A/N: OK, this is a short chapter I started to write before I went away. I had this idea earlier so decided to see where it went.

Chicago, April 2014.

Never Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley)

Diane sat at her desk and sighed. She took off her glasses and put her head in her hands. Kalinda sat quietly opposite her, waiting for her boss, her friend, to speak.

Diane moved her hands away and laid them crossed on the table in front of her, before saying calmly, "I need you to do something for me."

"OK," Kalinda replied cautiously. She wondered what Diane wanted. The last time Diane asked her to do something, she wanted her to go to Will's apartment to bring back a box of his things that his sisters had boxed up from his office.

It was strange being in his apartment without him, knowing he would never return. She had walked room to room and thought that even after his funeral and the influx of his sisters' brief visit, very little had been touched. She guessed it would remain that way for some time. On entering his bedroom, she sighed. It was his inner sanctum and the most personal of rooms. She straightened the comforter before smiling at a sock lying discarded on the floor. She picked it up and ran it through her fingers. Her mind flashed back to the lone brogue in the courtroom, Will's shoeless foot in the hospital and the moment she realised he was gone. She held her hand to her mouth and sobbed. Recovering, she brushed her eyes and walked over to place it instinctively in the laundry basket. Throwing it in, she noticed one of Will's shirts and pulled it out. Holding it to her face she breathed deeply, taking in the scent. She laughed as her olfactory system took in a combination of Will's cologne and Chanel No.5: Angela. Her laugh calmed as she remembered what Diane had told her had happened when the older woman had broken the news of Will's death to the doctor. She eventually collected the box and retuned to the office.

Kalinda took a photo of her and Will from the box and kept it in her notebook; she would always keep it close. She ran her finger down its edge as she waited for Diane to speak. Will touched a lot of people and LG would take a long time to recover.

Diane reached into her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag that contained a cell phone. Kalinda took a deep breath as she saw the term "Evidence" on the bag and realised that it was Will's phone.

"This is Will's cell," she said placing it on the desk in front of her. Kalinda looked at the phone then up at Diane, her dark lashes not succumbing to a blink.

"We need to check for LG work product," Diane said, "can you do that?"

"Yes," Kalinda nodded.

"Thank you," Diane said, "I know it is ghoulish but it has to be done."

"Do his family want the cell phone?"

Diane shook her head, "No, Sara gave it to me. They don't really want anything to do with Will's work, especially as it was because of work he died," she said sadly, "It is understandable." Diane looked down at her desk before turning away.

"When you're done, give it back to me." She added, turning her chair towards the window.

"OK," Kalinda said softly as she stood.

….

Kalinda plugged the phone into her laptop and downloaded all the data. She spent the day opening files and noting the contents for Diane. In the afternoon she met Diane in her office.

"Well," Diane said, looking up from her desk as Kalinda sat down, placing her laptop on the desk and placing Will's cell phone alongside it.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Kalinda began, "He had lots of information about the New York office, including potential clients, sites et cetera. I've saved it all to your account for you to look at."

"There is also quite a lot of sports stuff, copies of airplane tickets, various personal stuff," she explained as Diane nodded. Kalinda continued, "And he had a surprising fondness for Adele," she said tilting her head and smiling.

"Adele?" Diane queried.

"Yeaaaah," Kalinda nodded slowly, as searched for the file on the laptop and tapped play. The instrumental kicked in partway through the first bar and as the women listened to the emotional and deep vocal, alongside the almost perfect piano solo, Diane gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Kalinda looked up from the machine, her eyes querying Diane's reaction. After taking a moment to compose herself, Diane wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, shook her head and said, "It's Angela." Kalinda nodded and went to stop the track, "No, let's listen to it all," Diane interrupted.

At the end of the song, they heard Will say, "That was beautiful," followed by a gasp and an "Oh, my!" from Angela and some footsteps before the file ended.

Kalinda looked at Diane who looked so sad and lost sat behind her desk.

"Okay," Diane sighed, "well, thank you for doing that," she said looking over at Kalinda.

The younger woman nodded and gave a weak smile. She picked up her laptop and stood to leave.

