**I put some stuff in this chapter before that was incorrect, so now I'm reposting it! Just so we're all clear**

Hey! So sorry for the wait, I had finals two weeks ago, then I went out of town for a week and didn't even have access to a TV or a phone, let alone a computer. But anyway, I'll skip all my usual crap, except to thank everyone who's reviewed! By the way, this Richard has NO connection with Richard Burke (the big tree).

Chapter 3

"Richie?" said the judge, amused. "Oh, no no. That's Honorable Richard Stevenson to you, Mr. Bing."

"Yeah, but I happen to know about your job before you became a judge," replied Mr. Bing, grinning wickedly. "Through my father." The judge froze.

"Mr. Bing, what are you going on about," snapped Francis. "Let's get on with the questioning!"

"You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Richie," Mr. Bing continued, obviously enjoying himself. "You worked with my father. You were a member of my father's show. In Vegas."

"What are you talking about?" asked Robinson. "What show is this?"

"Don't say it," hissed the judge.

"My father's all-male gay burlesque show in Las Vegas," stated Mr. Bing triumphantly. "Yeah, I remember you. You played the houseboy in my father's favorite skit. You sang the lead in 'I Like Boys'. You wore a purple sparkly dress." The stunned courtroom burst out laughing.

"Yes yes," the judge said, rolling his eyes. "I was young and desperate for money, now for God's sake, can we PLEASE get on with the case!"

"Of course, your Honor," said Francis, hiding a smile. "Now, Mr. Bing," she began. "How long have YOU known Mr. and Mrs. Geller?"

"I've known Ross and Rachel since college," said Mr. Bing, shrugging. "Ever since Ross, my roommate at the time, took me to his house for Thanksgiving, where I met my wife, Monica, and Rachel, who Ross was still completely in love with at the time."

"Yes, Ms. Buffay has stated that you have known Ross and Rachel since college," said Francis.

"PHOEBE!!" hollered Ms. Buffay.

"Silence," snapped the judge, banging his gavel. "Continue."

"Yes, Your Honor. Mr. Bing, have Mr. and Mrs. Geller always seemed happy to you?"

"Of course," Mr. Bing replied. "They were Mike and Carol Brady without the cheesy haircuts. They were the perfect couple."

"And yet," Francis said, "Something went wrong."

"I guess so," Mr. Bing acknowledged.

"Mr. Bing, in your opinion, was Mrs. Geller perhaps having…an affair?" questioned Francis, grinning evilly.

"Your honor, that is irrelevant, I object," Robinson called.

"It is perfectly relevant, Mr. Robinson," the judge said calmly. "Overruled."

"Well, Mr. Bing?" Francis looked delighted with herself.

"No," stated Mr. Bing. "No, no, no. Rachel would never do that to Ross. Not in a billion years."

Mrs. Geller smiled gratefully at her friend, and in turn glared at Francis. Mr. Geller looked furious with his lawyer.

"Are you sure?" asked Francis, unaware that, if looks could kill, she would have been murdered twice. "There was never a time when anything seemed suspicious to you?"

"Nope," said Mr. Bing. "They were the happiest couple ever. I remember the time they got engaged…

FLASHBACK, 4 YEARS AGO

"Ross, what is it?" laughed Rachel. "Where are you taking me?"

"Calm down, we're almost there."

"Almost where? Ross, you know I hate being blindfolded, just let me see!"

"We're here!" Ross looked around proudly and took off Rachel's blindfold. "There you are."

"Ross, I…" Rachel looked around, speechless. They were back at the planetarium. The room was filled with beautiful white flowers, and there was a blanket sitting out with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Oh Ross, it's so beautiful! I don't know what to say…"

"A simple, 'I love you' would be nice," Ross joked.

Rachel smiled and threw her arms around him. "I love you!" Ross laughed.

"Come sit down," he urged. They sat, and he filled the glasses. They toasted and drank. "How about some stars?" Ross asked.

"That would be perfect," Rachel smiled.

