This story was inspired by a post I saw on tumblr of Will and Addison. I'd never really put them together, but I saw the great potential there so I wrote a story. The chapter's are and will continue to be short. I decided I could then upload heaps of small segments and the waiting time between uploads would hopefully be less.

However, we all know that wasn't exactly how it happened. I took a break over Christmas then could quite get back into the flow of my writing, but here it is after the long wait, sorry guys.

I hope you like it and please tell me what you think.

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Oh, and the disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

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Addison was trapped against the floor by Will's body, about a meter from the bed, his teeth clamped lightly around her hip when a phone rang from somewhere in the distance.

"Dammit," Will groaned, kissing better the red skin from where his teeth had nipped. He jumped from his position on top of her to run and get his phone. Addie watched from the ground, trapped between annoyance that he had to leave and laughter at his naked body running.

When he came back into the room he started digging for clothes. Addison got the idea and stood up too. After he'd pulled up his pants he went over and gave her a hard kiss. "I'm sorry, I have to go to work. They have an offer for us."

"After I stuffed up my testimony?"

Will smiled and kissed her again. "You didn't stuff it up. You did well."

"I didn't, but thank you."

She watched him as he dressed.

"How about I come with you?"

He looked at her surprised, but smiled none-the-less. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she smiled, beginning to actually like the idea. "I'd love to come with you."

"Okay then."

"Plus," she said, pulling on clothes and attempting to tame her hair, "we're in New York. We can go get dessert afterwards."

Alicia's chest tightened in jealousy when she saw Will step off the elevator with Addison on his arm. She, as always, looked gorgeous in that model way of her's, in a black blouse tucked into a high waisted grey skirt, that finished respectively just above her knees. Alicia hated how great she looked when she was looking professional, where she always looked at least slightly masculine. Despite her feelings, she put on a smile.

"Good evening."

"Good evening," Will smiled back, leading Addison with him.

"McGee's waiting in the conference room," Alicia told them as they walked down the hallway. "No indications on what he's going to offer."

Alicia smiled at Addie and she took it as her queue to leave. She reached up and pressed a kiss to Will's check. "I'll wait in your office."

Grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in for a proper kiss, he smiled. "You do that."

Alicia bit back the desire to tell them to get a room.

Once they'd both watched her strut away, they made their way to the conference room where McGee was sitting there waiting for them, watching them through the glass.

"Not creepy at all," Will commented, make Alicia laugh. She had a nice laugh, which she shut off before they entered the room.

"Good evening David," Will smiled, feeling only slightly smug and hoping that they could plea out. The jury liked them, yes, but they still believed that Sofia had killed him, which she had, but still. He'd even take second degree if it came with a reduced charge.

"Good evening Will," he said back, no goofy smile this time.

"What have you got for us?"

"Voluntary Manslaughter."

Will nodded, hiding the smile that was blooming inside.

When McGee didn't continue, Alicia prompted him, "Go on."

"Ten years, parole after seven."

Will looked up.

"Seven," he corrected. "Parole after five."

McGee nodded. "I'll have to make some calls."

"You make those calls than get back to us."

With that Will stood, and Alicia followed suit. They walked out of the room and didn't look back, which Alicia found incredibly hard to do. They were nearly in Will's office when McGee came out into the hallway.

"Fine. Voluntary Manslaughter. Seven years, parole after five."

Will slid an arrogant smile to Alicia before turning around.

"We'll speak to our client and get back to you."