…..

Kalinda didn't tell Diane about everything saved on the device. However, she wasn't sure what to do with the remaining files and photographs. Did she delete them? Certainly, some images were perhaps meant for Will's eyes only, but should she pass them on? She poured herself a glass of milk and sat in the darkened conference room flicking through the files on her laptop.

Will had saved several voicemails, photos and messages. Kalinda realised that given the dates, some had been transferred to his current device when he upgraded the handset. She sighed when she thought about the care he took to preserve such memories: memories and moments from his life that perhaps only meant something to him.

She'd known Will to take the occasional photograph, often of places or evidence that could be crucial to case, but rarely did he take pictures of people. He was one of those guys that other people often took pictures of. So, it was a little surprising to see so many pictures in his cell phone. However, she was less shocked by the subjects.

There were two images of Alicia in a beautiful scarlet dress. She was smiling and holding a glass of champagne in the Lockhart Gardner offices. The file was dated December 8th 2012. It was from the firm's holiday party. Kalinda smiled to herself as she realised that Will could get away with taking surreptitious pictures of Alicia at the party. She probably didn't know and if he took random photos all evening it would alibi him out.

There were additional, older pictures of Alicia. Kalinda suspected that he had taken them during their relationship, as they were quite intimate in nature. In a series of shots, Alicia posed on a bed wearing nothing but a lacy teddy; Kalinda mused it was probably in a hotel room. Alicia appeared playful and radiant. Kalinda noted that the smile on her face was so warm and loving; she looked happy – happier than she had ever seen her friend. She imagined Will encouraging her to act up for the camera, but by the expression on her face, she wasn't doing any acting. Being with Will had been good for Alicia.

Another image was of Alicia smiling in front of the New York skyline. During their affair, Will and Alicia had gone there for work, but had managed to take the weekend. Alicia looked so relaxed, yet Kalinda guessed she was probably anything but for the majority of the trip, given that they had gone there to meet Ashbaugh! Will had come back from that trip a different guy, at least for a while. He was happy and had a spring in his step that he didn't have when he was dating Tammy. Although she hadn't been told directly, Kalinda was aware of the relationship and, at the time, wished them well. She sighed as she recalled that it hadn't lasted very long before Alicia had broken it off. Afterwards Will had been quieter and had fallen back into old habits.

The remaining racy images were of Angela. Kalinda smiled at the woman who had shared a bed with Will, on-and-off for the past sixteen years. She had been the one person that had offered Will some stability, and to some respects, had been the only person who could calm him.

In addition, Will's saved text messages and emails gave insight into his personal life. One of the last saved conversations was between Will and Alicia, the morning after the gubernatorial election:

Will to Alicia: "I can't get that kiss out of my mind. Do you think Diane saw us? We need to talk. Will."

Alicia to Will: "Yes, we will, when things have calmed down."

Kalinda was a little taken aback at the revelation that the two lawyers had kissed so recently. She had thought that their affair was in the past. Perhaps it was a one-off. She suspected it was, as in the months before he died he and Alicia had been in a bad place and were barely civil to each other. She kept note of it for the future, in case it came up.

Another folder she found on his phone contained saved messages from Alicia. Given their dates, some messages were clearly written during their affair.

"Morning gorgeous. I had a wonderful time last night, I feel so safe in your arms that I never want to leave."

"I bought some new underwear at lunch… maybe I will show you later…"

"I keep thinking back to Georgetown, to watching you pitch and feeling the same sort of lust I feel now when you walk by my office. You make me feel 22."

"I want you. In twenty minutes. In my apartment. xxx"

"Tell Diane I am happy for you to go hard on me xxx"

Just as she didn't go through all the photographs, Kalinda didn't read all the messages, as she felt it was too intrusive. She was still uncertain of what to do with the files and folders. Maybe she should give them to Alicia and Angela so that they could decide what to do, whether to keep or destroy. She needed to think, but she also needed to clear her head. She pulled out her cell phone to call a friend. "Wanna drink?" she asked, "Sure," Cary replied.

A/N: So, this was a little piece trying to get at the affection Will had for Alicia (and Angela).