she knew Fitz was good for it. He played along; She could hear the smile on his face.
"I thought you'd ship it?"
"Like everybody else on the planet. Did you read the comments?"
"Who knew the agoraphobic lobster would be such a hit on the internet?"
"Who needs a marketing team when the CEO of your company is a meme?"
It was too hard to fake being stern when the topic was so genuinely surprising. Her brother being popular with... well, anybody was a phenomenon in itself. Instead of being surprised at the harsh words that Lizzie used it was more confusing that people liked him despite of them. None of his redeeming characters had been shown, and him being on The Diaries certainly quenched any 'bad-boy-mystique' he had gained in his prolonged appearance.
"You know," Gigi was the first to speak, interrupting Fitz's sniggers. "I think you are history's worst wing man. Even without the Jane thing, did you not see Lizzie's face when you said will had 'game'?" Gigi rolled over onto her back, beaming at the ceiling. "And if you taught him all he knows then I expect you to take full responsibility when he has to marry Caroline as a last resort."
"Even your brother isn't so desperate as to Marry Caroline."
They both laughed.

As nice as Caroline seemed the first few times Gigi had met her, it soon became clear she had ulterior motives in their friendship. Even knowing this Gigi had still tried to be nice to her. Went for brunch with her on request; allowed her in on a few games of doubles despite her not having any hand-eye co-ordination. Heck, Gigi even made sure to make herself scarce whenever Caroline struck up a conversation with Will. But months went by, and Caroline got more and more tedious. Not even having the decency to ask after Gigi's health and completely ignoring her when a better offer came up.
Lizzie however, she'd treat you like you, regardless of which companies your Brother owned. For example she had lent Gigi her copy of Anna Karenina and then, whenever Will had tried to coax Lizzie into a Tolstoy debate (his default conversation, it seemed) she checked Gigi's progress, and refused to speak about anything in a chapter Gigi had not completed while she was in ear shot.
Then there was the fact that Lizzie clearly enjoyed talking with Gigi. No matter what Will and her were talking about, when Gigi entered the room, she asked her opinion. Teaming up when they shared an opinion and acting upset when they disagreed.
Gigi thought that it would be very hard not to stay in touch, even if things didn't work out between Lizzie and Will; and at this rate, it looked like they wouldn't.
"We might have to get him a handful of cats then."
"Gigi, how dare you doubt me. I've got the two of the living together. It's in the bag."

The Man had a point. Lizzie might have been compelled to stay at their house, be it because of ease, finance, or even if it was too late to get accommodation when she realised what had been planned. but she wasn't obligated to sit in their living room with them, nor to eat meals with them. It was evident that she spent most of the time at Netherfield in one of the guest bed rooms, and that was an option here too. Heck, there were enough places for Lizzie to get lost for hours on end in their home.
Gigi had had a time when she had to avoid a certain somebody, and there was never a time when she couldn't think of an excuse. A meal out with the girls, tennis practice, even the infamous fake text was more useful than it looked, so why was Lizzie sat in the armchair of the man she hated? With the man himself sat opposite her? Ogling at her from across the coffee table.

"What else has Happened, Fitz?"
"...What ever do you mean?" his words were dripping with sarcasm, a smirk sure to be plastered over his face. If Gigi loved nothing more than to tease, then Fitz love to feign ignorance. He made you work for all the knowledge he gave. He wanted a reason to tell you.
"Well, the girl has been car pooling with my brother since she got here."
"Common sense, surely?"
The better the gossip the harder it was to get it out of him.

"She's sat in his armchair as we speak, just reading. He's sat with her too. You don't sit around for hours on end with the people you dislike."
"Lizzie B can read just about anywhere, am I right? A hurricane could happen and she wouldn't know if she had a good book in her hand."
It came to Gigi's attention that Fitz might heard all of this already. She wasn't confident about what 'bros' spoke about, or how soppy it got. She needed to use prime teasing material. Something she was saving for when Will would, undoubtedly be moping around the house after Lizzie had finished her project and gone home.

"Well, I don't spoon feed my worst enemy."

The bait worked.

"That, Gigi, sounds very interesting."

In my head Fitz replies with "Tell me about it, Stud."
I definitely think he is a secret Grease fan. :3

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know if I could improve please.