AN: Time is running out to make requests for particular exes to come into the story. If there's someone you want to see, then let me know in the review and I will put them in. The ex might not necessarily be 'guilty' - eg Charlie is definitely not guilty. This does not mean that the story is over soon but there's less opportunity to fit people in to the rest of it. The following all have appearances in future chapters: Bonnie, Chloe, Danny, Janice, Emily (apart from the people in this chapter.

Mark

Rachel tried to keep her mind on her work but she was finding it difficult. Who would want to spy on them? Well it wasn't a question of finding out who, exactly - there seemed to be so many choices. It would be more to the point to ask who wasn't. She could hardly believe it though.

There was someone else who bothered her. He wasn't an ex, although he'd been accused of being an ex. She'd been seeing a lot of Mark lately. She hadn't minded it at all at first. He'd helped her out a lot in her career, especially after she'd made recent messes.

Ditching Paris at the last minute had been a bad career move, and she was lucky to get somewhere acceptable to work. It had been a shock to her. She knew she was good at her job - maybe not the best, in terms of paperwork, finances, but she had the Eye. She just had no idea how stiff the competition was. Nobody missed her at Ralph Lauren, a sobering thought indeed.

Mark had been checking up on her lately, just to see how she was going in her new job. She avoided complaining about it because she didn't want to sound ungrateful, and besides, it wasn't that bad, and after several months, she knew how much worse it could be. She hadn't told Ross about these catch ups. They were perfectly innocent. It was just about all business talk, but Ross had still not shed his irrational belief that Mark was a threat. She couldn't help feeling the same about Chloe... she shuddered at the thought that she could be involved.

And Emily, yes, she'd hate it if Emily saw Ross, after all, Ross hadn't been the slightest bit drunk when he'd asked her to marry him. Unlike with her and Ross, Emily and Ross had had the perfect, trouble free romance, right up until the wedding. That was why this wedding was suddenly giving her the jitters. You could have a big beautiful wedding and then something could go terribly wrong, and you'd have an awful memory...

Suddenly she saw through the one way glass, Mark coming towards her office. The only way she could afterwards explain what she did next was the jitters. She jumped into the wardrobe of samples that was in the corner of her office. She didn't want to see Mark. She didn't want to have to work out whether or not he was conspiring against her too in some way. She heard a knock.

'Rachel?' Surely he would go away if she didn't answer. Through the gap between the doors she was surprised to see Mark come into her office. Was he going to leave something on the desk for her? Then she heard him say to himself in a low voice, 'What a mess.' It wasn't messy at all! She was just busy.

She stared in horror. He was going through her address book. Next he picked up her mobile phone. How did he know the password? But he seemed to have unlocked it, scrolled through the messages and then relocked it. Then her bag was examined. All of this took a minute and a half and he left the room. It was some time before Rachel emerged from the wardrobe.

At Central Park that evening, at yet another park bench, Rachel was silent as Ross told his story of Julie, and then Charlie.

'Well,' said Monica, 'Maybe Charlie did know nothing.' Ross was full of doubt. He couldn't believe it of Charlie, he really couldn't. She'd tell her husband what he'd done for sure, and there would be consequences. They might not be direct but if it got out that he was unstable - added to what Julie might say, justified or not, and to the period six years ago when he'd divorced Emily... He put his head in his hands. Was he going to get a reputation as mentally unstable? His career was really going to suffer now.

'But Julie was lying,' Phoebe said said. 'I can't believe she had the nerve to deny it to your face. You should have taken one of us. She wouldn't be able to deny it with me or Rachel or Monica there.'

'They'll never let me back in the building now,' Ross said. 'And I know she's guilty. I don't need any more proof.' Monica looked at Rachel.

'What's happening Rachel? You're quiet.' And suddenly everyone noticed that she was silent.

'You haven't said a word,' Chandler said.

'Something happened at work today,' Rachel croaked. Suddenly she was the centre of attention.

'What!' Ross exclaimed.

'Shh!' Monica said, afraid of being overheard.

'I will n - ' Ross began and then more quietly, 'Okay yeah, I know, Rachel, what happened are you okay?' Suddenly Phoebe began to cry and Mike enfolded her in his arms.

'I hate this,' Phoebe sobbed. 'Sorry, I don't mean to cause a scene.'

'You're not, we all hate this,' Monica said. Phoebe got herself under control and said,

'I'm all right, Rachel, you go on.'

'Mark came into my office today,' Rachel said.

'Him?' Ross said. Rachel nodded.

'Calm down Ross,' Chandler said.

Ross gritted his teeth. He'd shouted enough things today and he'd try, really try, to get a grip on himself.

'He's been once or twice before, but this afternoon when he came I hid in the cupboard. I didn't want to see him.'

'That's good.'

'No Ross,' Rachel said. 'I was watching through a crack in the door. He went through my desk'

'What!' they all exploded. 'Through your desk?!'

'Yes. It didn't take him long,' she said. Monica hid a smile, in spite of herself. 'Hey my desk is tidy, sort of.'

'He looked in my diary, and checked my phone messages. He went through my bag.'

'My God, you should have confronted him,' Ross said.

'I didn't know what to do, I mean I was scared,' Rachel said, 'If he's going to do something like that, then what else is he going to do? He might have hurt me.' They were all silent.

'Do you think someone wants to hurt us?' Ross asked in a quiet voice.

'They are hurting us,' Phoebe said. No-one said it but they knew it was Ross and Rachel hurting the most.

They were suddenly aware of the sound of running footsteps. A jogger. But not just any jogger. 'Hey Rach, good to see you,' called the jogger as he passed.

'Who was that?' Mike asked, staring at the retreating back.

'That was Pablo,' Rachel said, and put her head in her hands.