More apologies for the delay ...more excuses ...I won't bother listing them all...but here we are. Not my favorite chap, to be honest, but every dog has its day I guess...

"Okay, so is there a trick to this?" Grace demanded as they proceeded to the limo. "We can't exactly walk up and offer her a glass of water when we can't even get close enough without losing an eye…or a finger…or a life…" She shrugged. "Whichever comes first."

"I'd rather be focusing on that than trying to get those extra pills," Will said. "Jack, the bottle you gave to me, was that the only one you'd found in Karen's purse?"

"Mm-hmm." Jack was still busily gazing back toward the house.

"Forget it, he isn't someone you want to have your number," Grace told him.

"There's a lot of people I wouldn't want to have my number," Jack responded slyly. "Those usually turn out to be the best kind…"

They climbed into the limo, Grace allowing Will to drive this time around, and he frowned uncertainly as he attempted to start it up.

"That's…weird…" he muttered. All that would come out of his turning the key was the sound of sputtering. "What…"

"The engine's dead!" Grace flared. "How--?"

"Well, honey, I don't normally like to toot my own horn…" came slyly from the very back and they turned in unison.

"Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, she was right behind me!" Jack shrieked as he scrambled to join Will and Grace in the front. Karen's hand shot out like a snake, grasping painfully at his left ankle. Instinctively, Will and Grace gripped his arms and pulled, Will leaning over the seat in attempt to get a hold of his torso.

"Grace, on my count!" Will commanded. "One…two…three!" Jack slid cleanly out of Karen's now chipped manicured hands.

"Will," Grace said urgently as she fought with the door, "Will…the door…it won't…we can't get out…Will…!"

Karen cackled maliciously as she slowly made her way up to them. "This is Karen Walker you're dealing with, kids, she has the best of everything, including a back up car to follow you in and a lock in feature with this one to keep spineless creatures such as yourselves right where I want you."

"We're homo salad," Jack whimpered piteously, attempting desperately to recoil but failing with a lack of space in which to do it, "and I never got my extra special dressing…Henry…Billy…Jerry…Hans…Curtis…Tiny…well, he's Tiny for a reason and it's not something I'm going to reflect upon in the last five seconds of my life…"

"Don't finish that list, you'll never reach the end of it," Grace moaned softly.

"Okay," Will sighed wearily, holding both hands up, indicating surrender. "Okay. Um…I'm thinking you might want to start with me…as Jack has been so kind to remind me, my body mass would take the longest to work through…then…" He chewed his lip in thought. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter who you take out next, I'll be dead and won't really care…well, I'll leave that up to you." He raised his eyebrows at Karen. "I'm just trying to make the whole process quicker and easier for you, understand."

"Will, what are you--" Grace hissed, for which she received a sharp nudge in the side that Karen didn't appear to notice.

"What are you playing at, Wilma?" Karen snapped.

Will shrugged, rather dejectedly. "I'm not, Karen, I just…I mean, look around us…Jack, Grace…we're crammed like sardines up here, there's no space, nowhere to go, you've even got the doors on an auto lock. Now I'm a lawyer so I'm always up for a good fight, but I've also had to learn how to know when I'm screwed and be at peace with it. And…" He cast a brief glance around the limo. "I think you could all agree with me when I say we're screwed."

"I suppose," Grace concurred begrudgingly. "You've already made it your mission in life to try and make me believe I have absolutely no reason to live on a daily basis anyway, Karen, so I don't see why tonight should be any different."

Jack, his eyes gradually growing wide as saucers, wasn't catching on and Will and Grace noticed.

"Look what I have here, Jackie, naked men!" Grace whispered swiftly out of the corner of her mouth, yanking out a magazine she had swiped from Karen's room unnoticed and flipping it open for him, and as she had hoped, instantly diverting his attention.

"And as you can see, Jack apparently has no preference whatsoever as long as you hold up pictures of men having sex and wear a low cut blouse while you're taking care of him, right Jack?" Will said.

"Uh-uhhhhhh," Jack sang happily, too engrossed in the magazine to be paying attention to anyone or anything around him.

"Case in point," Will affirmed. "So you see, Karen, there's really nothing holding you back, it's just too bad that--" He sighed remorsefully with a shake of the head. "Never mind. I guess I'm up, eh? Okay, Karen."

Karen narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "It's just too bad that what, Wilma?"

"Oh--" Will waved her off. "It's nothing. It doesn't matter, I was just…just taking advantage of the last opportunity I'll have to think out loud. Just never mind."

Karen lowered her hatchet. "You don't think out loud in front of Karen Walker, you just tell Karen Walker what you're thinking," she said, a counterfeit smile spreading over her face.

"Karen, really." Will shook his head. "You're about two seconds away from what you've wanted to do all night, so I don't see why you even care."

"Oh, I don't," Karen told him lightly. "I'm just curious what a fat, balding lawyer with no love life and an apartment he shares with a husband who has no interest in him would be thinking as his whole dreary life flashes before his eyes. That's all."

"Well, FYI, it's nothing like that," Will informed her. "I just happened to be thinking that if I were you, this isn't how I'd be doing this, but hey. I'm not you, so go at it."

