Hi all, so I finished it! Here is the conclusion! Thank you to Leann for betaing and for inspiring the idea and I hope you all enjoy and review!

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Diane shrieked as she stormed into Will's office, the door shuddering as she flung it open. Will's eyes widened and he slowly rose from behind his desk.

"Diane," He began diplomatically. "I can explain,"

"Explain?" She yelled back at him, her fiery eyes making her partner gulp. "Explain what? Why Judge Matthews is calling me at the crack of dawn because my hot-headed partner fired his nephew!" Her voice was laced with sarcasm and her body radiated fury. "Do you know how bad this looks?"

"Diane," He tried again, moving round his desk cautiously so he stood in front of her. Her hands gesticulated wildly, and if her screaming hadn't given her away, this would have been a sure sign of her rage.

"They're thinking about suing for wrongful termination, Will!" She continued in a pained voice, shaking her head in disbelief. Will had done some stupid things throughout the duration of their partnership but pissing off one of the most prominent and respected judges in Chicago took the cake.

"He didn't even really work here! He was an intern!" Will rebuked in loud voice, his face scrunched in confusion.

"Like that matters! You fired Matthews' favourite nephew and now he's out for blood!" She screamed, not caring about the small crowd that had gathered just outside his office to watch her tear into him.

"Look Diane," Will began calmly, the edge to his voice almost warning. He wasn't usually the calm one, and she could tell it took a lot of effort for him not to scream right back at her. "He wasn't a good fit for us, okay?" Diane's mouth dropped open in horror, her frown deep and angry. "He was lazy, he didn't work well with others, he was cocky…"

"…he was the nephew of a very important Judge." She interrupted his explanation, her blue eyes glaring daggers at him. "Matthews can make our lives hell! Did you even think about that before you fired him? Huh?" Her incredulous tone had Will taking a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to snap back at her. Diane rolled her eyes and grit her jaw. "I mean what the hell happened?" She asked aggressively and Will's eyes slid shut as he breathed out a low sigh.

"Can you just trust me on this?" He asked, his eyes big and sincere. Diane's mouth fell open, aghast. "Please," He begged, coming to stand closer to her. He took both her hands in his, meeting her eyes pleadingly. "I promise it was in the best interest of the firm, and you. It was in all of our best interest."

"Will, don't," She said, pulling her hands from his and turning to pace, running her fingers through her blonde curls. "Don't try to use the puppy eyes on me!"

"I'm not!" He said defensively, his reply almost too fast.

"You are!" She responded pointing at him accusatorily, her voice rising again as she became frustrated with him once more. "Just tell me!" She demanded.

"No!"

"Will, don't test me!" She warned with a stern look.

"Look Diane." Will began, his annoyance seeping through his words. "It was for the best, now can you just drop it?" He spat at her viciously. Diane saw red, her jaw tensing at his tone.

"I swear to God Will if you don't tell me right this second!" She threatened walking back to him and standing up straighter, her shoulders squared and ready for a fight. She used her pointer finger to shove his chest and Will swatted at her hand.

"Diane, stop!" He said threw gritted teeth, his face tensing in a controlled rage.

"Jesus Will!" Diane screamed again, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.

"Just let it go!" He yelled back at her.

"No! You fired him and I want a reason!"

"I had a reason!"

"Well it better be a fucking good one!" She spat back, her eyes dark and vicious.

"Fine!" He screamed back at her, his face red with rage and inches from hers. His eyes were bulging and the fury radiated between them. "They were talking about you, okay?"

Diane's mouth fell open in a horrified expression.

"They were talking about me?" She responded in an incredulous whisper of disbelief. "Jesus Will, everyone on this floor talks about me! I'm the ice queen, or bitch, I don't care! They talk about me, so what? People talk about you too, it's just office gossip! You don't fire someone because you don't like what they're saying about you!"

"This was different!" He replied. "What I heard them saying, it wasn't-" He paused and blew out an exasperated puff of air, trying to calm himself. Diane frowned, shaking her head at his odd behaviour.

"What?" She prompted agitatedly.

"It was, you see…" He began glancing down at his feet as he tried to find the words.

"What?" She yelled again in a heavying breath, her aggressive tone pushing over the edge. "Just spit it out!"

"Fine! They were talking about you, okay? About your legs, about how you must be super kinky because all the best prudes are!" He spat bitterly, his eyes thinned with malice. "They were talking about your breasts, about how when you bend over they can see down your shirt! And how fantastic it would be to bend you over your desk and show you who's really the boss!" He gesticulated wildly, throwing his hands in the air as he began pacing in an uncontrolled rage. "How you're gagging for it and how you screwed your way to the top! Sleeping with Stern and everyone else you needed to! Oh, and my favourite bit, how you and I are fucking in my office after hours!" He finished hotly, breathing deeply; his chest rising and falling angrily. Diane stared at him blankly, swallowing hard.

"Well, that's absolute rubbish!" She began with a serious expression. "It's completely untrue!" Her shock written across her features.

"I know!" Will agreed with an equally outraged expression, happy she was on the same page as him.

"Everyone knows we only fuck during business hours!" She finished, barely concealing a smile. Will stared at her with a frown, his mouth falling open slightly. After a moment of silence, Diane's lips curled up and Will shook his head, closing his eyes as they both fell into a fit of laughter.

Their giggles filled the room and the animosity from early seemed to dissipate instantaneously.

"You were defending me," Diane said shyly as their laughter came to an end. Will smiled at her with a casual shrug.

"The things they were saying…" He trailed off, shaking his head with a sombre look.

"I know," Diane replied softly, moving over to him again and folding him into her arms. "Thank you, Will," She whispered into his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder. Will's arms curled around her thin frame tightly, holding her to him lovingly.

"Anytime," He mumbled into her hair, pulling back slightly but still holding her by her waist. Diane's hands lay on his shoulders as she smiled up at her friend. "So," He started with a cautious smile, raising an eyebrow. "Are we okay?"

Diane let out a scoff of a laugh, smiling kindly.

"Yeah, we're okay."

"And Matthews?"

"I'll deal with Matthews," She said darkly, with a dangerous smirk. Will laughed slightly, releasing her and shaking his head in amusement. He knew that look, knew that slow smirk and those wild blue eyes, she was about to face off against Matthews and his prick of a nephew. And she was going to win.

"Please," Will started in an exaggerated voice. "Please tell me I get to watch?" He asked and Diane threw head back in a loud, carefree laugh. Turning to exit the room, she called out to him over her shoulder.

"Get your coat," She said with a grin and it was Will's turn to laugh, grabbing his jacket as he raced after her.