Here's the last little bit. Read and enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.
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Will and Kalinda stopped running when they reached an alleyway, Kalinda pulled him inside. Unstrapping a gun holstered to her hip, she handed it to him. Will decided against any comments on how she managed to hide it.
"You have a decision to make Will. You either run or face up to it."
He pondered that, then asked for her phone. If he ran, he'd be forever on the run, and he'd never see Alicia again, or Addison for that matter. If he stayed, he could prove his innocence, he had nothing to hide, and maybe Alicia would get a little closure. When Kalinda gave him a questioning look, he explained. "They'll be tracking mine"
"Don't you think they'll track mine next?"
"I'm presuming your's can't be tracked." He took her silence as an affirmative, and took the phone from her, dialing Addison's number.
"Hello."
He could hear the smile in her voice.
"Addison, it's Will. They're coming for me."
"Oh my God," she said, the smile was gone, her voice now shaky. In the living room she placed her hand on the back of the couch to steady herself. "You have to run Will. They can't throw you in jail. You can come to LA."
"I can't do that to you. And try not to worry about me, I'll be fine, it's not good for the baby." He pretended not to see the look Kalinda shot him.
"Can you get to Seattle? I'll call Mark."
"No, Addie. I'm not running. I have to face this. But I called to let you know. I should have never let you get involved in this."
"Oh Will," she sighed, "you couldn't have stopped me if you'd tried. I'll be fine. You worry about yourself. I love you."
"I love you too," he murmured, then handed Kalinda back her phone.
She didn't ask any questions, other than one, "What do you want to do?"
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"One divorce paper," David said with a smile as he walked into the hallway of hostility. All eyes flicked to him but the attention was swiftly grabbed away when Will walked through the doors.
Nobody said a word.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Peter asked one of the police officers standing by.
Alicia stepped forward, between her two men. Her heart was hammering. She couldn't think. All she knew was that she couldn't let Will get arrested because of her. She loved him, oh how she loved him. How had she never known before? The feelings seemed to be overflowing from her. But when she looked at Peter, looked past the anger and saw the hurt, she saw the man she'd fell in love with all those years before, the father of her children, the man she still loved.
A tear slid down her cheek and she didn't bother to wipe it away, she didn't bother to hide what she was feeling. When she spoke, her voice was little more than a whisper, coarse and miserable. "One more chance Peter."
He looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time he had since she'd started screaming at him. He saw that she was hurting just as much as he was, he saw the heartbreak she was going through, he wondered if it was over him or Will. But he knew. He could see love in her eyes, behind the tears, he could see it. He felt his heart break when he spoke the words. "It's not my call Alicia."
She nodded. Just nodded. Another warm tear slid down her cheek. She gestured with her hand for David to pass her a pen, then leaned the paper up against the wall to sign it.
Will stood their with his hands now handcuffed behind his back. He looked from Alicia, to Peter, and back again. Was there really still love there? He was about to drop his head when he saw what exactly it was Alicia was holding against the wall.
"Alicia," he murmured in shock, half question, half concern. Her gaze flicked right around to him and he saw too the mixture of love and pain in her eyes. He couldn't do it. He couldn't see her like that. "Alicia. Don't. Don't leave him because of me." He turned his eyes upon Peter then, threat and rage evident. "When you leave him, it should be because of all the pain he's caused you, all the sleepless nights, all the days where you just couldn't bear the idea of getting out of bed to face the world."
Another tear slid down her cheek as Alicia stared lovingly at Will, then back at the papers she held in her hand. What was she doing? There she was, all eyes on her, in the middle of the two men she loved, and she had no idea. She had no idea who she wanted to be with. She had no idea what she was going to tell her children. She had no idea how she was going to sort this mess out. In the past, she'd been able to smooth over anything Peter had done to his children, had loved them and cared for them, but now, she had no idea how she could tell them what she was about to do. How was that fair when they were so deeply involved in this?