Karen looked highly affronted. "What's wrong with the way I'm doing this?"

"What does it matter?"

"It matters because if you talk to me now, the better your chances are of staying alive a little while longer."

"I thought we already went through this. I don't care about staying alive a little while longer."

"I don't care either, but I think I have a right to know what it is you think I'm doing so wrong."

"I don't think you're wrong, Karen, I just don't think you're making the wisest decisions here. Maybe you don't think me good for much, but after God only knows how long in the courtroom, I can smell injudicious decisions a mile away. And I think the best one you could make right now would be to let me drive back to your place, you up here in the front seat, even, just to make sure I don't try anything stupid--rather than trying to take all three of us out right here where there have been cops back and forth all night."

"Good Lord, how stupid do I look to you?" Karen snapped at him. "I've had a lot of things written across my forehead in the past, but that isn't one of them. You think I don't know what you're up to?"

"Up to?"

"Oh God…" Karen snorted with shrill laughter. "You were in my room, you queen! I could see your ass all the way from the bar! You found the porno drawer and you want to get back into it, Mr. Fruit, am I wrong?"

"Hell." He began to laugh and nudged Grace, who joined him, rather tentatively. It quickly turned from that to a snorting, breathy, over exaggerated kind of laugh that caused Will to nudge her again as an indication to stop. "You got me, see that, Grace, she got me. All I want to see in my last half hour, or if I'm really lucky, hour on this Earth are images of Matt Damon wrapped around Brad Pitt the way the breading of a corn dog is wrapped around the hot dog itself…" He trailed off as he caught sight of Grace's features twisting up in at disgust, as much at the bad analogy as at the thought itself. "But I'm serious about the cops. Maybe they never come up to the door, not even when you lock Mason outside in twenty below weather wearing nothing but pajama pants on Thanksgiving Day, but they might have a hard time ignoring blood spattered windows in front of a house that belongs to a man who calls himself your pharmacist but tends to be so much more."

Karen frowned. "Well, somewhere the vodka doesn't seem to be adding up with the gin, but I'll go with it for now, and only because of the cop factor," she said. "Queers who prefer uniforms and just happen to be a stickler for the law because it looks good, yipper skipper. I get enough of that at the office with Grace."

Grace's head snapped up. "What are you talking about, Karen, that isn't the truth at all! I'm never in uniform."

"Well, honey, the apparel you show up in begs to differ," Karen retorted. "It begs for a lot of things, including to be burned."

"So you're welcome to have a bonfire, with my full blessing," Grace told her, "once we do this."

"All right, Sandy," Karen said, eyeing Will, "you know where you're going. No funny stuff, and no one will get hurt before they have to."

"Why is it that Will automatically gets to drive?" Grace wanted to know.

"Grace, you can't even dress yourself and you want me to trust you behind a motor vehicle?"

Will laughed in spite of himself.

Jack looked up in a daze. "Where are we going?" he murmured.

"Never you mind, sweetie, you just look at your pictures," Grace said, gently nudging his head downward so that his eyes were on the pages. "Why don't you find a naked blonde, the guy with the biggest penis and a depiction of the hottest sex you can find, if you do that for me before we get to where we're going, I'll give you one of the Backstreet Boys to be buried with."

"Ooh, can I pick which one?"

"We'll see how good of a job you do."

"Okay, I'll do a really good job," Jack promised her vehemently, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Good boy."

"God, we're crawling like a tortoise with a broken leg, and the hare just passed us three times," Karen groaned. "Step on it, will you?"

"Well, I could, Karen, if you don't mind having ghosts and vampires and princess fairies stuck to your tires," Will retorted sardonically.

Karen smiled quizzically at him. "Well, honey, I never have before, and if you don't put the pedal to the metal in the next three seconds, I know one fairy who's going to be stuck to the tires and then some."

Will did as he was told, fully aware of what was at stake by not heeding to her.

"Look, Grace, look, is that good?" Jack tugged at Grace's arm to get her attention. "Blonde hair and a big penis on the same person, does that count, Grace, does it?"

"Keep going and we'll see."

"It should, those lovelies look big enough to smack around a tennis court."

"Just keep looking."

Before long, they were pulling into the driveway Will had never wanted to see again, after having fled from it only an hour or two earlier. He shifted into park and was about to pull the key from the ignition when Karen snapped her fingers vigorously as the gates opened before them.

"Not so fast, not so fast," she snapped. "Pull in."

"Pull in?" Will repeated in disbelief. "And completely annihilate the grass you've paid all the grounds people fifty cents a week to keep up for you?"

"Pull in, Wilma," she ordered. "No one is getting out of this car until I'm absolutely certain there's nowhere for you to run."

"All right, all right," he said crossly. "God, keep your flask in your pants." He stole the brief moment Karen looked away from him to glance at Grace out of the corner of his eye, and although he was unable to see her whole face, the bit of expression he caught was loud and clear.

You'd better have a plan.

"I know what I'm doing, Gracie," he murmured softly.

"What did you say?" Karen demanded.

"Uh…I said…'did you hear who Anna Nicole Smith has been screwing lately?'"