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Chapter 4: Interpreting each other Florrick V Gardner part 2

Grace checked her phone quickly when she heard the sound of an incoming email, but as soon as she saw the sender she deleted it, with a light scowl of annoyance washing over her face. She growled lightly and put the phone back onto the table beside her.

"Is everything alright?" Will asked her, making her look up nervously at her new boss. The last thing she wanted was to tell him about the email, and who it was from, at least not yet, and preferably never if she could avoid it. So she just placed a gentle half smile on her face, one she had learned from her mother years ago and later on trained herself to perfect too, with all the political events and podiums and campaigns she had been a semi key-factor in for her dad. One she now hated more than anything, and she now understood why her mother had felt the way she did years ago. Nevertheless was it useful when you didn't want to let your true emotions to be seen. Which was why she was so surprised when Will didn't seem to accept the smile but still raised an eyebrow at her, so with a sigh she gave a little white lie hoping it would help her out instead.

"Yes, fine, just some friends from law school I don't want to deal with right now." The look on Will's face showed that he didn't completely believe her, but she gave him her best pleading eyes, those that usually helped her with others, and he nodded accepting it. Thing to remember: Will is not immune to those eyes. She made as a quick mental note.

She smiled at him and looked around to check the clock on his wall. She let out a soft gasp when as she saw the time. It was already 6:00 p.m. She had no idea it was that late. The day had been far more busy than she could ever have expected, but she liked it. When she decided to come here and try to get to working for him she hadn't exactly expected it to be slow, but she had for sure not expected her first day to be as dramatic as it had been. Their client, who they now knew was only 17 years old, had been transported to the States as a child bride, sold to Mr. Tanner who had abused her physically, mentally and sexually, until last night where she snapped and shot him with his riffle. She had come to them and they were now her lawyers as she stood to facing trial for murder. Grace had felt terrible while she heard the story, and even worse when the young girl was arrested, facing a trial. Her and Will had been working hard on it, all day long, with Hannah giving them everything she could dig up to help them.

"It is getting late I should get home... and you look like you could use some rest too..." Will told her, with a sigh and she nodded softly. Rest? That was something she hadn't thought about, not at all to be fair. She had no idea where she would go for the night. When she came to the town a couple of days ago she had thought she could get a hotel room, or even a bed and breakfast, but wherever she asked, the answer was always the same: sold out, even if she could see it wasn't the case, even if she tried pointing it out, there was nothing to be done. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that Will was well known, well liked and very respected in town and no Florrick, old or young was welcome here. After all it was the family that had hurt him. She kind of wished she had ever experienced solidarity like that or that she would someday. In the end she had stayed a few towns away; the closest ones seemed to feel the same too, so she had gone even further away the days up to yesterday. Because the fact was that she had come here almost a week ago but only yesterday braved herself enough up to go see him. Her agents had taken her from the other town to this one yesterday, and again early this morning. But this morning she also took another decision; if she was to stay here and work, she wanted a normal life and that meant no 6,6' high SS agents surrounding her. So she had sent them away. They hadn't liked it much, but she had her ways by now, and in the end they had left her, against their will and the President's orders of never leaving her side, but they had. So now here she was in Charlotte, Tennessee, with no idea where to go for the night. She had her luggage with her, and she guessed if everything failed she could find a way to use some kind of transportation or maybe even rent a car so she could drive to that other town. It would probably be what it ended up with.

"I am about to leave. Grace, your suitcase is still where we put it earlier." Hannah came into the office, already dressed to leave. She gave Grace a gentle smile. One Grace returned. She was pretty sure Hannah could maybe be an ally, at least a person that didn't completely hate her, and she guessed she could use one of those at the moment. More than one would expect the first daughter of the United States to.

"Thank you, and have a good night." She smiled at Hannah, while she could feel Will's gaze on her, like he almost had x-ray eyes. Maybe it was a lawyer thing to have, after all she had more than once felt her mother and father having just that too in the past. Maybe if she was lucky enough she would learn or be gifted with it too someday. Will said goodnight to Hannah too and looked back at Grace. Grace met his gaze, head on, after all she had learned long ago it was the best way to face things.

