:hi this will be the last update I will make for a couple of weeks. I'm going on holiday this Saturday for a week then when I get back I'll write the next part and it will be posted as soon as possible. I am so disappointed that Jennifer Capriati got knocked out of Wimbledon yesterday; she had so many chances to break that serve of Serena's. Oh well, it's up to Justine Henin to blast Serena off the court now with that beautiful backhand of hers. And oh yeah, come on Tim!! Make 'Henman Hill' proud today! Beat Sebastian Grosjean! Stupid rain.:

Love and White Lies

Chapter 6 – One Hell Of A Evening

"It's such a beautiful evening," Monica murmured as she and Chandler walked through Central Park on their date a few nights later. She squeezed Chandler's hand and smiled.

Chandler stopped and pulled her to him, smothering her with kisses. "It is a beautiful evening," he agreed, "but not as beautiful as you."

Monica giggled and pulled back slightly to look at Chandler in the eyes. "That is so corny," she told him, "but so sweet."

Chandler shrugged his shoulders and grinned slightly, brushing his lips against hers and then travelling down to her neck.

"Chandler, we can't do that here." Monica murmured as she let him continue with his affections, "We'll get in trouble."

"Bend the rules a little." Chandler whispered as he kissed her shoulder. "I'm so glad you wore a sleeveless dress tonight." He quipped.

Monica laughed and leaned her back against a nearby tree letting Chandler continue to kiss her face and neck. "We really, really shouldn't be doing this." She whispered as they kissed passionately. She started to loosen his tie and pushed his jacket off his arms, letting it fall on the grass.

"I think we're a bit late to think of stopping now," Chandler murmured, as their movements got more heated and feverish.

"Hey you two! What do you think you're doin'?" a voice yelled behind Chandler, causing the pair to freeze.

A flashlight beamed across them and Monica's cheeks flushed. She groaned inwardly when she saw the owner of the flashlight; it was a colleague of hers from the NYPD.

"You know it's an offence for any…um…public…" the officer faltered as he recognised Monica's embarrassed face. Monica looked at him with pleading eyes willing him to keep quiet about her identity.

Chandler hurriedly picked up his jacket and put it back on. "We didn't actually do anything." He mumbled.

"You were about to though," the officer responded grimly, "If I hadn't stopped you in time."

Monica studied the officer's expression, whose name was Paul and was around her age, and was relieved to see he was grinning slightly. Maybe if she pulled him to one side she could explain the situation to him.

"Um…officer?" Monica said lightly, "May I just have a word?" she looked at Paul with pleading eyes and pulled him a little away from Chandler.

"Officer Geller…tch… tch." Paul said, shaking his head and grinning, "Pushing the park laws a little over the line are we?"

"Please don't tell my boyfriend I'm a cop," Monica told him urgently.

"You mean he doesn't know?" Paul asked, laughing. He looked over at Chandler who was watching the pair with curiosity and confusion.

"Not yet," Monica sighed and ran her hands through her hair nervously, "I'm thinking of a way to break it to him. He's not that fond of female cops."

"Seems to have a taken a liking to you," Paul teased, "Is this the guy you told me earlier that you met in Rome?"

"Yes…and um…about what happened just now. I'm really sorry about that, I don't know what came over me." Monica blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Who am I to stand in the way of true love?" Paul said, rolling his eyes, "I'll keep quiet, don't worry…but if I were you I wouldn't do it again in a hurry. Some of your other colleagues won't let you off so easily. Enjoy your evening…" he winked and walked off.

Monica breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Chandler, who looked at her in amazement.

"How did you…what did you say?!" he exclaimed.

Monica shrugged, "I just told the officer that we were very sorry and it won't happen again." She replied, taking his hand and walking out of the park.

"You never cease to amaze me Monica Geller," Chandler told her, smiling. "I thought we were going to get arrested."

"Not with me around you won't." Monica said confidently.

****

The next day…

"Chandler…Chandler!" Joey said, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's.

"Wh…what?" Chandler snapped his head up from his coffee, which he had been staring at in a daydream for ten minutes.

Joey laughed and exchanged glances with Rachel, who was on her break from serving coffee for the next hour.

"You've really got it bad." Rachel said, smiling.

"Sorry," Chandler said, blushing, "but you won't believe what happened last night."

