"A lot of people know your name Frankie." Will said still confused. Sure, a lot of people knew of Frankie, most of them either spies or super shady people, point is Frankie Trowbridge is a name a lot of people know. But no one really knows her, no one except for Will. The vibe she got from Connor Mason told her he knew her for more than just her reputation and it scared her.

"He said lovely to see you again Frankie, I've never seen that man in my entire life and I definitely would know if I met Connor Mason." Frankie said emphasizing the name. Frankie moved to put Sophie in her crib and then quietly ushered Will out the door, turning off the lights as they went. They remained silent until they reached the kitchen in fear that their voices would cause Sophie to wake.

"I wouldn't read too much into it, the man was a little off." Will joked. She watched as he walked over to the drawer next to the stove he began ruffling through the take-out menus, "what do you feel like tonight? Thai, Italian, Chinese, Indian?"

"Oh Will you don't have to get me dinner, I can just pick up something on my way home." She tried to wave him off. Frankie wasn't used to seeing this side of Will, the caring domestic side. It scared her how badly she wanted to see it all the time.

"Come on it's the least I can do. You had Sophie all day and you fed her and gave her a bath!" he insisted. That was the problem, she had Sophie all day. She spent all day pretending this was real. All day living a life she's only ever dreamed of. It was an emotionally taxing day and all she wanted to do was go home, take a bath, and open a bottle of wine. And most importantly, be by herself.

"It's fine Will, I'm not even hungry." Her protests were ruined by a loud growl of her stomach.

"Well it sounds like you are." He chuckled, "so what'll it be?"

"Italian!" she mused perching herself on the bar stool, he made a slight face at her decision, "What? You told me to pick!"

"Yeah I just didn't think you'd pick Italian." He teased with a grimace picking up the phone and dialing. Frankie huffed and threw the first thing within reach at him, which happened to be an empty bottle. Will ducked just in time, the object crashed against the cabinet behind him in a loud bang, causing Sophie to start crying.

"Great, now look what you did!" he playfully scolded. She just shrugged and motioned towards Sophie's room with a flick of her wrist. As Will walked away Frankie couldn't help but steal a glance. She bit her lip as she slowly moved her eyes down his body. Her eyes trailed across his strong shoulders and down his back. A light blush crept up on her cheeks as her eyes reached his ass, which was usually covered by his jacket or a tact vest, but the way it looked in his jeans made Frankie wanna reach out and grab him… or bite him. Will must have felt her eyes on him because he looked over his shoulder and smiled when he caught her staring. Her eyes lingered a little too long and he cleared his throat to get her attention, Frankie looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He sent her a suggestive wink and she was sure her face was about as red as humanly possible. He continued walking down the hall and Frankie swears he put a little more swagger into his step. A knock on the door broke Frankie of her trance, she didn't even realize she had been zoned out for that long. She almost fell off the stool from standing up too quickly, trying to pretend she hadn't just been blatantly checking out her best friend. She laughed to herself as she grabbed the cash from Will's wallet to pay the delivery guy.

"She's asleep again… let's try to keep it that way" he appeared in the living room ten minutes later. He flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Frankie chuckled softly as she set two plates of pasta down on the coffee table before turning around to grab glasses for the bottle of wine wedged underneath her arm.

"Wow Will Chase scolding someone… who'da thought!" she joked popping the cork on the bottle of wine. Sitting down she filled her glass along with Will's, who immediately reached for it and took a long sip.

"Hey I can mean business!" he said defensively.

"Sure you can." She bantered put her hand on his thigh, exactly like the way she did the night they came close to kissing. At his sharp breath, she cautiously removed her hand before reaching for her own glass and taking a generous sip.

"So uh," he cleared his throat trying expel the awkwardness from the room, "what did you and Susan do?"

"You know the usual," Frankie said twirling her fork around the pasta, "we got coffee then walked around the mall, Sophie was a huge hit with pretty much everyone."

"Well I'd expect so, seeing as she was the cutest one there." He smirked, Frankie breathed a silent sigh of relief, their usual repertoire was back.

"I'm telling Susan you said that!" she warned with a laugh.

"So what did you get?" he asked with the excitement of a child on Christmas, almost sounding like a middle schooler at a sleepover. Frankie lightly rolled her eyes at him.

"Eh a pair of shoes, a bag, and a few things for Sophie." She said nonchalantly while finally bringing the bite she was fiddling with to her mouth. She debated telling him about the dress, she knew if she mentioned it he would want to see it and she was nervous to show it to him.

