Grumble. I guess I started something I shouldn't have done. But oh well. I'm glad you're all still liking this.

Grace pursed her lips. "I see. Thank you." She gently closed Will's phone and handed it to him, smiling widely. It was too wide for Will, who could tell something big was going down. "It turns out there was no company," she said slowly and deliberately. "They've never heard of 'Securicon Limited'. Heh. Isn't the funny? Isn't it? I got conned by an untraceable guy."

Karen looked at her and just cracked up laughing. "Ha ha! You sure know how to pick them, don't you, Gracie?"

Grace was about to explode, but Jack stepped in front of her and clapped his hands. "Okay, I'm sensing that no one's talking about me," Jack said, waving a vague hand at the room. "And what's with that, hm?" His voice rose to a shriek and he stamped his foot. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME, DAMMIT! I'M MISSING OUT ON A CHER CONCERT!"

"Jack, you're also missing out on half a brain," Will snapped. "Now quieten down so we can think."

"You're a nasty, bitter man, Will Truman," Jack said, pointing a finger at the lawyer. "A nasty, bitter, fat man."

"I vote we use Jack as a battering ram," Will said brightly. "Whoever agrees raise your hand and say 'I'."

Three 'I's came from different points in the room and Jack put his hand to his heart, shocked. "Karen?"

"Yeah, well, sorry Poodle. You just have a flat head. But I still love ya."

"Mmm… Thanks, Kare."

"Karen, can you call the hospital? See when Rosario's coming round from… whatever?"

Karen sighed. "Oh, alright." She flipped open her cell and punched in some numbers. "Hello, this is Karen Walker, here. Uh-huh. Oh, hey. Mm-hm. They're doing just fine. Yeah… how's the guy you took them out of? Still on dialysis? Aw… shame… No, but anyway I was wondering what time my maid is going to be done getting her stomach pumped. Uh-huh? Mm-hm. Yup. Okay. Rosario. Yeah. No, I don't know her last name." She looked at the receiver as if it were stupid. "Mm-hm. Yeah. Okay, gotcha. Okay. Mm-hm. Toodles." She hung up.

"They've got four Rosarios in there today," Karen said, shrugging. "Couldn't tell them apart."

Grace slouched, meeting another dead end. Her stomach growled.

"Lord, can't you tame that thing?" Karen asked, stabbing at it with the antenna on her cell. "I'll hit redial. See if I can get it stapled for you. On me. Okay?"

"I'm not having my stomach stapled," Grace said.

"Boob job?"

"No."

"Ass implants?"

"No."

"I know! Some collagen!"

"Karen, NO! I'm fine just the way I am!"

"Isn't it sad when they believe that?" Jack said to Karen, shaking his head pityingly. "Grace, Grace, Grace…"

"Finish that sentence and I'll force you to eat a stapler."

Jack gave a small laugh. "Meow. God, Grace. You're not even having the tiniest bit of sex at the moment, are you?"

"Will? I'm going to kill them."

"It was self-defence," Will said immediately. "I saw them about to kill you. You had to do it."

"Good."

"Oh my God!" Jack said, looking at the clock. "The concert starts in two and a half hours. I'm never going to have time to get ready now…"

"Thank God for permanent makeup," Karen said, smiling at herself in her compact. "Have a drink. It'll calm you down." The assistant walked over to a vase of flowers and pulled them out of their vase, dumping them on the floor. She picked up a glass pot of Grace's pencils and looked at them, throwing them over her shoulder and then setting the pot down and decanting some of the clear liquid into them. "Here."

Grace snatched the drink from Karen and sniffed it. She dipped her finger in and then licked it clean. "Karen! This is gin!"

Karen blinked. "Really? I thought it was vodka. I assumed the gin was in the water cooler…"

"You put vodka in my water cooler?" Grace asked in disbelief, setting down the drink and striding over to the cooler and using the tap to pour herself a plastic cup full. It tasted like normal water. "No, you didn't."

"Red tap, honey," Karen said, pointing at it.

"Isn't that for hot water?" Grace asked, tipping the contents of her cup into the drainage grid and refilling it from the red tap and taking a sip. "Okay, wow. Yup, that's vodka alright…" She looked at the cup, shrugged, and tossed it back, wincing as it burned.

"Give me that," Jack said, striding over to her and snatching her cup and sipping the little liquid that was left in the bottom. "Vodka. Wow…"

"Oh, this should be fun," Will said sarcastically. "The most alcohol Jack's ever had is that time he had five light beers and ended up asleep wearing a sailor's uniform in a cargo hold."

"Yeah, but I soon found the sailor whose uniform it was," Jack said, getting some more vodka from the tap. "And let me tell you, there was some fine seamen on that ship, you know what I'm saying?"

"Oh, God," Grace said, wanting to claw out her eyes. "I do."

"You know," Jack said, frowning a little and drinking some more vodka. "I feel a little woozy. But strong, and empowered at the same time. You know?"

"Like I said, this should be fun," Will said grimly.

"You know what, Grace?" Jack said suddenly, thrusting the cup into her hand. "I'm going to that Cher concert whether you like it or not!"

"I didn't say I didn't like it…" Grace said, staring at the empty spot where Jack had been.

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady," Jack said, picking up a wooden chair and holding it by the back. He swung it at the window, but the chair bounced back and juddered.

"You had toughened glass installed?" Will said in exasperation.

"No. It's just regular glass," Grace said, tossing back the second load of vodka that evening and walking over to the window. "It's just that this fairy is fluttering about so gently he's not breaking a thing."

"Why don't you sing, honey? That should splinter it right down the middle," Karen said, closing her compact and resting her elbows on her desk, leaning her chin on her hands.

Grace snatched the chair from Jack's hands and swung it back and then spun, sending the chair crashing through the glass pane. Shards exploded outside and fell down into the street and suddenly, a wailing, screeching alarm filled the air, causing Grace to drop the chair out of the window in surprise.

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