A/N: Well, here's another one. Sorry it took so long to update, but you know with the holidays and all it gets busy. I'll try to update again soon :) And please don't forget to review :) THANKS!!!

After she had gotten out of the longest shower of her life, using up all the hot water, Rachael had descended down stairs for a snack and a movie to take her mind off of….well off of everything in general. Life really was not her best friend right now and she just wanted to forget why she came home. She took her cell with her, but decided to keep it off. Those who really needed to reach her could call the home phone because they had the same number since...well since for as long as she could remember. And a bonus was Jeff did not know her house phone number.

Knocked Up was a movie she hadn't seen yet so she had decided to watch that. She was so into the movie that she jumped when she heard the house phone ring. Rachael paused the movie and got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Uh, hello? Is anyone there?" She asked in a slightly shaky voice.

Now heavy breathing.

"Who the f—"

Click.

Rachael put the phone back on the receiver and stared blankly at it. Who the hell was that? Maybe a wrong number? Yeah, maybe that was it. It had to be because she was home alone and she would not accept any other explanation right now.

She went back over to the couch and played the movie, except now she was not into it like before. To take her mind off of the mystery call, she decided to turn on her phone so she could call one of her friends. As soon as the screen showed up it presented her with the symbol for a voicemail. Only one guess who that could be from. She rolled her eyes and called her voicemail number.

"Please enter your password, then press pound." The electronic voice said. Rachael pressed the keys for her password and held the phone to her ear to hear the message.

"You have one new voice message. First voice message:"

"Hey, it's Jeff. Look what you saw was not what you think. If you just let me explain to you what happened I know…well I really don't know what would happen, but I do know that I really care for you Rach. That's not some line for you to forgive me or anything it's just the truth. I really care for you. And living with myself now, knowing that I hurt you, is killing me. There is nothing I can do to take back what happened, but I swear I will do everything and anything to try to make it alright. I don't really know what yet, but I will figure it out. I have to. Because you are the best thing to happen to my life, Rachael Elizabeth Orton, and as much as a jack ass as you probably think I am right now I know that you felt something too. Please call me. Please. I really…well just please call."

"End of new messages."

Rachael sat on her couch in the dark with the soft glow of the TV highlighting her features to cast a shadow on the wall and stared at her cell phone.

'I will not cry over a guy. I will not cry over a guy…"

"Oh who the hell am I kidding!?" She said aloud to herself as her tears began to roll slowly down her cheeks.

Everything just totally fucking sucked right now. As much as Rachael hated to admit it, she knew Jeff was right. Yeah she thought he was a jack ass, but that didn't change the fact that she cared about him, too. He was sweet to her and just…just perfect. But no man is ever perfect! Ever! They all fucking cheat at least once in their lives! That's what makes them all fucking dogs! But that message…his voice was so…so full of real, raw emotion. Whatever. She couldn't give in. He kissed another woman and that was that. And it just so happened to be the very woman her brother was in love with. The world was way too fucking small right now, but instead of dwelling on that, Rachael wiped the fresh tears away and decided to call him back. She dialed his cell and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" The familiar woman's voice said.

"Ah wrong number, sorry." Rachael said, thinking that maybe she called the wrong number, but knew in her heart that what was happening was really happening.

"Rachael? You have the right number, but he just went to the bathroom. I wanted to apologize to you about what happen—"

Click.

Rachael hung the phone up and sank back against the comfort of her couch. Well, what a perfect way to end the day, wasn't it? She stared at the TV and before she knew it she had fallen fast asleep, ignoring the call that came as soon as she hung the phone up.

"What happened?" Taby asked Becca when she noticed the guilty look that suddenly appeared on her best friends face.

They had paused the movie quickly because Jeff needed to use the bathroom. And just as luck would have it Rachael called his phone. Before Becca even looked at the caller ID she answered thinking it was no one in particular, but what would ya know? Rachael had decided to return his call. And now she wasn't sure if Rachael would even give him half a chance now after what had just happened.

"I just totally ruined Jeff's life! Ugh! How could I be so stupid!?"

"What are you talking about?" Taby asked confused.

"You know how Jeff was seeing Randy's sister?"

"No, but now I do. So go on."

"Well, you know how Jeff thought that he loved me or whatever?"

"Yeah…and?"

"And you know how I was all down and stuff yesterday cuz of…well you know who."

"Yeah…continue."

"And remember when I left earlier?"

"Becca would you just tell me what happened already!"

"I'm getting there…"

"Well hurry it up before Jeff comes back."

"When I left I'll give you one guess where I went."

"Jeff's?"

"I'll give you one guess what happened and one guess who happened to walk in at that exact moment…"

"OH MY GOD! You and Jeff? And Rachael walked in? Please tell me you did not sleep with him!" Taby hissed.