"Oh yeah, you almost got arrested." Joey let out a huge guffaw, almost falling out of his chair. Chandler glared at him, wishing he hadn't told him.

"You what!" Rachel widened her eyes.

"Chandler and Monica got a little over friendly in the park last night and got caught." Joey explained, grinning.

"Chandler," Rachel said in shocked tones, "You saucy pair."

"Saucy is a bit of an understatement," Chandler grinned, in spite of his embarrassment.

"Things are getting serious between the two of you," Joey commented in surprise, "Thought more about the career confession yet?"

"I'm going to tell her tonight." Chandler decided firmly, "It's getting ridiculous, and I don't want you driving that car of mine around for much longer." He glared at Joey; "You're driving like a maniac every night."

"Hey I'm not that bad," Joey protested, looking over at Rachel for support.

"I'm sorry Joey but Chandler has a point," Rachel said, smiling, "In just a week you've managed to get 10 speeding tickets."

"10?! You told me it was 5!" Chandler cried out, outraged.

"Well, I wasn't exactly keeping track…" Joey murmured, avoiding Chandler's gaze. "Say, isn't that Gunther over there? I might just go and talk to him." He leaped off his seat as fast as he could and walked over to the waiter.

"Hell," Chandler muttered. Then a buzzing sound came from his beeper. He checked to see and stood up. "Lowell is beeping me," Chandler explained to Rachel, "It must be serious; I'm not on duty and he's usually not in my department."

"I'll see you later Chandler," Rachel responded, "And good luck telling Monica about you know what."

"Thanks." Chandler left the coffee house, wondering what the hospital needed him for.

****

Ten minutes later, Chandler arrived at ER amongst a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses were rushing to and from rooms, yelling instructions to each other. He spotted Lowell by the reception and ran up to him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Thank god you got here so quick!" Lowell exclaimed, "An armed robbery has gone wrong up by the bank four blocks from here. Five people have been shot including two police officers."

"Oh god," Chandler said, shocked, "Are they still alive?"

"Yes but we need more doctors up there. And that's not all. One of the robbers stupidly ran out across the road trying to get away and caused a major three-car pile up outside. One of the drivers got out ok but the other two are seriously injured. One has got major burns from where his car caught fire…that's why I'm here. I've got to get out there and check the situation."

"Crap," Chandler said, "Let's get up there straight away."

"God they don't call this place the 'prison of doom' for nothing do they?" Lowell muttered darkly as they hurried out of the building. "I think it's going to be one hell of a evening."

****

Phoebe and Ross watched the TV, horror-struck by what they saw. They exchanged worried glances and Ross moaned loudly.

"If that's Monica who's shot," he whispered, his eyes widening.

"You don't know that," Phoebe tried to calm Ross, knowing that when he acted like this things would only get worse. "There are lots of officers on duty up there. Monica may be nowhere near the bank."

"This is when I need one of your visions Pheebs," Ross told her, his voice trembling, "I just need to know whether my sister is alright."

"Having visions isn't like turning on a TV Ross," Phoebe said crossly, "I know as much as you do." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Hey I wonder if Chandler is up there!" she exclaimed.

"Why would Chandler be up there?" Ross asked, confused, "He's only a orderly."

"No he isn't." Phoebe disagreed, "He's a doctor."

"What the hell…Pheebs, he's a orderly. Monica said so."

Phoebe held up her bandaged hand. "Guess who stitched this up." She stated meaningfully.

"What are you talking about…no," Ross widened his eyes in realisation. "Wait a sec…you told me a couple of days ago that Chandler thinks Monica is a business woman. Are you trying to tell me they're both lying to each other about their careers without them realising it?"

"Exactly right," Phoebe confirmed, "So if Chandler is at this massacre that's going on at the same time Monica is then…"

"Then all hell will break loose." Ross finished in doomed tones.

"Oh god, what if…what if Monica is one of the officers who has been shot?" Phoebe cried, "Chandler is going to have shocks in more ways than one!"

"Please let her be ok…please." Ross prayed; his eyes riveted by the news report on the TV screen.

End of Chapter 6

: Cliffhanger!! AND don't forget I'm on holiday next week. I'll make a deal with you…give me loads of reviews and I'll make sure the next chapter is done as soon as possible! lol maybe that's a source of blackmail that I could get sued for…Allie will kill me for this ending of a chapter hehe.: