Author's Note: WOW guys, I still can't believe how many people have favoured this story
I also want to thank all people who took the time to review! This means a lot to me! :)
Hope you'll like the second chappy too. It's longer than the first one but I wanted to have
the Smitchie confrontation in it.
I'm sure you don't mind, don't ya? ;)

Disclaimer: Same as before. Nothing's mine except my imagination. All rights belong to Disney!


„Tell me again, why I've agreed to this in the first place", Mitchie sighed, having a hard time to follow her best friend through the crowded streets of New York.

"Well, maybe your fiancee's happy proclamation to get married in 2 months left us no other choice," Caitlyn huffed, barely looking up from her map, while she tried to figure out which turn to take next.

Of course the "Connection of the Airheads" had decided to record their new album in NY again," her mind complained again, letting her mutter under her breath.

"But we could have still waited a few days longer instead of just taking the next flight, when Luke had announced to go on a business trip for 2 weeks," the auburn haired woman stated, already wishing that she would be back in Vancouver.

New York held some bittersweet memories for her and she had a hard time to ignore the images that her mind wanted to come up with on its own.
Not to mention that there were posters of a certain band plastered at almost every corner of the streets.

"Actually we can be thankful for his business trip," Caitlyn stated, finally turning her attention towards her best friend again. "I don't think a note with "Just getting divorced from Shane Grey, honey. Be back in 2 weeks" would have had him jumping with joy. Beside, I'm sure that my brain couldn't have handled much more "Google- Jerk- Time" than I've forced on it the past week. I can still recall things, I SO didn't want to know about said species."

Her face got a disgusted expression and she obviously had a hard time to get rid of whatever had crossed her mind.


Yeah ,Shane Grey definitely had mayor personality issues, that was for sure.


"At least we know he is more than alive and likes to share his ego with the rest of the world," Michie stated in a flat voice, also trying to block out certain information on the lifestyle of the so called Shane Gray.

What he obviously had become was beyond her imagination.


- Shane Gray is hitting playboy party again -

- Grey's Anatomy has a dirty double meaning -

- Who gets a taste of Mr. Grey today? -

- Sex sells – Grey's lovemaking hitting the charts… -


"Why he and his dumbness connection even got that famous during all the years is still a mystery to me," Caitlyn finally spoke up again, interrupting her friend's inner thoughts, not caring about the looks she received from two girls who were proudly presenting the world with the shirt - faces of said band.

"Great. We are official on holy "Connect 3" ground again," she added in a low voice, glaring at the forms of said girls before they were finally out of sight and no longer giving her the creeps.
"Maybe we should have brought some 50 Cent style along so people actually knew that we're so not into that department."

Her eyes were flickering over a tour poster of said band that was pinned on a huge wall on the opposite side of the street.
A sight that didn't freak her out since she had been confronted with a large amount of pictures during her web search.
Not the most pleasant time in her life, as she recalled it.

Mitchie however couldn't suppress a chuckle at that statement and let a grin spread across her face, all thoughts of a certain someone forgotten for a moment.

"50 Cent, Cait? We couldn't come up with a convincing ghetto style if our life depended on it," she almost giggled, letting Caitlyn fall in with her in an instant.

Yeah, that would definitely be a something.

"God I've missed that," the blond one finally proclaimed after a short giggle, taking in the smile of her best friend, grateful for the situation that gave both girls a short but good laugh.

"Yeah, me too," Mitchie admitted softly before falling back into a neutral expression.
To soon for Caitlyn's liking.

"I think we won't get a lot of it once we'd crossed the way of the connected ones."

Her eyes seemed to get a shade of worry and Caitlyn didn't hesitate a second to pull her friend into a comforting hug, knowing that she needed this right now.

"There's no need to be afraid, Mitch. He can't get to you anymore. You're stronger than ever," she reassured her in a soft voice, stroking her back for a moment.
"And I won't let you alone with him, no matter what. Remember I got karate classes. Has to come in handy at some point."

A light chuckle vibrated from both bodies before the girls searched each others eyes again.

