I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Thanks again to everyone who comments and follows my fic. It really makes me want to post as soon as I can. Sorry I can't post as often as I would like. I am currently also writing two short films and a feature script for my creative project class at university so I am swamped with writing. This chapter was decidedly harder than I originally thought it would be. I hope you enjoy it.

Will heaved a huge sigh of relief after watching Alicia's press conference, he was sure somewhere Eli and Peter were spitting bullets but he didn't care, in fact it made him chuckle just a bit at the image. The firm would be okay, they could get past this now. The look of shock on Diane's face annoyed him. He didn't understand how she could have thought that Alicia would ever be so vindictive and drop the firm in the shit so to speak. He's even more annoyed with himself that he thought for a second that it was even distinctly possible that Alicia would use that press conference to try and ruin the firm. He hates himself in that moment, after her beautiful speech, when he was so relieved. How could he of ever doubted her? Even after all he had done she was still just so, Alicia. His Alicia. Always his Alicia. But not really his, never really his. Getting up out of his seat he leaves the office. It's still early afternoon but he needs a drink. A strong one.

Alicia pretended to listen as Eli and Peter talked over and at her continuously.

'Did she not know how much this could have helped Peters campaign?'

'Did she not want Peter to win?'

'What do you mean you're going to start your own firm?'

'How?'

'Why?'

On and on they went asking questions and not waiting for an answer from her. Until they walk over to side of the room away and start strategising their next moves for the campaign leaving her sitting on the couch. Eli shooting her dirty looks and Peter glaring at her every so often. She sighs and picks up her bag and coat and walks out the door without saying anything. She reaches the elevator when Peter comes storming out towards her.

'Where are you going?'

Theres a long pause, Peter glares at his wife while Alicia simply looks bored, the elevator door opens, she gets in and looks at Peter.

'Home.'

The doors close and Alicia steps back to the wall of the elevator and sighs. She runs her hand over her face and through her hair and smiles, then laughs. Typical Peter always thinking of himself and his damn campaign.

Walking through the streets of Chicago yet again, this time with purpose, head held high a smile gracing her face. Knowing she wants to start her own firm, a thought occurs to her. Something a bit crazy and a bit mad. But there was nothing left for her to lose now. And it could be a whole new adventure to embrace.

Being a lawyer was something Alicia loved, the adrenaline of new evidence that may give her a win. Arguing their side and seeing the jury is on her side, winning a case. She loves it, and it's a part of her. When she gave it up for Peter and for the children. She missed it. She missed it more than she thought possible. Alicia remembers when Peter would come home late from woking a case and he would go over the files with her. He would ask for her help and they would go over all the evidence and she would help him make his case that more better. Help get a win. She was so happy then, when she felt like Peter needed her for more than making his dinner and washing his clothes. Once he came home from a whole day in court, exhausted feeling like there was no way he could win his case. Alicia looked over the files for him, finding information he had overlooked.

When he won that case at the states attorneys office he was offered his promotion to deputy. He was so happy and she was so happy for him. Remembers him coming home with a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Kissed her so hard against their front door, she had to remind him they had children through the next room. That night was some of the best sex she had ever had with Peter. He was insatiable all night, could hardly wait to be inside her. When the children had been tucked in and each told a bedtime story, Alicia walked down the stairs towards the living room where she thought Peter still was waiting. At the bottom step he grabbed Alicia and pushed her to the floor of the bottom step, pushing up her loose fitting skirt and settling in behind her. Gasping out at the suddenness of his movements trying to remember the last time he was so rough with her.

Definitely before their children were born thats for sure. Grabbing hard onto her shoulders laying Alicia face down on the carpets stairs, head to the side so she could still see her husband as he rubbed his penis up and down her core. Waiting for when she would be ready enough for him to enter. It didn't take long, she was wet the second he had pushed her to the floor. Peter slammed into her, pulling her hair back in a tight fist, his other hand clenched around the top of her shoulder digging into her collarbone. His pace was relentless, and she tried so hard to keep quiet for the sake of the kids, but moans and gasps soon filled the stairway. Peter suddenly speed up, if that was even possible, and attacked Alicia's clit with his fingers. Both came within seconds of the other and collapsed onto the stairs. Alicia laughed and hid her face on Peters chest. He squeezed her on top of him tightly and absently stroked up and down her back. He kissed the top of her head then and told her that he loved her. Eventually they moved up the stairs. And continued to make love well into the night. It wasn't until the next morning that Alicia realised Peter had never once thanked her for her help on the case that got him the promotion.

Alicia shrugged off the memory as she walked down the Chicago streets. It was sad to think that back then, in her happy memories of her marriage there was still elements of Peters selfishness. Clues to the way her marriage would end up.

Walking into a building she had been in before, she took a deep breath and steadied herself and made her way up in the elevator. She didn't even have an appointment but she doubted the person she was there to see would mind her visit. At least she hoped not. Walking past the busy secretary Alicia opened the door to an office. An incredibly messy office with files and rubbish strewn everywhere and a spaced out red head tapping the side of her laptop and muttering.

'Why won't you turn on!'

The woman then looks up at Alicia in her doorway trying to navigate the way across the mess. Getting up and walking straight over all the mess on the floor, arms spread out ready for a hug.

'Alicia. Hey.'

'Elsbeth. How are you?'

Thanks for reading folks. Comments always appreciated. I'm still not sure on the Peter memory but I felt like Alicia would have good memories of their marriage and I wanted to write one. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope to have the next chapter up soon for you all.