He knocked on the door and hesitated only a moment before opening it. "Hey."

She wiped the tears from her eyes, never turning away from the window where her gaze had been transfixed on the stunning Chicago skyline. She'd seen the view a million times before, and she never grew tired of it. But now it pulled her in, made her feel safe. And so she stayed as she was, quivering when she felt him walk into the room.

"Alicia-." He said, making her shiver at the sound of her name.

Still looking out the window, she sighed deeply and prayed that her voice would remain steady, although she knew that it would not. "I've always hated this office. Who was the idiot who decided that it was a good idea to use so much damn glass in this building? Don't they understand that people have offices so that they can close the door and have some privacy?"

"What's going on? What are you doing in here?"

Without meeting his gaze, she began rummaging around in her desk, opening the drawers, thumbing through the hundreds of files that lay within them. "I-I was looking for something. The-The Randolph file." She lied. "I-I needed to get a phone number for his doctor for Kalinda to investigate because you know, that bruise on his forehead-."

Will walked behind the desk and took the red folder from her hand, startling her.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she yelled. "I need that!"

"Not tonight you don't."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Will-."

His expression was serious now. "First of all, you're here for a party, not to work. And second, we don't even have a case like this, much less a client named Mr. Randolph."

"But-."

"And third-." He said, putting his hand on her chin so that she'd have no choice but to look at him. "I am your boss and I'm ordering you to tell me what this is all about."

"It's nothing, I-."

"I'm not stupid, Alicia! I know you work hard, damn hard. You work harder than anyone. But I find it a little suspicious that you were having the time of your life out there and as soon as I thanked you for helping me with the Grand Jury testimony-."

"I never said you were stupid, Will. I just… I want to be left alone, okay?"

He stared at her for a moment and the silence between them was almost deafening. "No."

Annoyed, she rose from her chair and headed for the door. "Fine. Have it your way. You can stay if you like but I'm going home. It was a bad idea, coming here tonight." She tried to move but his grip was tight on her forearm; not tight enough to hurt of course, for even in his angriest mood, Will would never hurt her, but it was enough to know that he meant business. Her heart, however, was crying out in agony.

Reluctantly she looked up at him.

"Alicia, what is it? Is it something I said? Something I did?"

Her eyes lowered. "No..."

"Then what?"

She knew him so well. She knew him better than anyone; well enough to know that he wasn't going to let this go. Not a chance in hell. She was like a defendant on the stand that the jury already knew was lying, and Will knew it too. All he had to do was get the truth out of her. And he would succeed. He was a brilliant, amazing lawyer and there was no doubt-."

"I-."

He leaned forward, the way he often did when a witness spoke too softly for him to hear. "You..."

A sob escaped and she covered her mouth with her hand. There was no backing out now. "I ruined everything, Will! Can't you see that?"

He tilted his head in that adorable way that she loved so much. It was a look that told her he was listening intently and wanted to hear more. "What are you talking about? You didn't ruin anything. I'm free, aren't I?"

"But I did, Will! Sure, you passed the test or whatever they call it, but when I was in there… I tried so hard! I tried to be strong, but-."

"What happened?"

"I couldn't take it anymore! I just got up and walked out. But the moment I got to my car-."

He took her hands and guided her to the sofa that sat in the corner of her office. And then he knelt beside her, still holding her hands. It was the sweetest, most romantic gesture she'd ever seen. Or it would have been, had she not felt this way.

"Alicia, talk to me, please. What happened? What did they ask you?"

The image of Wendy Scott-Car came to mind and tears spilled onto her cheeks; tears that Will began brushing away almost immediately.

"Was it bad?" His voice was low and soft; the voice of someone who loved her, but shouldn't.

And the tears fell even faster as she squeezed his hands and nodded, unable to speak louder than a whisper. "It was horrible."