"What would I do without you," Mitchie sighed deeply. "I owe you…"

"The only thing you owe me...," the curly one interrupted her immediately,
"Is a veery long movie session with Orlando and Johnny when we get out of this jerk hole. Along with your famous "Torres" muffins."

She presented her with a knowing look and managed a light smile that the other woman softly returned, before suddenly a bunch of screaming girls rounded the corner.


"What the..", Caitlyn had only time to come up with, before a black limousine appeared on the street and both women literally got overwhelmed by the hysterical crowd of feminine species, having a hard time to stand their ground.

"Mitchie?," Caitlyn yelled after a moment of regaining balance while someone screamed something that sounded like "Nate" right beside her left ear.
"God, I think I've got internal bleeding," she mutterted to herself, pushing different elbows out of her face, all the while trying to spot her friend over the different heads.

Well, sometimes it didn't come handy to be so short.
Especially when you almost got crushed by crazy fan girls who obviously only knew one destination.

Connect 3


"Cait," she finally heard the familiar voice of her best friend, catching a glimpse of her auburn hair a few meters away.

"I'm right here Mitch," the blond one yelled, hoping that Mitchie would hear her over all the hysterical screams that suddenly seemed to intensify in a harsh way.

"Shane you're my GOD!"

"Nate I wanna get dirty with you!"

"Jaaason!"

Instantly both girls pressed their hands to their ears while the crowd rushed forward, pushing them to the side of the record building, where they finally faced each other again.

"Are you alright?," Cait immediately rushed forward, looking for any evident bruises.

"I'm fine," Mitchie reassured her friend, pushing her now rustled hair out of her face.
"Even though I've got a numb feeling in my ears."

"Same here," Caitlyn proclaimed, rubbing her temples softly, before taking a glance at the still screaming crowd that was now gathered around the large vehicle.

"So, look who's obviously in the picture again," Mitchie stated in a neutral way, her mind only coming to terms with the situation slowly. "Even though I doubt that they will be coming out anytime soon," she added at the sight of security guards trying to hold the screaming girls back.

"Well, good for us, since I'm so not in the mood to see their faces right now. Especially not after I nearly got crushed to death," Cait huffed, crossing her arms over her breasts and fixing said black object with a hard glare.

"You know that this should be my line," the brown eyed woman informed her, taking a deep breath and fiddling with the strap of her bag that was holding her divorce papers.

Her most precious possession.

At least at the moment.


"We shouldn't have decided to come her in the first place," Mitchie sighed, receiving a questioning look from her best friend.
"I mean, how should we even get into this building?," briefly glancing at the large building behind her, that was guarded in the typical celebrity way.

"That we will figure out, when the screaming zombies over there had their piece of the trio for the day," Caitlyn responded in her typical Gellar way, watching the hysterical girls in front of the main entrance.
"And as much as I hate to admit it but is seems that this will happen sooner than later," she pointed out, when the guards had finally managed to make some room for the upcoming appearance of said band members, yelling at the screaming fans girls to hold back.

"Maybe you get lucky and your problem will be solved by a hysterical groupie who kisses him to death," Caitlyn couldn't hold back in a somewhat hopeful tone, right before a door of the limousine was opened and a flash of dark her appeared on the scene.

"Here it comes," was all the blond was able to mutter before the screams reached a new level.

And before her best friend got a blank expression on her face.


It was the moment Shane Grey stepped into the picture.


Mitchie watched emotionless how he flashed the screaming fans a pearly white smile and rearranged his dark glasses, fully aware of the effect he had on the audience.

His steps were confident, almost cocky and his dark hair was glistening in the dim light of the afternoon sun.
A black leather jacket smoothly stretched across his torso, making his muscles flex with every move.

He undoubtedly was the living picture of a bad boy who didn't follow the rules…


Flashback:

"You should really wear your shades more often," she stated, when he pulled her closer to his chest.

"Oh really. For what reason?"

"Well it gives you this bad boy vibe.
You know that one that makes a girl swooning from time to time," she whispered with a twinkle in her eyes, watching how his hair swayed softly in the wind.

