This story was inspired by a post I saw on tumblr of Will and Addison, just like my other stories so far. This story is the third in a group of stories I'm writing about Will/Addison. It's set after TGW s03e13 and after PPP s05e10. Set BEFORE TGW s03e14. Read away! I really do hope you enjoy it and pretty please tell me what you think! I LOVE to get feedback.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

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The hallways were dark when Will walked through the office, only a few lights glowing, indicating the poor buggers that were still working. He walked past Alicia's office, glad to see no lights on, the room empty, her near empty desk lit by the lights of the city shining through her windows.

He was glad she wasn't there, had been hoping she wouldn't be.

He walked through the empty hallways to Diane's office where she sat at her desk, alone, sipping a drink. He could've laughed at how he surrounded himself with alcoholics. He didn't bother to knock.

"Evening," he nodded, taking a seat on one of the leather oneseaters her office offered.

She nodded at him. Her gaze still fixed out the city she saw through her window. The city that never slept. It suited her perfectly. She been thinking for a long time about what she'd say to Will when she saw him, whether she'd tell him about Alicia. But she'd decided against it. She'd seen Alicia on the arm of Peter in that morning's newspaper. She didn't want to further complicate an already complicated situation. And for some reason, she trusted that Alicia had a plan.

They just sat there in silence, their friendship not needing mindless conversation. Diane thought about how their firm would survive, Will thought of how he was going to get Alicia back, and how Addison was doing back in LA.

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"Jake," she sighed, lying back into the cushions on the couch. The doors onto her deck were pushed wide open so that she looked straight out at the sleeping ocean. "I am fine. You don't have to do this."

"I'm your doctor," he reminded her, "and you need to take it easy."

"I am taking it easy," Addie commented, holding up her half a glass of wine, pointing out the fact that she was just sitting on the couch, not doing anything.

"Point taken. But how can I trust you won't do anything once I'm gone."

Addison pouted her lips and looked up at him. There was something about having him in her house that made her just a little uneasy. "You can trust me."

"Can I?"

"Yes," she told him, chucking a cushion at him, hitting him square in the chest sending him back a few steps. "Go. Have a life. Leave me to my wine, my beach and my baby."

"Fine," he sighed, leaning down to kiss her forehead, an action she was finally getting used to. It no longer sent her heart into overdrive. "Take it easy."

"I will," she smiled at him, not even standing to let him out.

Once he'd shut the front door behind him she stood to walk out onto the deck. Before she could stop herself she looked up to Sam's house, seeing him out on the balcony looking at him. She held back the urge to look away and smiled at him, saluting him with her glass of wine.

God she missed him.

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"Where were you last night?" Cary asked Dana as they waited outside Wendy Scott Carr's office. Dana hadn't quite gotten around to telling Cary that she'd gone around to plant a bug in Kalinda's apartment, something she felt incredibly guilty about, the bug, not the not telling Cary. Kalinda had trusted her and she'd misused that trust. And she hadn't exactly planned on sleeping over. She was going to kiss her, drop the bug, then leave. That had been the plan. But then she'd tasted her lips, felt them, so soft against hers. She'd never been with a girl and never wanted to. Until she'd met Kalinda.

She opened her mouth to make up an answer when Wendy Scott Carr came out. Saved by the slightly scary woman.

"Come in," she smiled at them.

Cary may have been deputy state's attorney, but that didn't save him from being intimidated by Wendy. "What can we do for you?" he asked as the door was shut behind them.

"What's between Will and Alicia?" Wendy asked Cary.

Dana, having yet to listen to the conversation, was a little confused, but didn't show it. She just looked expectantly at Cary.

"Nothing," he answered with narrowed eyes. "I was always a little suspicious, they had a thing along time ago, but as far as I know, that's long gone."

"Are you sure?" Wendy asked, suggesting that there certainly was something still going on between the Sate's Attorney's wife and the man he had them investigating.

"I can look into it," Cary told her.

"You do that."

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"So you saw my client," Alicia said to the man on the stand, addressing him as much as the jury, "in the foyer?"

"That I did."

"Mr Vega, do you have to wear glasses?"

"No. Well, only sometimes. I don't have to wear them."

"But you have a prescription?" Alicia asked, feeling only a slight joy at discrediting the prosecution's witness.

"I do."

"Are you long-sighted or short-sighted Mr Vega?"

"Short-sighted."

"So that means you can't see long distances?"

"I can see them, just not well."

"No further questions," Alicia smiled, taking back her seat.

The judge told them they'd continue the next day and Alicia stood to leave. Her client thanked her then she headed out the door. She didn't want to spend any more time there than she had to. When she saw Peter waiting for her at the back she tried not to cringe. He'd been watching her.

"What are you doing here Peter?" she asked, trying not to sound rude. She needed him.

"Watching you," he smiled at her. It hurt for him to know she didn't want him. That she wanted somebody else. He loved her, and he'd though she still loved him.

"Peter…"

"Shh," he said, heading out into the hallway. "I know. But I wanted to see you."

She hurt for him, after all the hurt he'd put her through, it surprised her he could still get to her. She felt bad.

"Peter…"

He reached down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I know. We have to get personal and professional separate. I can't exactly be kissing the woman who's currently working against my office."

"No you can't," she sighed. Why was she letting herself be moved by him? She straightened her back and looked into his eyes. "No you can't Peter. I have to go, I've got a case to win."