"You mean to tell me you spent all day at the mall and only bought a couple of things?" he chuckled raising an eyebrow. Frankie shrugged nonchalantly, he narrowed his eyes knowing there was more to her shopping trip but he didn't press. He stood up, clearing both their empty plates and bringing them to the sink. Frankie followed with their wine glass, but instead of them joining the plates she poured them another drink.

"I also got a dress." She offered finally.

Will's eyes lit up in approval, Frankie saw something else in them that she couldn't quite place. Well she could but it's been a few years since she's seen that look in his eye and she wouldn't dare let herself believe that it's there again.

"Wear it to work tomorrow." The words themselves were posed as a question but his husky tone made them sound like a demand.

Frankie awkwardly mumbled into her drink, "Oh no this is not a dress to wear to the office."

"How about to dinner then?"

Frankie coughed on her sip of wine before letting out a squeaky "what?" He couldn't have meant a date, there's no way. Frankie felt her pulse quicken at the thought of her and Will out on a date but she quickly put it into the box she has in the corner of her mind labeled 'do not open'. She had said the dress wasn't for the office so the logical next step is to wear it on a date, that must be what he was insinuating.

"Dinner, the thing people usually eat in the evening time."

"I know what dinner is I'm not an idiot Will." She laughed as she wiped away the wine that dribbled down her chin. "Why?"

"I wanted to thank you for being so amazing with Sophie, I appreciate it and you more than you know." The sincerity in Will's words made Frankie feel light headed, she took a few more gulps of wine.

"I would like that Will." She smiled, "Where are we going?" Frankie was getting excited. They had gone out to dinner plenty of times before, as friends and as coworkers but this was going to be an actual date. A date they were both very aware they were on.

"Oh that's a surprise, just be ready at eight." He instructed. "Oh, and wear that dress." He whispered low and breathless. Will took a step closer to her as he spoke, all but backing her against the counter. Frankie felt her breathing become difficult, of course she wanted this but she felt they owed it to themselves to have a date first before they do this. She bumbled through an incoherent 'I should get home' before quickly grabbing her bags and making her way to the door. It's the hardest thing she's ever had to do, say no to Will Chase. She was almost to the door when she heard him call out,

"Are you going out like that?" he leaned casually against the wall with a shit eating grin. It was a rare treat for him to see Frankie flustered and he was milking it for all it was worth. A light blush crept up on her cheeks as she looked down at the outfit she was still wearing.

"Oh…uh… I should just…" she stumbled, cursing herself for how pathetic she sounded. She got asked out on a date and now she's acting like a 13-year-old girl and the most popular guy in school said hi to her.

"I mean it's a good look, believe me, I just don't think the people of New York would appreciate it." His devilishly handsome grin never leaving his face only made Frankie blush harder.

"My clothes are covered in vomit I doubt the people of New York would appreciate that either." She fired back crossing her arms over her chest, finally gaining her composure.

"I probably have a pair of sweatpants you can borrow and I'll send your jacket out to get dry cleaned. I'm really sorry that happened I know it was your favorite." He smiled softly, retreating into his room. Frankie felt her face heat up at the fact that he knows which jacket is her favorite when they all looking the same, and the fact that he remembered what she was wearing despite only seeing her in it for less than five minutes. He returned a moment later handing her a pair of grey joggers.

"Um thanks" she whispered staring at the floor, knowing if she looked him in the eye she'd say 'screw it' and take him to bed right there and then, date or not. She put the pants on over the boxers, desperate to end this situation as quickly as possible. She was secretly giddy at the fact that she got to wear his clothes home, and most likely sleep in them but no one had to know that.

"I'll wash these and give them back to you tomorrow." She said gesturing to her (his?) clothes. If she was being honest with herself, she never wanted to give them back. Frankie watched as he quietly shuffled down the hall towards her. Frankie subconsciously backed up against the door, desperately looking for support, because that look in his eye was back and it made her weak in the knees. He didn't stop walking until they were about a foot away from each other.

"No rush Frankie, besides they look better on you than me anyway." He breathed as he reached past her to open the door. Frankie could feel his breath on her ear as he spoke. The door opening caused her to stagger forward into his chest. Frankie heard her heartbeat in her ears and her brain warned her to evacuate as quickly as possible before she did something she knew they would both regret in the morning. She stumbled a bit as she backed up out of the apartment, grateful for the cool air of the hallway that cleared the Will out of her senses.

"I'll um…I'll see you tomorrow." She confirmed, fumbling over her words yet again, and he nodded closing the door. As soon as the lock clicked Frankie let out the breath she'd been holding for the last twenty-five minuets. She pulled out her phone and pressed it to her ear. She released a few shaky breaths trying to calm her racing heart rate as the phone rang, "Susan, looks like I'm going to get to use that dress after all."

AN: Yay things are starting to happen for Frankie and Will!