"In that case I should maybe get an attitude that goes along with the image," he joked, sending her his pearly white smile and making her punch him lightly.

"Jerk," she laughed.

"Only yours baby," he responded in playful bad boy voice, before he kissed her slowly..


"Did you see that?," Caitlyn exclaimed in a shocked voice, letting Mitchie immediately return from her inner journey to the past, confusion and hurt written over her face.
"He kissed her. Hard."

The taller woman slowly started to focus on her best friend again, trying to process her words.

"Who kissed whom?," she finally asked in an unsteady voice, still hearing the echo of her former inner thought.

"Only yours baby"

Caitlyn just gave her the "Are you kidding me" look, before pointing to a random fan girl that had a hard time to hold her balance and stop smiling. "Mister "My Ego Should have an own Name" Grey of course. God he's gotten even more worse than I've thought," she stated, her disgust more than obvious.
"And his better half is also thinking of himself as God's gift. Scribbling down his number on random body parts of his fan club."

Her eyes had instantly narrowed during her statement and Mitchie had no doubt that her friend was referring to no other than Nate Silver.

"You paid attention to all of this?," she more stated than questioned, while she had difficulties to come to terms with Shane's behaviour.

He surely didn't follow any rules anymore.

"Well it was kind of obvious with all the screaming and the "Oh my God he kissed her" and so on," Cait plainly pointed out, trying to figure out her friend's expression, while Connect 3 had already disappeared into the building.

"They're gone for now. Thank God," the blond one exclaimed with a glance at the now way calmer fan girls.
"But your look is telling me that this moment had been enough to bring back not so pleasant memories," she stated softly and wanted to reach out to her friend when suddenly a bunch of girls bumped into them, loudly complaining about the fact that Connect 3 had already be guarded into the building.


"Geez the freak show is over. Get a life that doesn't consist of screaming at a group of jerks," Caitlyn stated bluntly, rubbing her right forearm and ignoring the glares from some of the girls.
"Oh and normal people would say "Sorry" when you nearly dragged them of the sidewalk."

"What do you know," a blond with a least three shades of make up hissed, mustering Caitlyn through narrowed eyes. "You're just jealous that you didn't come anywhere near them and that the Shane Grey had kissed me."

"I so don't envy you," Cait stated in a flat voice, her disgust even more evident than before.

"Please, like you wouldn't want to get a piece of him or Nate," the other one exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, flipping her long extensions over her shoulder.
"Too bad that no one of them would give you or your little friend over there the time of the day."

She was smiling in a sickening way, while the rest of her group simply choose to snicker dumbly.

"I must give you credit for managing whole sentences, seeing how your amount of cheap make up and hair products is seeping into your brain," Caitlyn responded in a clipped voice, trying to control her fury towards this brainless barbie.

"At least I'm not some frigid bitch who makes moon eyes at Connect 3 from afar," the fake blond stated, grinning like she had just pointed out the obvious.

Well if she would know what Caitlyn Gellar had done with the so called Nate Gray in the past ,the girl in front of her would know how far from right she was at the moment.

"I hate to disappoint you," Cait finally decided to get back at this barbie-look-alike, already picturing her upcoming reaction in her head, "But me and my friend.."

"Have to go now," Mitchie suddenly exclaimed with a sweet smile, grabbing Caitlyn's left hand abruptly and dragging her away from the group of girls before the blond had any chance to come to terms with the situation.


"Why did you do that," Caitlyn immediately wanted to know when Mitchie had finally stopped at a side entrance of the building, the echo of the laughing girls still lingering in the air.

"Because I know you," the other woman simply stated, slightly glancing at the guards that were shielding the glass doors.
"I'm sure you just wanted to point out a former connection with a certain connection, right?" she added in a low whisper, giving her best friend a look.

"As if she would have believed me anyway," the blond one huffed, adverting her eyes and taking in her surroundings for the first time.
"But it seems that this little intermezzo has presented us with a better entrance anyway."

A knowing smile appeared on her small lips and she suddenly got a look in her eyes, that almost screamed
"Idea girl in action".