"No! Oh God no. Nothing like that. We only kissed, but Rachael walked in and saw us."

"Only? As if kissing is nothing? Need I remind you that you put this poor girl in the same freaking position you're in right now?"

"Huh?"

"Walking in to find the person you care about is kissing someone else. So it's definitely not only kissing."

Becca put her head in her hands. "Oh God! You're right! I'm a fucking hypocrite."

"Becca, why did you kiss him?"

"He kissed me."

"It takes two to tango, Hun. And for Rachael to be this mad the kiss must have lasted longer than just a one-sided kiss…you kissed back."

"I…I mean I didn't…oh fuck! I did."

"Why?"

"I was emotionally drained! I needed the comfort and Jeff happened to be there and well…when he kissed me I held on to that comfort. I wasn't thinking."

"No shit."

"What now? How the hell do I fix this mess? How do I tell him that she finally called and I answered his phone?"

"You can't fix it. What's done is done. But you need to tell Jeff."

"Tell him what?" Becca asked, but soon realized the 'what' she needed to tell him. "Oh Taby, come on. I can't! It would break his heart."

"You need to tell him!"

"Tell me what?" Jeff asked as he came out of the bathroom.

Becca and Taby looked at him and then to each other then back at him. Man, how the hell was she going to do this?

"Ah…" Becca started and looked to Taby for help.

"Just tell him." She said.

"Tell me what?" He asked when he sat down next to them.

Becca stared into the eyes of one of her best friends and her heart was immediately breaking at the news she had to give him. God, life was just one big fucking mess all the time for her and, now, she was dragging her friends along with her.

"I'll ah…I'll just leave you guys alone. I'll be in the bathroom making a call if anyone needs me." Taby said quickly and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jeff watched as she walked away and when the door shut, he turned his attention back to Becca which made her squirm in her seat.

"Jeff…I really don't know how to tell you this…but you have to know."

"Becca? What's wrong? You're starting to scare me. Is everything ok?"

"Not really." She said and let the first tear fall down her cheek.

Jeff placed his warm hands on her face and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Becca, you know you can tell me anything. What is it?"

Becca stood up and began to pace the room. "She called and I answered on an accident! I'm so sorry, Jeff! I don't know what the hell I was thinking…or not thinking. I'm just really sorry. I wish I could take back time and not do half the stupid shit I always do to hurt people…"

"You never hurt anyone. They hurt you, remember? Randy and Alex…"

"Not them. Who cares about them? I'm talking about Taby and…you."

"Taby? Me? What did you ever do to hurt us?" Jeff asked confused. He attempted to walk closer to Becca, but she held her hand up to stop him.

"No. Stay right where you are."

He planted his feet right where he was standing and looked at Becca inquiringly. "How did you hurt us?"

"I…I let that fucking bastard get to her…I did! It's my fault she had to watch!"

"Becca, calm down. It's really not your—"

"And then I answered your phone when she called. I didn't mean to and I don't know why I did. But when it rang I picked it up and she knew it was me. I'm so sorry Jeff." Becca whispered softly and hung her head to hide the fact that she was now openly crying.

There was silence for a moment and Becca knew Jeff realized what she was talking about. She was too afraid to look at him though so she kept her head down.

"When?" He asked softly.

"When you were in the bathroom…"

"Why would you…never mind. I need to go." Jeff said numbly.

Becca finally chanced it and looked up. Jeff was at the door and Becca went after him.

"I'm really so sor—"

"Sorry's not going to fix this Becca, so save it." He said coldly and slammed the door on his way out.

"Hey baby, you gonna introduce me to your friend?" Sam asked flirtatiously as she ran her hands over his shoulders.

"Baby?" Hunter repeated amused and stared at Randy. "Since when are you someone's 'baby'"?

Randy shoved her hands off of him. "I'm not! She just doesn't get the hint." He said coldly and continued. "What the fuck are you doing here anyways?"

"I missed you is all." She replied in mock-innocence and once again attempted to wrap her arms around him, but got no where because he shoved her off again.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"Aw, now my feelings are hurt baby. What'd ya say we head back to your room and you can apologize." She smirked, batting her lashes.

"I may be drunk, but I'm not stupid. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Too bad you aren't as easy as your friend."

"Easy who the hell you callin' easy?" Hunter asked offended. "I don't even know you."

"Not you. Randy's other friend. You know the one who's getting real lucky right now thanks to a certain blond…ring any bells?"

Randy cursed. "I knew I'd seen that whore from somewhere. The chick John left with was Lexi, that slut you call a best friend."

"Watch you mouth, baby, or I might just have to punish you later."

