Here is the newest chapter. But first I want to thank all of you who reviewed. That really means a lot to me. And it inspires me to write faster. And anhonestmoose, your review got me to think. Does Chandler even know how to drive a car? Cause everyone else did already drive on the show. Or it was at least mentioned. If someone knows an episode where Chandler drives a car or he or someone else says he drove a car, please let me know. :-)

Ok, this chapter is dedicated to Tim. Because he didn't laugh. ;-)

DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine.

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Monica made her way into the book store. She checked the time and was relieved when she noticed that she was early. That meant she could look around a little. She went through some rows of book shelves and scanned the selection. But she realized that she had to be in the part with the traveling literature and she preferred novels. So she started to search for the spot where the actual signing would take place.

Monica took in her surroundings and had to admit that the atmosphere was really peaceful. The place wasn't as packed as the discount stores she usually went to. And the cozy chairs and couches scattered across the room where great to sit down and relax a little during the book search.

When Monica came to the end of yet another row with books she saw her goal. It consisted of two tables standing near the wall with banners and posters all around them. The decoration showed the cover of 'The Intruder'. And in front of the tables was already a small crowd of people holding books they wanted to get signed.

The more Monica thought about it now, the more she could see similarities from Chandler's real life shining through in the book. It was a Thriller about industry espionage and the hero was a bored middle management employee. Somewhere she had read once that writers should write about experiences out of their real lives. And apparently Chandler had done that. At least for the ground work. Monica didn't think that he had ever made any real-based knowledge in the field of industry espionage.

"Monica?" Someone called. Monica turned around to locate the person addressing her. "Monica, over here." The voice called again. And finally Monica saw the owner of it. She walked over to the frantically waving woman.

"Hello, Janice." Monica smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I read about this book signing in the paper and thought the guy looked a lot like Chandler. So I wanted to see if I was right." Janice replied before throwing her head back and falling into one of her extremely loud laughing fits. "And now that I see you here it's quite clear that I was right." Janice beamed, placing a hand on Monica's arm. But then a frown appeared on her face. "But what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be somewhere 'backstage' with Chandler?" Janice pointed to the door behind the tables.

Monica grimaced. She didn't really want to tell Janice the story of her tragically short marriage. But she couldn't just ignore the question and she didn't feel like lying to Janice either. Even so that woman was annoying as hell she had never been anything but nice to Monica.

"Well, you would think so." Monica began hesitatingly. "But, you know, we're not married anymore." She mumbled her eyes firmly on her shoes. When she heard Janice gasp she lifted her view to the brunette in front of her.

"How could that happen?" Janice whined. "You guys weren't even married for a year!"

"Yeah. You see…" Monica wanted to explain, but Janice interrupted her.

"Oh my god…did he cheat on you?"

"No! It was my fault." Monica started again.

"YOU cheated on HIM!?" Janice screamed. "I can't believe it…" She continued, but this time she was the one getting interrupted.

"Nobody cheated, ok!?" Monica yelled at Janice. And then she told Janice the whole sad story. Janice listened with a look of shock on her face. Every now and then she cast a glance over to the door. As if she could see Chandler through it.

"And now I'm here, not really knowing why. I mean I don't think he wants to see me. But I just had to come, you know." Monica finished waiting for Janice to say something.

But Janice just looked at her, unable to form a coherent thought. Monica couldn't stand Janice's stare any longer and looked absentmindedly at her watch. She was worried by what she saw. She threw a quick glance in the direction of the tables. She had totally lost time while telling Janice her recent life story. And now it was already over half an hour after the scheduled beginning of the signing. And it still hadn't started. But maybe she had gotten the time wrong.

"Uhm…Janice? When should this thing here start again?" She asked.

"What?" Janice asked with a high voice, slowly coming out of her shock.

"What time should it begin?" Monica asked again.

Janice looked over to the restless crowd of fans. And then she looked at the time before turning back to Monica.

"You are right. It should've started already." Janice confirmed. "I wonder what happened."

"Maybe we should try to find out." Monica said, relieved that she could distract Janice from the previous topic. Reluctantly Janice turned around and started heading over to the tables.

"I think you are right. Come on." She said over her shoulder before walking over to three suit clad man standing beside the tables.

"Excuse me." Janice interrupted their conversation. "But I wondered if you are taking part in this happening and if you could tell us what the problem is."