"Well, if you haven't notice before but this building is guarded like a prison and I highly doubt that they will let us pass when we simply present them with a nice smile," Mitchie stated in a low voice, dragging Caitlyn a few feet away from the security guards.

Her friend however still grinned light a cat who had caught the canary.

"You forgot a very important fact, Mitch" she proclaimed nonchalantly, pointing towards Mitchie's bag.

"My bag?," her friend asked confused. "Do you want us to threaten this walls of guys over there with a simple piece of clothing?"

Caitlyn immediately gave her the "Duh-look" again, not believing that her friend hadn't come up with the obvious so far.

"I would start thinking along the line of a piece of paper and a certain jerk," she tried it again, patiently waiting for her friend to catch up on her thought.

Which she didn't for about 2 minutes.

"What?," Mitchie finally exclaimed, when she had finally gotten the meaning of Cait's words.
"No way! I'm so not using my married status to get into this building. Then I'd rather sit and wait till they come out."

"Yeah, along with a set of nice security guards," Caitlyn stated the obvious.
"And then they will go their merry way again, leaving us with another pointless action. Beside, I so don't want to devote myself to Google again just to get a hint where they could be staying," she added as a matter of fact, ignoring her friend's growling and the furious look in her eyes.

"But I still say: No Way!," Mitchie repeated in a firm voice, crossing her arms over her chest and letting her bag dangling loosely on her right wrist for a moment.

"Well, too bad, since I have to do it by myself then," her friend simply informed her with a small smile, before grabbing said item and pulling out the folder with the divorce papers.

"What, NO," Mitchie immediately tried to hold her back but Caitlyn was already making her way towards one of the security guards who smiled at her in a polite way.


"May I help you madam?"

"I certainly hope so," the blond started, ignoring the hissing of her best friend for the moment.
"See my friend over here," she began in a sweet tone, dragging a now more than nervous Mitchie into the view of the security guard," hasn't seen her beloved husband for such a long time, since he had been in Europe the past month.
But she's a very shy one and she is too afraid that you would simply tell her to back off, before she has the chance to fill you in."

Caitlyn smiled proudly at her outcome while Mitchie was left there speechless, remaining at her side like a lost puppy.

"I'm sorry that your friend thinks of us this way," the guard responded in a kind way.
"But there's no need to worry. If your friend can prove us that she is indeed married to someone in this building you can enter without further notice."

"I'm glad that you say so," Caitlyn continued to smile sweetly.

"I hope this will do, since my friend over there got the crazy idea to fill in for divorce.
You know the crazy couples in the business. Already filling in for divorce when they miss their better half, only to come to her senses after a "Hello"-Kiss," she laughed in a fake way, feeling Mitchie's glare from the side.

"Well, I certainly can say that this is often the case," the guard stated in a polite way, taking a look at the divorce papers.

"So ..Michelle Torres," he let his eyes briefly flickering over Mitchie's face,
"You are married to Mister Shane Grey." Mitchie simply presented him with a forced smile, when she felt Caitlyn's left elbow softly nudging her side.
"Didn't know that Mister Gray is married after all."

"Well, you now publicity and all," the blond one cut in again, letting out a short laugh, that made her cringe inwardly. "Wouldn't work so well for the career." She already felt her face getting sore spots from her forced smiling.

"Sadly yes," the guard agreed with her, before looking Mitchie straight in the eyes again.
"So Mrs Torres, or do you prefer Mrs Gray when you're not in public?"

"Mrs Torres is fine," Mitchie responded, suppressing the urge to cringe at the use of the term "Mrs Gray".

"Well Mrs Torres, do you have any papers with you?"

"Of course," It was Caitlyn's turn again, who immediately handed Mitchie her bag with a meaningful look.

"Yeah, one moment please," the auburn haired woman announced before she started to rummage through her bag.
"Ah here it is," she finally presented the bulky man with her passport, receiving a nod and a polite smile from him.

"Very well Mrs Torres. You and your friend may enter now."