Ross stood up and walked over to the control booth, switching on the "star" button. The ceiling was instantly filled with them.

"Oh, I forgot how beautiful they were!" gasped Rachel happily. "I can even see the constellations! Look, this one looks like…" she looked closer, not believing the words the stars seemed to spell out. RACHEL, WILL YOU MARRY ME? "Ross!" she gasped. "Really?"

"Really," Ross said. "Rachel, we've been together for two years now, not counting the many times we were together before that. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me, Rachel?" He got down on one knee.

Rachel smiled through the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Of course!"

PRESENT

"And that was it," smiled Mr. Bing. "It was official. As inseperable as they were before, they were pretty much glued together from that point on."

Francis paused a moment, looking around the courtroom. She caught Mr. Geller's eye, and he glared at her again. She looked back at Mr. Bing and, clearly desperate for words, stammered, "So…you're, um, absolutely positive that, er, Mrs. Geller, was not having an affair during the period in which she was, um, married to, uh, Mr. Geller?"

"Yup. Absolutely positive," Mr. Bing replied cheerfully. "No doubts."

"Fine," Francis snapped. Then, quickly regaining control, added, "No further questions, Your Honor."

"Thank you," the judge said as Francis took her seat, noticing that Mr. Geller quite obviously scooted his chair away from her. "Mr. Robinson, your witness."

"Thank you, Your Honor," replied Robinson, jumping out of his chair. "Mr. Bing, I-"

"Yeah, actually, call me Chandler, would you," Mr. Bing said, unable to hide the grin on his face. "I'm with my friend Phoebe, all this 'mister' stuff creeps me out."

"Fine," said Robinson, clearly annoyed. "Chandler. You stated that you were absolutely certain that my client was not having an affair during her marriage." Mrs. Geller rolled her eyes.

"Well, is your client my friend Rachel?" Robinson did not answer Mr. Bing's query, he merely stared. "Oh. Okay, yes I did then."

"Good," said Robinson, beginning to pace. "But are you willing to make the same statement about her husband, Ross Geller?"

"Oh, God," muttered Mrs. Geller, now clearly furious with both lawyers. Mr. Bing's wife, sitting behind her, put a hand on her shoulder, warning her not to say anything.

"Hmm, let me think about that," Chandler mocked. "Um, heck yeah. You saying that Ross would cheat on Rachel is stupider than whoever said the moon was made of cheese. And that's really saying something."

"Really?" said Robinson. "What would you say if I told you that I could prove it?"

"I'd tell you that you had highly critical sanity problems," Mr. Bing replied. "Might I also add that you are supposed to stop the Q-tip when you feel resistance?" He paused and looked around. "Hey, I know I've used that one before, but I just liked it so much…"

"Well, we'll see about that later," Robinson said smugly. "No further questions, Your Honor."

"I do!" Mr. Geller had sprung angrily to his feet. "What kind of proof is the crap weasel talking about?"

"You'll find out later, Mr. Geller," said Robinson, walking happily to the back of his seat and leaning back in it. Mrs. Geller, unable to scoot her chair any further away, settled on turning her head away from her lawyer.

"Mr. Geller, Mr. Robinson, please stop talking," the judge commanded. "Mr. Robinson, you will bring in your 'proof' later, I assume."

"Of course, Your Honor," Robinson said smoothly. "When the moment's right."

Mrs. Geller, whipped her head around to look questioningly at Mr. Bing's wife, who merely shrugged. Mr. Geller turned to Ms. Buffay and her companion, who could do nothing but stare at him.

"Fine," the judge said irritably. "We will now proceed to the next witness. You may sit down, Mr. Bing."

"That's all, folks," Mr. Bing said brightly as he walked back to his seat.

"Our next witness," continued the judge, leafing through his papers, "is Mr. Joey Tribbiani."

TBC

Well, it's about time. PLEASE review and tell me what you thought, I don't care if you fell asleep or felt like killing yourself reading it, tell me! Although I would prefer a happy one…