AN: To my loyal guest readers, my eternal thanks to you and your reviews, they keep me motivated! I know a lot of you read for the M-rated stuff but I'm trying to maintain a balance between smut and fluff so I really hope you guys also enjoy reading fluff haha. Anyway, the next chapter is gonna be M so you have that to look forward to! Enjoy x

Will was in a pretty intense-looking deposition. Alicia could see that much through the conference room's glass walls. She was waiting for him to be done to get his opinion on her own case.

She admired him as he argued against the opposition. Ever since law school, his passion for law is what inspired her most about him. His drive and the sheer extent he's willing to go to to defend a client, which at times could be sloppy and ill-fated, but Will wasn't anything if not loyal. His neck veins strained against the collar of his shirt as he spoke.

It was still 10am but he looked about ready to end the arguments right there and get them their win.

After a few minutes of watching his erratic hand movements and hearing muffled voices, she saw him stand up. He glanced at her through the glass and walked out towards her.

"That was…intense." She joked.

"Yeah, we had to call a five-minute recess. I need a drink. Is it noon yet?" He comically wiped his forehead and exhaled. She chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry, it's still ten."

"We're getting there. What did you need help with?" He approached her and looked down at the document she was holding. Having him so near still elicited some reaction off of her. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating and she had to shake her head to snap out of it.

"Right. I need your input on my case."

"The Jefferson one? I thought you had all the evidence you needed for a quick trial." He scanned the sheet she handed him.

"I did. I do. There's just been…an issue. I need something from discovery and the prosecution won't budge. They're hiding something and they're definitely using it against us. I just need to know what it is." '

"And you need my helpful list of contacts?" He teased. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. She hated needing help, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Who's the judge?"

"Cuesta."

"Great, he owes us a favor. Here," he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "I have his number saved. Call and set a meeting with the three of us, I'll get you what you want." He winked.

She beamed. "Thank y–"

"Mr. Gardner, we're proceeding." She was interrupted by opposing council. He rolled his eyes. "Coming."

As he was shutting the door behind him, Alicia remembered something. "Will, wa—" And, he's gone. She looked down at the locked Blackberry in her hand. She walked back to her office to clear her thoughts and figure out what she'll do.

She sat at her desk and stared at the phone laying innocently in front of her. She could wait for him to finish. But that could take hours.

She could….guess the password?

She laughed at the thought of actually cracking the code but pondered ideas nevertheless. What kind of passwords would Will use? He's a professional, but Alicia felt as if his password would be something personal and maybe silly.

She took the phone and typed in, thebulls, Will's favorite basketball team. Try again.

She thought for a moment longer before typing in Georgetown95. Lord knows that had made its way into a fair share of her own passwords. Try again.

She exhaled, giving up. There was no way she'd guess it, it was impossible, so she decided to have fun with it. She typed, Alicia, with a laugh on her lips.

The phone beeped and she was directed to Will's home-screen. Alicia stared perplexed at the phone, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion and disbelief. She locked the phone again. Maybe it was a glitch, maybe she mistyped something? She wrote the password in again. Alicia.

Same results. The phone unlocked. She stared dumbfoundingly at it before she realized she had work to do. She shook her head and opened his contacts list. One problem at a time.

He was finally done at around 11. He went into his office to make a few calls before remembering a tidbit piece of information. He walked down to Alicia's office on the 27th floor. He stood in her open doorway and admired her before she noticed his presence and smiled.

Will's gaze dropped down to the phone on her desk. "Oh wait, damn. I forgot my phone is password protected. Here, let me call Cuesta. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He took his phone but she shook her head. She looked odd, confused.

"No it's okay, I called him. I set up a meeting at 3, your assistant said you'll be free." She looked back down at her desk, avoiding his gaze.

"Wait, did you open my phone?" He gulped. He suddenly remembered the password he inputted two weeks prior. He had no idea how she accessed his phone, but he'd rather have her hack it than figure out the password.

Alicia stalled for a bit. She looked around the room, outside, anywhere but at him. She looked more embarrassed than he felt. "Yes. I guessed…the password."

He felt his face turning red. She blushed, too. This was awkward. He didn't even know why he inputted her name as the password anyway. Maybe to remind him she was back in his life? Maybe something no one would ever guess? No one but her, apparently. He suddenly felt very stupid for forgetting his phone was locked and just handing it to her.

Ever since they kissed a few weeks prior, there'd been a weird tension between them. He was sure everyone in the office thought they were involved. In fact, he could feel eyes staring at them right then. He didn't care what they thought, but he knew Alicia did. Her reputation didn't need more hits.

But he couldn't help it.

He couldn't help kissing her in his office that one night. He couldn't help but remember the soft feel of her lips on his. He couldn't help but think of her when he attempted to flirt with other women.

He was in trouble, in every sense of the word, and he had no idea how to explain himself to her.

"Um… I don't know what to say." He scratched the back of his neck. He closed the door to avoid any eavesdroppers. He sighed heavily.

"Me neither." She remained seated and still avoided his gaze. "Well, that's a relief." He tried to joke but it fell flat.

"I'm sorry." Was that what he was supposed to say? What was he sorry for, exactly? His feelings? Sure, he was sorry for his feelings, but not for her. He felt self pity. He was a grown man pining over a married woman who wanted nothing to do with him. He was sorry for not moving on, for not being able to move on. Maybe it was true when they say you never get over your first love.

How the hell was he supposed to explain all that to her? He felt vulnerable and weak. He hated it.

"Me too. I shouldn't have snooped." She wrung her hands and finally looked up at him. He gulped.

"No, no. I should've just sent you his number. Um..I…" he paused. He was speechless. It wasn't often that he went speechless.

"It's okay. Let's just forget about this." She was giving him a way out. He appreciated it, but he needed to address it. He was tired of leaving things hanging.

"No, Alicia. Uh," he sat in the chair across from her, "let me explain myself."

"Will—"

"Listen. Our kiss awakened something in me. Something I'm not prepared to let go of. Things between us have been tense, and you're so out of reach. Things with Peter are so complicated and I didn't want to make things harder for you. I'm not hurting anyone. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Sorry if I made things infinitely more awkward." He felt like he was rambling but he needed to get everything out in the open. Keeping eye contact was proving hard, but he had to persevere, had to show her he meant it.

She went quiet for a moment and Will was debating running out of her office. This was more daunting than defending a serial killer in court.

"It's okay. Thanks." She pursed her lips and looked down. Will didn't know what he was supposed to do next.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it. See you at 3?" He got up and opened the door, defeated. "Yeah," he went to leave, "and Will?"

"Yeah?" He turned back. He knew he probably held a pained face.

"Don't give up hope." She looked at him sheepishly and blushed. He felt his heart stop for a second. Did he hear her right? Is she giving him a chance? There's actually hope for him and Alicia?

"Okay." He grinned and left. This was good. This was really good.

He couldn't wait.

The prompt: Alicia tries to open Will's phone and jokingly puts her own name in as the password, then is shocked that it actually works and the phone unlocks.