"Thank you very much," she responded in a friendly tone, immediately grabbing a hand of the still smiling Caitlyn and dragging her along through the high glass doors before another idea could hit the blond woman.


"Geez, you can let go of me, Mitch. We're inside now," Caitlyn stated in a calm way when they had reached the entrance hall of the building.

"Yeah. We're inside now but at which cost," Mitchie pointed out in a firm voice, still not able to believe what her friend had done a few minutes earlier.
"You know these celebrity couples," she repeated her friend's phrase in a girly way, mimicking a silly laugh that had Caitlyn in giggles almost instantly."Great, now you're also laughing about me. Just great," she taller one huffed, trying to ignore her best friend for the moment.

"C'mon Mitch you have to confess, that we could easily start a career in the acting business. Even though I surely wouldn't take roles that have mayor grinning in it," Caitlyn nudged her friend with her right shoulder, giving her the "I'm sorry"-look.

"Caitlyn Gellar you're definitely.."

"The most loving and infuriating person on this planet, I know," the petite blond stated plainly, letting Mitchie sigh in defeat.

Caitlyn Gellar definitely was a special number.

"But don't you think that.."

"May I help you Miss," a young man in a suit suddenly interrupted her, before she could give Caitlyn another lecture on the "Not to Do list".

"Actually.." Mitchie adverted her gaze from her friend, taking in the appearance of the blond man, who could easily classified as staff member.
"Well," she finally started again, reminding herself why exactly she was here in the first place.
"I'm actually here to see Mr.Grey from Connect 3, "the person in front of her got informed.
"We have an appointment but unfortunately I've forgotten on which floor he and his band members are right now."

Her smile matched the business and she inwardly thanked herself for her choice of clothing that gave her the appearance of someone important.

Not to mention that she could congratulate herself on such a calm and mature outcome.

Especially when all she wanted to call said "Mr Grey" wasn't mature at all.

"Mr Grey and his band members are on the 8th floor right now. Mr Roberts office. Room 450," he informed her in a friendly way. "Should I announce you, Miss.."

"No, that's not necessary. Thank you. But I want to surprise him, since I could catch an earlier flight," Mitchie smiled, receiving a short nod from the young man, before he disappeared again.

"And what a surprise it will be," Caitlyn immediately made herself known again, looking at her friend with a hint of awe.
"I really must say that I'm deeply impressed, Mitch. Especially when you know the bottom of it all."

"Yeah me too," Mitchie stated, taking a deep breath.
"I just want to get over with it."

"So, you are ready to face him again," the blond one asked softly, glancing at the lifts.

"Honestly, no," the brown eyed woman confessed, her eyes having also glanced in said direction.
"But if I want to have a future with Luke, I have to do it. I can't hide forever, can I?"

She managed a small, sad smile and motioned her best friend to follow her towards an already open lift cabin.


"Let me," Caitlyn stated at the nervous look on the other woman's face and pressed the button to the 8th floor, while Mitchie simply managed a short nod and chose to fiddle with her divorce papers.

"Remember, no matter what," the blond finally stopped her friend's nervous actions and rubbed her right shoulder in a comforting way, holding Mitchie's gaze with a soft smile.
"And just for your information, I don't mind to cause him some bodily harm. So if he tries to act like the jerk he is towards you, then…"

"Then I'll be happy support you in any way possible," the taller one proclaimed without hesitation, making clear that she was in no way willing to let Shane Grey insult her at any rate.

"And again, I'm impressed," Caitlyn announced, taking in the firm look in her friend's eyes.
"Shane Gray so shouldn't dare to mess with you, girl."

"Yeah he better not," Mitchie stated in an indefinable tone, while the lift had already reached the 8th floor and opened it's doors. "Like you said, he wouldn't know what hit him," she auburn haired woman added towards her best friend, leaving the cabin without so much as a glance ahead that suddenly caused her to bump into a hard body.

"I'm sorry, I…" she immediately began to apologise and slowly raised her eyes towards the other person, only to be left speechless in an instant.

"Oh well," Caitlyn muttered from behind, while Mitchie could only stare at the person that hadn't looked her into the eyes for so many years.


