Rachel got back from her mothers, she had taken Emma there to stay overnight as her mother was more than happy to take her off their hands for a night, they needed time to themselves sometimes. Rachel decided that tonight would be a night for herself and Ross to spend time with each other, not having to worry about work, Emma or anything else for that matter.

She decided to ring Ross, to see what he wanted to eat tonight. She guessed he wouldn't really care, but it was the perfect excuse to ring and talk to the man she loved, 7 hours out of the day not being able to talk to one another was practically hell.

'Hello, Dr Gellar…' she heard him answer, how cute was he?

'Hello Dr Gellar…' she said in the sexiest way possible, in order to get him into the mood.

'Rach, what's up sweetie?' he asked her.

'Nothings up Ross, I just wanted to ring you to see what you wanted for tea tonight?' she asked him. She heard a few voices in the background, 'Am I interrupting you in a meeting or something Hon?' she asked, afraid that she had got him into trouble.

'Oh no, its just some of my colleagues in my office, I'm in no meeting…so what were you saying Rach?' he asked.

'I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner…' she told him again, 'We don't have much in at the moment but I can order something or perhaps cook something little.' she said.

'Why don't you surprise me huh?' Ross suggested, 'I like surprises..'

'Ok then, I will' She agreed, 'what time will you be home?' she asked.

'Oh hang on a second, I have another call waiting..' he said.

She waited patiently as her boyfriend finished his other call.

'Ok Rach, I'm back now…I'll have to go because I have some work to finish off otherwise I wont be able to come home on time…' Ross explained to her.

'Ok, I'll see you later then..'

'Bye sweetie..'

'Yeah, Bye…'.

When Rachel put down the phone, she realised that it was probably the most strangest phone call she had ever had with Ross, he hadn't actually sounded as though he wanted to speak to her for one, and she actually felt guilty for ringing him. She knew Ross was committed to his work so phoning him for no reason was probably a bad idea, as she remembered when she first got the job in Bloomingdale's, she admitted now that she was a right bitch to Ross about calling or going to her work, even on their anniversary.

She laughed it off as she walked into the kitchen to cook something for her and Ross, looking through the cupboards she saw that there was hardly anything there, spaghetti would have to do, she thought.

It was past 6pm and Ross still hadn't walked through the door yet, the spaghetti was still in the pan waiting to be cooked and Rachel had drank and spat 3 swallows of wine out, not being able to drink wine sucked.

'Oh c'mon Ross.' she said to herself, wishing that somehow he could hear here and pop his head around the door any minute now, just as she was thinking, the phone began to ring. It was Ross.

'Rach.'

'Where are you?' she asked, not even saying hello.

'I'm still at work.'

'What? Why?' she questioned him, a little angry that tonight of all nights he had to be late.

'They've kept me behind working on something, could be here for another hour at least…'

Rachel didn't say anything; instead she surprisingly broke down into tears. Maybe it was her hormones, she didn't know, but she cried like a baby.

'Rach, don't cry…I'll be home soon, I promise.' Ross said, hardly believing that he had drove his girlfriend into tears.

'I've just been alone all day, that's all Ross.' she said, 'I thought tonight would be special, I even took Emma to my mums so we could have time to ourselves.'

'We can still have the night to ourselves angel, I'll be home in an hour…I promise' he told her. She stopped crying, wiping her tears on her sleeve she accepted his promise and promised him she would calm down and rest. She decided to ring Monica; she needed to talk to her best friend who she hadn't seen today because Monica had been working extra shifts, it seemed everybody was working but her today.

Her eyes felt heavy as she watched the TV screen, she must have had only 3 hours sleep the previous night, and she was feeling sick to make it extra worse, a little doze wouldn't be so bad at this moment in time. She had an hour to wait at least, and she realised Monica would probably be either still at work, or having time with Chandler. She closed her eyes, telling herself that she wouldn't fall asleep, but she did, into a very long sleep indeed.

Ross felt simply terrible for leaving Rachel for so long, it reminded him of that time a few years ago when he had been in the same position on their first anniversary, now Rachel was where he was that night, alone and upset.

He put his key into the lock, his other hand holding his briefcase, he hoped to see Rachel still on the sofa waiting for him, but he imagined that she would have went to bed by now, he hated the thought of her laying in their bed alone feeling abandoned, normally he would feel so guilty but this was his Rachel, he didn't want to let her down of all people.

'Rach?' he said as he entered the sitting room, he saw her lying on the sofa but couldn't quite tell if she was awake, he closed the door behind him and put the briefcase down. 'Are you awake Rach?' he asked, again not getting an answer so he assumed she was asleep.

He tiptoed over to where she was lying, she was curled up in a ball with her blanket wrapped around her, only covering her bottom half, she had her mouth slightly open and as he bent down to look at her more closely, he could feel her warm breath against his cheek. 'I'm sorry about tonight…' he said, knowing that she couldn't hear him but he still wanted to speak to her.

He noticed that she had goose pimples on her arms; seeing as the window was open she must be quite chilly, and she was only wearing a

T-shirt too giving more reasons to why she was shivering now, and the pimples becoming more visible.

Ross lifted the blanket and wrapped it around her top half, he noticed that she was actually wearing her favourite T-Shirt, the one that he had gave her when they broke up the first time, she had loved it so much that he decided despite their break up he had let her have the one thing closest to him, his T-Shirt. 'There you go sweetie.' he said, tucking her in gently making her feel warmer. He would leave her to sleep here tonight, she looked too peaceful for him to wake her up and put her in bed, he would stay with her anyway, he wanted to be there when she woke up so she knew he would always be by her side.

He walked into the kitchen, stepping quietly to make sure he didn't wake her. He saw the plates out on the table, with the pan on the stove ready to put the spaghetti in, he felt like the meanest person alive, how could he have ruined the one night that they would probably get together in months? He knew how much she was looking forward to tonight, she had even offered to cook, and for Rachel that wasn't a daily thing.