Never Assume

~Part 6~

I'm so incredibly stuck with this fic that it isn't even funny, lol. I know where I want to go but I can't get there, grrr. Don't you hate when that happens? So sorry that it's been so long since the last part, but, as I said, I'm stuck. And this part is really short, but, hey, it's better than nothing. Oh, Abby- I finally saw that Coke commercial, lol. I could e-mail you and tell you that personally, but…I'm too lazy and since you're the one that made me write this fic you're probably reading this, lol.

~2000~

Chandler sat at his desk, staring at the phone. She'd said that she'd call at six. And it was six. Unless she meant six her time, in which case she wouldn't call until seven. He'd have to stay at work an hour longer and then go home to his friends, telling him to cut back and come home every once in awhile.

'Ring, damnit,' he thought, his eyes fixed on the phone, as if he had the power to telepathically contact her and make the phone suddenly ring. He glanced at the clock again. 6:03.

Giving up, he turned to his computer, deciding that playing a game might help time go faster.

But no such luck.

When the phone finally rang, Chandler practically jumped out of his chair, grabbing for the phone, which he dropped. "Hello?"

"Hey, sorry I'm kind of late."

Chandler immediately grinned at the sound of Monica's voice. "It's okay. I waited two years, what's another 20 minutes?"

"So are you going to come back out here this weekend?" she said, nervously looking around from the phone booth she was calling from.

"I was planning on it," he grinned at the thought of seeing her, "I mean, if you want me to."

"Of course I do," she smiled at his teasing tone. He'd been spending every other weekend or so in Chicago, telling his friends that it was work related. "Well, I'd better go before I get cut off."

"Okay, see you this weekend. I love you."

"I love you, too," she paused, smiling to herself. "Bye."

"Bye," Chandler replied before hanging up the phone. He leaned back in his chair and just grinned; she was all he needed.

They both knew that they were taking a risk, bit Monica figured it'd been two years, and if she never called him from home or when he was at home, then how would anyone ever find out.

And as long as they could still see each other, neither really care. They could still be happy.

But if either of them knew just how true the saying 'ignorance is bliss' was.

~*~

Charlie grinned; Tommy would love him for this. "Um, sir?" he knocked on his door, and hearing a response, walked in.

"Yes?"

Charlie sat down, making himself at home on the brown leather sofa. He'd screwed up when he hadn't killed Monica Gellar to begin with, and he knew that until he found her and did, he'd never stop paying for it. Giving Tommy a cocky smile, he began. "I've got something on the Gellar Girl."

To

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Continued…

Once again, sorry so short : ) Let me know what you think…I'll, um, try to update this as soon as I can.