"You've planned this shit all out haven't you? Lexi hooking up with John…You thinking you can get back with me by getting rid of Becca…"

"Actually the second part I had down from the beginning. The first was a last minute addition to keep Lexi busy while I worked…but it worked out perfectly seeing as how that bitch you were with is best friend's with John's little girlfriend…killing two birds with one stone. Damn I'm a freakin' genius."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, baby. Now just make this simple for me and let's go back to your room."

"You need to fucking leave. Go find some other dick to suck on to…I mean up to." Randy said callously.

"Ooo, nice play on words baby. But you know that we were meant to be together. People have been telling us that since we were little."

"Sam, if you would pull your fucking head out of your ass, you would realize that things change. Stop living in the fucking past and accept the fact that there hasn't been an 'us' for years."

"Yes there has. The sooner you realize that the easier this will all be."

Randy sighed. "Jesus Christ, Sam. Stop being so fucking annoying and leave! I'm tired of you ruining my life!"

Sam seemed to stare at him for a while and Randy thought he saw a glimmer of real hurt in her eyes, but he figured it was just the lighting and the alcohol affecting his brain…there was no way Sam Fisher ever felt remorse for her actions or sadness when a man told her to beat it…Randy's been saying it for years and she still didn't get it. She wasn't always like that, but as he said before…things change and that includes people.

She rolled her eyes at him and stormed out of the club. Randy breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally!"

"Man, that's one fucked up bitch. How the hell did you meet her…and more importantly how the hell did you get through fucking her with out blowing your lid off…no pun intended." Hunter said after she left.

"I have no damn clue. I'm just glad she's gone now. I should have known she would do some shit like this! I just don't know what to do about John now. He's already long past cheated on Taby, I'm sure."

Hunter opened his mouth to suggest something, but was cut off by John's phone ringing. "Who the hell is that?" He asked Randy.

"Oh fuck! It's Taby! What should I do?" He asked frantically.

"Nothing! Let it go to voicemail." Hunter answered back. "Just calm down, ok?"

"How?! This mess is all my fault and I can't fix it."

"Well, maybe there's hope." Hunter said, his eyes saying he had some kind of idea.

"You have an idea don't you?" Randy asked half relieved.

"Kinda. Maybe you can go to John's real early and have him get rid of the evidence before Taby finds out for herself…"

"Yeah! That could work. Thanks, man. Imma go now so I can get to him early tomorrow." Randy said and got up to leave.

"Yeah I should get going too. Steph is at the hotel with Aurora alone. She said she'd be fine alone, but I promised I wouldn't be back too late."

"Great let's go then."

The two friends walked out the door to wait for a cab. They figured the others wouldn't want to leave now so they didn't bother suggesting it. As they stepped into the first available cab they were unaware of the fact that an important voicemail was left on John's phone.

Jake lay back on his bed and relaxed his mind. After hearing the sound of Rachael's voice he knew that his decision to go see her tomorrow was a good thing. The fear in her voice was clear as day letting him know that she was indeed alone at her house. But he wouldn't scare her… no he would just get re-acquainted...after all that's all he wanted to do. Was just see her again. It was something he had been longing to do for quite some time.

"Fucking bastard!" Sam screamed into her pillow.

After leaving the club she had come straight back to her room. She thought for sure she had him this time…that this time he would wake up and realize that they were meant to be together. She loved him so much and she always had. No matter how many times he had cheated on her, she knew that at the end of the day he was all hers and that's what made it all ok. But he really was a changed person. He really did love that bitch!

Sam tore off her clothes and threw a night shirt on. Sleep was what she needed right now and she just couldn't wait to leave tomorrow. As soon as the sun rose she would grab Lexi and head to the airport early to catch their flight back home. Or better yet…she decided to call her travel agent and change their flight plans to head into St. Louis. She really missed her mother and her brother. She figured he needed family right now and quite frankly so did she.

After she got off the phone with her travel agent, she called her brother. She knew it was too late for him to answer, but she would leave a voicemail to let him know that she was coming to see him and mom. After she left the message, she lay on her bed in the silence and cried herself to sleep.

Jeff was beyond pissed off right now. But instead of saying something he would regret later to Becca, he left her place and came back to his room. He knew she meant well, but this shit was…well it pissed him off and he knew Rachael would never return his calls now.

Jeff sat on the couch in his room and had the TV on, but wasn't really watching it. As he stared blankly at the screen an idea popped into his head. He got up and grabbed his phone from the night stand and made the two calls he needed to make. When he was done, he smiled to himself at the brilliance of his plan…he just hoped that it would actually work. And now that he had a clear mind, he decided that if everything goes well in his plan that he would forgive Becca later.