"Your luggage? I assumed you had a room in town... Grace... Miss Florrick..." He quickly corrected himself, catching that he had slipped up for the first time that day and called her Grace instead. She knew because she had been listening every time, he used her last name instead. She knew why he did it, it was psych 101 to figure that one out, and she respected him for it. However, right there he looked a bit worried and at the same time she felt a bit like she was being scowled for having done something wrong, with the way he looked at her. She studied his expression a bit more, it wasn't hard to figure out why her mother had loved him. He was not bad looking - far from actually - and he seemed caring even when he didn't want to be, like right now, and that made her admire him a bit. There were a few people out there having a mind and heart like that. And she liked that about him, and hoped if she kept working with him and learning from him, she might be lucky enough to adapt a little of it in time.

"I tried to get one... but no one would allow me..." She admitted looking down like she once had when she was a child and her parents reprimanded her after having been naughty. Was this the way Will would have looked at his child? She wondered briefly, she could imagine that, and it made her feel very odd and uneasy.

"No one would let you get a room?" He asked her confused and she nodded slowly and looked up at him before adding.

"They are very loyal to you." She smiled at the thought, because she was honestly impressed with the town's loyalty to him. Of course people were loyal to the President and all but this loyalty of the town was not based on political motives or the desire to suck up, this was based on respect and love, and that was something Grace was not used to in the world she had been stuck in.

"They wouldn't give you a room? Where did you stay last night?" He asked confused.

"I stayed in another town about 9 miles away... my agents took me back there and in here again this morning," she admitted, and looked him in the eyes, seeing surprise and impression color his gaze. The impression surprised her a bit, why in the world would he be impressed over that? She couldn't make that out.

"Okay, will they take you back tonight?" he asked, and she could hear that he was not actually showing her the caring side he had, probably one of those sides too that had made her mother love him.

"No, they won't. I decided to send them away..." She took in how his mouth dropped open in surprise for a few seconds, before he nodded.

"I see..." He whispered, and he looked like he considered something, but then decided to drop it again.

"Don't worry I will take the bus if necessary back to there, and I will be back here again tomorrow morning at eight. I can handle it. Don't worry," she told him, he had already done more than enough by accepting to have her work for him, she didn't want to burden him even more or make him feel guilty for her housing issue. Will nodded slowly and got up from his chair and started to pack up. Grace followed as she realized his actions meant it was time to leave.

She was putting Mrs. Tanner's case file into her bag when she heard Will sigh.

"It is already evening and the bus only goes every other hour, if it even goes anymore today.. you can stay with me in my house for the night... I prefer not being accused of being a liability in the death of the first daughter," he told her with a deep sigh. Grace felt her eyes widen in surprise and shock. Of all she had expected, this was for sure not a part of it. But she couldn't accept it, he was already being more kind to her than her family deserved.

"Don't protest. I have a guest room, you can stay in for the night. You did surprisingly well today with Mrs. Tanner. Tomorrow we can try to find you a more permanent place to stay for the time being. But now I really need to get home, I should have been there for an hour ago already." He told her, his voice left her in no doubt that he meant it. She nodded softly with a little smile, though she was still doubting if she could allow herself to accept his generosity, however it seemed she was going to, as they walked out into the reception area and he resolutely took hold of her luggage. His eyes went wide when he realized how heavy it was.

"What in the world did you pack in this? Stones or something?" he asked her surprised.

And she blushed a little. If only he knew what in reality she had packed in it, and why it was so big and heavy... But again, that was among those things - like the email - that she couldn't tell the truth about. So she just smiled and joked with him that it was something like that. She wanted to take it herself but he wouldn't let her. His comment was once more that he wanted to hurry home, they were already late, and Grace wondered what they were late for as she followed him to his car.

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Also any guesses to who it is that Grace might be avoiding? and what is really up with her?

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