"Hello." The youngest man replied. "My name is Victor Beaumont and I am Mr. …uhm… Mr. Johnson's lawyer." Monica frowned at this, having the feeling that she'd heard that name before but before she could say anything Janice was already speaking again.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Beaumont. I'm Janice and this is Monica." Janice introduced the two of them. "Since you are Mr. Johnson's lawyer" Janice winked at him. "You can surely tell us if the signing is still taking place. And when we can count on seeing Mr. Johnson." Janice winked again in a more than obvious way.

Victor got a little freaked out by this woman. He didn't know why she kept winking at him. He turned his look over to the other woman and gasped. Almost inaudible but still heard by the two women. He recognized one of them from a picture Chandler had shown him. That was Monica. The Monica. Chandler's Monica.

"Oh, sure. We…we reckon with Mr. Johnson's presence any moment now." He tried to sound upbeat to not give away his worry. Chandler should have been there nearly an hour ago and he still hadn't called to explain his absence.

Monica couldn't help herself but something about that lawyer was familiar. She was sure she had heard the name before and his reaction just confirmed her feeling. But before she could follow that thought her cell phone started ringing.

"Oh, excuse me for a moment." she said before she turned around for some privacy.

Janice looked knowingly at Victor.

"So, you are Chandler's lawyer?" Janice asked, laughing when she saw his eyes grow wide with shock. But he caught himself and started to reply.

"I don't know what…" Right in that moment his cell phone began to ring too. "Oh, I'm really sorry. But I have to answer that." Victor said with a small smug on his face. He walked a few steps away, thanking god for the interruption.

"Hello? Victor Beaumont speaking." He said. "Chandler. Where the hell are you?" He whispered after recognizing the person on the other end. "What happened? …Oh my god. But is everything ok now? …No, they are not. I mean the owners aren't exactly dancing for joy. But let me handle this. You have your own problems right now…No, I come out there. Where are you? …I'll be there as soon as possible…Ok, bye." He put his phone back into his pocket and turned back around, looking for the two women. Monica looked very worried and was talking to Janice.

"…don't know what's going on. But I have to go. Bye." Victor heard the end of Monica's conversation with Janice when he passed them. Monica then turned around and rushed in the direction of the exit.

In front of the store she almost bummed into someone standing on the sidewalk.

"Oh, sorry. I almost…" Monica stopped short when she was face to face with Victor again.

"That's alright. Nothing happened." He replied, wondering why she was in such a rush. But before he could ask her she was throwing herself onto the backseat of the cab she had hailed.

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Rachel's heart almost stopped when the car raced past her, missing her by just a few inches. The suction almost pulled her further out on the street. Rachel struggled to keep her balance and tried to get back onto the sidewalk. She succeeded to take a step back but her foot got caught on the edge and she felt herself falling backwards.

She groaned in pain as she landed hard on her coccyx. Rachel bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes, trying to bare the sting flowing through her whole body. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, looking up at the small crowd that had now gathered around her.

In front of her kneeled a man, his cab blocking the street behind him. He was obviously talking to her. Rachel tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Are you alright? Can you stand up?" He asked.

Rachel managed a small smile and tried to stand up. But she couldn't get up. Just that morning she hadn't been able to stand up from the couch. How was she supposed to get up from the pavement? When the man saw her problem he reached out to grab her hands and pulled her to a standing position.

"Thank you." Rachel said thankfully. "I don't think that I broke anything. Although, it hurt like hell." Rachel said, noticing the other people leaving them to return to their own lives.

"You must have had a guardian angel. That speeding idiot almost hit you." The man shook his head. "But you should go to the hospital to get yourself checked out anyway."

"Oh, I don't think that…" Rachel couldn't finish her sentence because a sudden pain shot through her abdomen. She clutched her stomach with both hands and tried to breath through the pain. Just like she'd learned it during the Lamaze classes she and Ross had taken.

The cab driver jumped forward and held Rachel's arm to steady her.

"Ok, I think now it's obvious that you need to go to the hospital."

Rachel shot him an annoyed look and the man took the hint to shut his mouth. He had three kids and knew what a woman in labor was like.

"Right. Let me just check with my passenger and then I can take you to a doctor." He said before turning around to a man standing beside the taxi. Rachel followed his glance and gasped.

"Chandler…"

TBC...

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We are coming nearer to the end. Maybe two more chapters. Now after you've read this you have to have an opinion about it. So please leave a review. But just good ones. ;-)