The person that could without a doubt be classified as no other than Shane Grey himself.


His look shook Mitchie to the core and she wasn't able to do anything beside holding her breath for a mere second.

"Well, look what we have here," he suddenly spat, fixing her with a cold glare.
"If this isn't my little wifey. Did you finally come to get your piece of the cake now?"

He narrowed his eyes and took into her appearance, never soften his hard expression in the slightest.

Minutes seemed to tick away in which the former lovers could only fix each other with a hard glare, while Caitlyn choose the role of the silent observer.

Only the sound of air conditioning and indefinable rustling behind closed doors joined the silence, no one daring to come up with sound.

Shane had already straightened his frame and seemed to figure out his further verbal attack, while Mitchie hid her emotions behind the mask of a hard expression.

At least till Nate Silver chose to come into the picture and cut into the silence.


"Man isn't that this Camp chick?," he pointed out in a nonchalantly way, taking a position beside his best friend and giving Mitchie a cold look.

This however immediately caused Caitlyn to take a step forward, already going wild on the inside from the mere sight of the Jerk-Duo.

"Well still the dumbass connection, I see," she remarked in a sharp tone, causing Nate to take into her presence for the first time, while Shane mustered her with interest.

"Caitlyn Gellar," the lead singer finally proclaimed with a sneer.
"Still a big mouth on you, I see."

"Nothing compared to your ego, Grey," the blond shot back, not willing to let him get the upper hand.

"Ah, I would say that this hurt but sadly it didn't," Shane bit back, touching his chest in a theatratical way.
"So tell me Caitie," he continued in a fake sweet voice, realising that it would get Caitlyn fuming on the inside,
"are you still that desperate to find a guy who doesn't run screaming after the first try with you?"

His infuriating smirk let her forget all her thoughts of a somewhat mature behaviour in an instant and left only one option.

Hurting him BAD.

"You're..", she immediately wanted to reach for his collar, not caring if security guards would come in her way.

But before the small woman could lunge at the lead singer of the connected 3, she felt Mitchies strong grip on her left wrist, effectively holding her back.

"He's not worth it, " the auburn haird woman whispered towards her best friend, before she finally turned her attention to her still smirking husband again.


Yeah, he obviously was amused at the scene in front of him.


"You're so pathetic and full of yourself, Shane Grey," she exclaimed in a low voice, now her turn to fix him with a cold glare.
"I'm so glad I didn't waste my past years with you, seeing how you've turned out."

"Look who's talking," he remarked in the same way, slowly inching his face closer to hers.
"You're the pathetic one. Coming here after 5 fucking years to suddenly claim your part of the big lifestyle."

"Like I would want anything you have to offer," she immediately hissed, holding her ground, even though she could feel the ghost of his breath on her face.

His eyes narrowed even more at this statement and she could make out the slight flexing of his jaw, showing her that he had a hard time to control his rage.


"Dude, leave her be. She's not worth it," Nate finally choose to interfere again, putting a strong hand on Shane's left shoulder.

"Said his clone," Caitlyn spoke up again, now glaring at the other Connect 3 member in an open way.
"Do you guys get an extra pay, every time you loose more of your brain?"

"Leave it, Cait," Mitchie finally announced in a flat voice, never taking her eyes of the selfish excuse of the so called Shane Grey. "If someone isn't worth the time of the day, it's them."

She didn't even flinch a bit, when Nate and Shane literally shot daggers at her.

"And since I didn't want to waste any more time with you, here's your piece of the cake now," she finally took a step towards her husband and pressed the folder with the divorce papers against his hard chest.
"I hope that it gets any evidence of your existence out of my life once and for all."

With that she turned on her heel and dragged Caitlyn back into the cabin with her, firmly pressing the button to the first floor.


"Have a great life Shane Grey," was all that could be heard, before the doors slid shut and two of the great Connect 3 were left behind.

One of them finally registering the papers that had dropped at his feet.


A/N: Liked? Disliked? Tell me. And please no flames since Shane and Nate are really jerks. There's still hope along the way ;)