So I'm enjoying taking a look at each of the different characters for each chapter. I may do this for just a few then be just Alicia or I may not…who knows. Hope you like it though. Any thoughts comment please.


Jesus christ does his hand hurt, and not just in an annoying throbbing way. This is a full blown fire in the wrist please cut it off kind of way. Never before had he been so angry and never before had that anger been directed at himself. Diane made him go to the doctors to get his hand seen to. Apparently fingers aren't meant to bend that way, who knew. The looks on everyones faces when he exploded in rage are fresh in his mind. He keeps trying to remember them, remember them all to try and avoid the look on Alicia's face when he pushed her in that elevator. The tears in her eyes.

No, he can't think of it just now, not ever, if there was anyway to start the day over again he would take it in a heartbeat. The look on David Lees face when Cary retreated back into the elevator, well it said it all. If even David Lee can look and feel bad then he must of really went too far with Alicia.

Looking around the emergency room he see's a tall blonde nurse walking into the waiting area. She gives him that the look, you know the one where they tilt the head forward, talk to someone else but stare at you through their lashes before they get your attention and turn away. He could you know, even with his mangled hand he could fuck her. Drown all his sorrows and his pathetic excuse of a life in her full pert breasts. But blondes never where his type, always brunettes, after Alicia it was always brunettes. And then he's thinking of her again. Of the sound she made as he slide into her for the first time in that penthouse suite. Of the way her eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped, dragging her nails down his back drawing blood. How he didn't even notice until after, too lost in watching her fall apart under him. Feeling how her thighs shook as she neared, her breath quickened and her head tilted. How when it was over she looked at him though her lashes, the apples of her cheeks flushed and she smiled. A smile that melted his heart and ruined him for other women, for how could anyone else measure up to an ounce of what he had in his arms at that moment.

That blonde is back again, notices the slight flushed look on his face, thinks it because of her. No one could make William Gardner blush like Alicia Florrick and he sighs when his name is called and he taken in to have his hand seen.

Walking back into his office, conscious of the splint around his right hand he tries to hide it under his suit sleeve avoiding the gazes of his employees. So far the morning had not gone well. After being seen by the doctor the night before he was given heavy painkillers which he drowned when he got home with whiskey and self pity.

Waking up this morning had not been pretty, as much as he wanted to crawl into the hole that was his bed the constant ringing of his phone from across the room was too much to handle and he grudgingly made is way to the shower. Halfway between sleep and consciousness he made his way into work, forgoing his car and having his door man call him a taxi. All he could hope for was that he wasn't in court today as there was no way he could handle it.

The road to his office was paved with regret, the looks from his fellow colleagues and employees was not at all helping and when he made it back to his office, he of course saw Diane sitting in his seat, looking at his files.

'Diane, how nice of you to make yourself at home in my office, in my chair. What do you want?'

'You look like crap, you know that right.'

'Thanks, I figured, nice of you to point it out though.'

Diane gets up and walks around the desk to stand in front of Will.

'How's the hand?'

'It's fine.'

'Hows the head?'

"it's fine.'

'Are you deliberately being obtuse and acting like a sullen teenager or is it just the meds talking?'

'Look Diane, I don't have time for this I have work to do and I really just want to sit down and not think, is that okay with you?'

'No, Will its not okay incase you have forgotten we have a lot of work to do. Twelve of our associates just started their own firm with a number of our own clients. Clients we need Will, if we want to stay above water. Not to mention the fact that your little debacle with Alicia was filmed by a member of our staff and put on the god damn internet! Now you better publicly apologise for that mistake because we cannot lose anymore clients because my idiot of a partner man handled the governors wife!'

Will takes a step back and sits on his sofa, head in his hands. Of course someone filmed it all, in this day and age he surprised it wasn't streamed live on the news given it was the governors wife. Dear god she must hate him, he knows how much Alicia hates being on the news, being talked about and judged. Being pitied. And now its happening again and he's the bad guy, he can't be the one to swoop in and save her anymore because he is the problem.

Diane sits next the him on the arm of the sofa,

'I know it's hard, we both thought she was leaving, David Lee thought she was leaving, all the evidence pointed that she was. I just, I'm sorry Will but we need to have some sort of mediation or offer her a pay rise or something to get her back or at least to placate the media out cry we just created by going after 'Saint Alicia'.'

'Don't call her that, you know she hates it. I'll call, explain and I'll ask her to come in this afternoon. I'll even offer her my office if she'll come back to the firm. That okay?'

'It's fine.' Diane says with a smirk as she pats Will on the back then goes to exit his office, she turns as she makes it to the door, 'Just don't offer her my office okay? I like the view.'

Diane can hear Will's laughter as she makes her way across the hall to her own office.

Taking a deep breath he picked up the phone and dialled her number, those three rings took an age in his mind but when she answered when her breathy voice said that one simple word, 'Hello…' His mind went blank for a second, then he relied, 'Alicia…' Will coughs to clear his throat, take another breath.

'Alicia, its me Will..'

'I have caller ID, I know its you.'

'Oh right yes, well, look, do you wan..I mean could you.. it's just…'

The silence that follows is deafening, Alicia thinks whether or not she should hang up, I mean she figures she owes him nothing now, but that one part of her, that young college student who has always loved Will Gardner and always will stops her from ending the call. Will can't believe that he just drew a blank, why couldn't he think, why couldn't he stop looking at the door to his bathroom. Remembering that time he took her up against the back of the door, how he had to cover her mouth with his hand to stop her from screaming out as he thrust mercilessly into her, when she bit into his hand and came at the same time. He was done for after that, two more thrusts and he emptied himself inside her. Laughing as he had to steady her as she stood on her two feet, swaying slightly. How just the sound of her voice brings these memories back he will never know. How she can make him feel like a stuttering virgin he will never admit.

Will has the phone grasped tightly in his hand,

'Leesh…I'm sorry…'

'I know, they're always sorry.'

'Come into the office meet with me and Diane, I need to apologise in person…'

'I don't think..'

'Please just for ten minutes please.'

'Okay, … I'll be there at two.'

Relief floods his system as he hangs up the phone. Looking at his watch, two o'clock, that gives him four hours to figure out what to say that will convince her stay.

Pacing in his office all morning had done nothing for his nerves, and his wrist and fingers were throbbing again. He needed air and coffee, good coffee not the stuff they served from the machines in the office. Making his way through the office he noticed its distinct emptiness. He had forgotten about the twelve associates they had fired yesterday, he should most likely talk to Diane about what they were going to do about all that. It still made him mad, a simmering rage beneath the surface but not as mad as it once did, not as mad as it did when he thought she was leaving.

Looking up to press the button to the elevator the doors ding open, he doesn't know what he was expecting or who he was expecting to walk out of that elevator. What he knows for sure is that he did not expect Veronica Loy to thunder out of those doors, rage in her eyes directed right at him.