Alicia walked inside, Will following close behind. The door closed and she looked around the apartment.

It was huge, much bigger than her own (or it seemed that way), with its' brick walls and large picture window. A well-tended plant sat in one corner. And in the center of the room was a plush L-shaped sofa in a shade of pale white, surrounded by a matching loveseat and two plush chairs. To the left was the kitchen which was smaller than she remembered, and to the right of that, bookshelves hung from the ceiling above a built-in desk. Next to the window was a beautiful black piano and in the center of the floor, a telescope.

Impressive.

"Thanks." He replied, alerting her to the fact that she had spoken out loud.

She turned to find him grinning at her. "What?"

"You've been here before, you know. Many times in fact." He pointed out.

"I know, but it's been a long time."

"Too long." He added. He crossed the room to the open kitchen. "Drink? I don't have any wine, but-."

"Okay, sure. Anything's fine."

"Beer?"

"Sure."

He removed two cans of beers from the fridge and smiled at her. She looked longingly at the sofa and hesitated only a moment when he said "Make yourself at home."

"Thanks." She replied, lowering herself onto the plush couch as he handed her the can of beer. "This is nice, Will."

"You said that already." He grinned, as he popped the top of his own can and took a swig. And then he sat it next to hers on the coffee table.

"I know, but it is. And I already said this too, but thanks."

"No problem."

There was a momentary silence and then he gestured to the sofa. "May I?"

His question made her laugh. "Of course. It's your house." But then she immediately felt guilty for her sarcastic and somewhat bitchy comment. However, he only grinned.

"So it is."

She felt the sofa cushion shift as he sat down beside her and took off his shoes. It was then that she noticed he'd taken off his tie and jacket as well.

They drank their beers in comfortable silence until he finally spoke again.

"This is nice, isn't it? Sitting here, just the two of us like this?"

"It is." She replied. She rose to her feet and went to the window, staring out at the city. "It's beautiful."

"What, you mean us, or the view?"

Stunned by his words, she spun to face him. "What? I-."

He held up his hands, as though surrendering. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I-."

"It's okay, I-."

She stared into his eyes. He was so handsome; oh, so handsome and she could have had him years ago. But instead-.

Her chest felt heavy and a lump formed in her throat. And the tears that she'd tried so hard to hold in began to fall.

"Alicia-."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what?"

"I shouldn't be here with you, now! I should be home with my kids."

"All right, I can take you home. I'll take you wherever you want. Just name the place."

His soft words made her cry harder. "But I don't want to go home! I can't! I need to, but I can't."

His hands were on her shoulders. "Hey, it's all right. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

" I need to go home, but I can't." She said again. "I-It's too hard."

"What is?"

"The memories; the reality! I can't walk into my own home without thinking about Kalinda and the fact that her and Peter… Oh God…"

He left her only for a moment before returning with a box of tissues. "Here."

"Thanks." she said, taking a tissue from the box.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I-I don't know. I-I guess I have to go home. I don't have a choice."

"But you do."

"What do you mean?"

"You can stay here, with me."

"No, I can't. I-."

"Why not?"

"Because… it wouldn't be right."

"What is right, Alicia? Sending you home in such a state of distress, which will only cause you to be more upset?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything anymore, Will! I-."

"What can I do for you? Just tell me. Anything at all and I'll do it."

She brushed the relentless tears from her cheeks and stared at him. "Will you… Just hold me?"