Author's Note: FINALLY. It took me what, nine chapters to get her to see him. But will he see her? Hmm . . . I guess you'll just have to keep reading, now won't you? Keep in mind that I do not own CCS and if there are any mistakes, just assume that they're deliberate. LOL. And I finally updated! This story only has about five to seven more chapters left before the end. Ok then, don't forget to review.

Syaoran picked up the remote and turned the television off. "Wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," he said to himself, getting off of the couch. "But I still look like an idiot." He sighed as the phone rang.

And the phone would keep ringing, as he would be getting about a billion more calls. People calling for more interviews, law firms with job offers, his boss with a pay raise, and complete strangers congratulating him. The only welcome call was the one from Eriol and that one came late at night.

"Hey Li! Congrats!" he said cheerfully into the phone.

It was 11:00 at night. "You're a little late, kid," Li said with a tired chuckle.

"Is it my fault you don't seem to have call waiting?" Eriol said with playful impatience. "Seriously, the line was busy for . . . well, forever."

"Sorry about that," Syaoran answered him. "My life's bound to be a bit hectic for a few more days – at least until Sunday, the trial."

"Yeah, I know, and even after that you're going to be a busy fellow," Eriol said in agreement. "You're probably tired, but I really wanted to give you props Li. It's not everyday I get to see a friend on TV . . . because I'm not quite sure which category to put Mei-Lin. I do see the occasional friend in newspapers and magazines though."

Li assumed he was talking about his restaurant friends, but in fact, Eriol was talking about Sakura. Kat Green's article was in the paper that morning, but Li hadn't seen it. "I am kind of sleepy, can we continue this conversation another time?"

"Sure," Eriol said. "I'll see you around."

"See ya."

Meanwhile . . .

Sakura had spent the whole afternoon sitting staring at her telephone wondering whether she would dial Syaoran's number. She had dialed 411 already for his home number. Even that had taken her up to six o' clock to do. It was now 11:00.

"What the heck," she said to herself picking up the phone. "I can always just congratulate him on his TV appearance. That's casual enough, even if he doesn't remember who I am." She took a deep breath and started to dial. She held that breath in as she waited for the ring. Instead, she heard the annoying honk a phone makes when the dialed number is busy.

"That," Sakura said angrily, slamming the phone down, "was a complete waste of my time."

Sakura got up and changed. Climbing into bed she read the newspaper article that Kat had written about her. She hadn't gotten around to it until now. Feeling slightly better, Sakura fell asleep.

Meanwhile . . .

Sunlight streamed through the living room window onto the couch where Li had all but passed out the previous night. He got up and started the coffee maker. As the smell of Foldgers filled the air, Syaoran went down and got his mail. He saw that he had two newspapers; one had been printed the previous day.

Since he was working at home today, he decided he had time to read them. He read today's version first then went on to yesterday's. What he found inside that newspaper was very intriguing. It was an article on Sakura. He had to look twice when he saw her name. But there it was, in clear black ink; Sakura Kinomoto. He read the article.

"An editor?" he mumbled as he read.

He read the feature that Katherine Green had written. The author had included excerpts of Sakura's speech. If this had been any other editor, Li would have found the words from the speech not only with sense of humour, but meaningful, passionate, clever, and deep. But knowing it was Sakura made it something even better.

'She obviously hasn't wasted our years apart,' he thought. 'I wonder if she moved on in all her aspects of life . . . of course she has, she's Sakura.'

Syaoran read and reread the article a few more times, then he decided to enjoy his free day. Dressing in a pair of dark jeans and a comfortable navy blue t-shirt, he grabbed a jacket and headed out, still slightly overwhelmed with the fact that he was in the same city as Sakura. If he wanted, he could just take a cab and show up on her doorstep. But he knew he couldn't. He passed one of those magazine vendors and a picture on the cover caught his eye.

Meanwhile . . .