"I… I…?" she murmured. All eyes were on her.
She moved to David and gave him his pen and paper back, giving him a sad smile, then headed straight out the doors without meeting any of the judging eyes. She was already embarrassed; she didn't need to see the judgment. Only worse to that thought was that their eyes would be not judging, but compassionate.
Kalinda ran into her as she was headed out the door. She let her eyes scan around the room, considering the situation. She sent a soft, sympathetic smile, then settled her eyes on Peter, they narrowed before she turned around to chaise after her friend. "Alicia!"
Only did Alicia stop when she was out in the cold evening air. She felt like such a fool. How had she let that happen? She leant up against the building and let the tears flow once again.
Kalinda found her there moments later when she stepped out onto the street.
"Alicia," she murmured, moving towards her cautiously, wanting to sooth, not further annoy. But Alicia didn't push her away, as she'd expected, but pulled her close, in desperate need for the comfort. Kalinda pulled her head to her breast and rocked, maternal instincts cutting in when she hadn't thought they were something she would ever process. Alicia's nails cut into her arms as she struggled to get closer. She didn't even care that she was on the side of the street. "Shh…" Kalinda consoled, patting Alicia's dark hair. "Shh…"
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And that's it. It seems much shorter than I'd anticipated,
maybe I shoudn't've bothered to split it into two, but oh wells. :)
I hopes you enjoyed it.
I don't know what's going to happen with it now,
I wanted to write another one, but I can't think what to write,
so here's the first little bit of what I was going to turn into another story.
I'll leave you with a cliffhanger.
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Alicia sat at the desk in her home office and tried vainly to concentrate on the papers in front of her. It was late. A day had passed since she'd run from her problems and so far, they'd stayed away. She knew it wouldn't last long.
Diane had offered to put somebody else on the case. She'd been polite. She was always polite. She hadn't asked any questions. Had only been polite. Alicia wasn't quite sure if she appreciated it. She hated the idea of being coddled, especially at work. The one place she'd felt she was starting to become truly strong again, where people thought something of her other than that she was the 'good wife'. In hindsight, sleeping with her boss probably wasn't the best way to ensure her professional life would stay professional.
She leant back in her chair, warm and leather, to study the blank white ceiling. She loved him. She loved Will. God, how had that happened?
Case, she reminded herself, swinging back to lean forward over the paper-strewn desk. She read the same words over and over, but they didn't go in. Maybe she should've taken Diane up on her offer to be replaced. Their was no way she was going to be able to give this her absolute, undivided attention. She'd nearly divorced her husband. She loved her boss. Alicia wished God could've granted her a simple life. What had she done to deserve this?
She let out a small laugh at the question.
Her eyes were trying once more to focus on the words in front of her, she really did owe the man some of her attention, when Zach called from the hallway. Hell, she hadn't even managed to tell her kids. How was she meant to do that? Kids, I, your mother, am a whore that slept with her boss, I'm just as bad as your father. Probably not the best way to tackle it.
"What Zach?"
"There's a man here to see you," he said, not yelling this time, managing to get to the office door. He smiled sympathetically at her before moving to let the man in.
At the sight of Cary in her doorway, Alicia felt her spine straighten, vertebra by vertebra, and her chin rise. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was strict and no-nonsense. "What do you want Cary?"
He started to speak, to apologize, but her look told him not to bother. Instead, he just nodded. The look of compassion he gave her had her stiffening even more as the desire to put down her defenses rushed through her. He really wasn't that bad a guy. If they'd met under different circumstances, they might've been friends.
Actually, no, Alicia thought to herself, they'd've never become friends.
He didn't say anything, but he stepped towards her a placed something on the desk. Alicia eyed it suspiciously. What was it, a thumb drive? She looked back up at Cary with the same questioning glance.
"Just, take a listen to what's on there," he told her. Then with a brief smile, he was gone.
Alicia's eyes focused back on the small, black drive sitting atop her papers and wondered.