Sakura woke up that morning feeling very irritated with herself. 'I'm being silly!' she thought. She picked up her phone, dialed Syaoran's number (which had taken her a surprisingly short time to memorize) and waited for three rings before his voice went through the receiver.

"Hey, you've reached my home phone and if you're listening to this recording you can be sure that either I'm not home, or I'm screening my calls. Leave a message after the beep."

Sakura paused a moment before deciding against leaving a message. Then she picked up the phone again, dialed, determined this time to leave a message. She didn't. She certainly tried, but she didn't. What would she say? What could she say to a man she hadn't talked to since he was a boy? She failed to leave a message about seven times before she gave up and got dressed.

She left her apartment and walked the city streets, realizing suddenly that Syaoran Li could very well be doing the same thing.

Meanwhile . . .

Sakura was being featured in Envy magazine. This came as a shock to Syaoran. It was as if somebody was putting her directly in his life again. The vendor, who was an elderly looking man – much like an uncle type figure, the type of uncle who always has a little toy in his pocket for you, glanced at him as he picked up a copy of the magazine and turned to Sakura's article, written by none other than Julian Samuels.

The vendor suddenly spoke. "You a friend of Miss K's?" he asked.

"Miss K?" Syaoran was confused.

"Yeah," the vendor said, looking at the page that Syaoran had turned to. "Miss Kinomoto. She comes by here almost every day. Never thought I'd see her in Envy, but if anyone deserves it, it's her."

Syaoran looked back to the magazine, "Oh, yeah, I know her."

"Paying her a little visit?" the vendor said.

"What?"

"Well, she only lives a block down from here, which is why she's here every day," the vendor said.

Syaoran hid his confusion. "Oh, sure. How much for the magazine?"

He paid for the magazine and put it inside his jacket. Then, he looked Sakura up in a phonebook, conveniently located in a nearby phone booth, and then he decided that he was going to arrive unannounced on her doorstep after all.

Meanwhile . . .

It was Sakura's day off so she went to get herself coffee and a bagel and went to spend her morning walking in the park. Then she had lunch with some friends, including Tomoyo and Eriol. At around four o' clock in the afternoon, she headed back to her apartment. She passed a magazine rack and stopped for a chat.

"Hey Tony!" she said brightly picking up a copy of People magazine.

"Hi Miss K!" he said. "Congratulations!" he said holding up the magazine with a picture of her on the cover.

"Oh, that," Sakura said, pretending to be modest. "It was nothing." They laughed. "So, Tony, did you get your granddaughter to stop sucking her thumb yet?"

Tony sighed. "Nope. I think she does it just to see me annoyed nowadays. Oh, I forgot. A young man came by this morning. Dark hair, hazel eyes. Asked about you."

"Really?" Sakura said. "Did he tell you his name?" She was thinking about Eriol. It might have even been Julian.

"No, but he was the real serious type," Tony responded.

"Hm . . . anyway, thanks Tony! See you tomorrow!" Sakura said, paying for both a People magazine and her own Envy.

She didn't know any guys that were all too serious. It might have been one of her work colleagues. Then a sudden thought struck her. What if it was Syaoran? 'No, impossible!' she thought. But the mere possibility had her excited. Feeling rather buoyant, Sakura headed to her apartment. She got into the elevator and headed up.

Meanwhile . . .

Syaoran had been waiting outside of her apartment for hours – since eight, and it was now four. He didn't know why he wanted to see her so badly. Maybe he was curious. No, screw that, it was definitely more. But it had been years. He had waited ten years, he couldn't wait a few hours?

But it had been eight hours. Maybe he could just swing by another time. Sighing heavily, Syaoran left into the hall. He pressed the elevator button. The doors opened and he froze in surprise.

A/N: haha! Cliffy! Payback! muhaha! Okay. This is probably very disappointing. I made yall wait so long for an update and then it turns out like this. I guess I'm more of an evil writer than I thought.