The Gilmore-Grey Union

By Michael Weyer

POV: Amy

My free time is something I cherish a great deal, especially when I'm at work I need a decent bite to eat while I review the upcoming cases. Something to tide me over and set me up for the day. So I'm annoyed when the phone rings.

"Judge Grey."

"Amy? It's Vincent."

"Vincent? What's going on?"

"Ah…well, there's something I needed to talk to you about first."

I stop chewing. I know that tone. That's the tone Vincent uses whenever he's done something really, really screwed up. "Vincent…what's wrong?"

"Well, it sort of depends on your definition of 'wrong.' Some might say it's a beautiful thing, really." He tries to chuckle but I know something is up.

There's a knock on the door as Bruce enters, in his usual dark suit. "Judge Grey, I wanted to go over…" He stops and nods as he sees me on the phone.

"Vincent, I have a full day's docket starting in fifteen minutes. Can you make this quick?" I lift a cup of orange juice to my lips as I listen for his reply.

"I got married last night."

The juice goes spitting halfway over the desk. Bruce instinctively leaps back, a look of amazement on his face. Normally, I'd be pleased about getting some sort of expression out of him but right now, I'm too overcome with shock over what my brother just said.

"You got what!"

"Married."

"Married!" I look at Bruce and see his eyes widen. Mine, I'm sure, are bugging out of my skull. "Wha…how?"

"Ah, I think you would know how…"

"To who?"

"Her name is Rory Gilmore."

"Rory?" I rake my brain quickly. "I don't remember you mentioning her."

"Well, that's because we just met last night."

Oh, God, please don't let this be going where I think it's going.

"See, I saw Carol with her husband while I was in Atlantic City and I went to the bar to try and drown my sorrows and…"

Oh, God. It's going there.

"I guess we both had too much to drink and we woke up together with the bands and the license and…"

"Oh, no. Oh my God, Vincent…"

"Yeah, I know it sounds bad…"

"Sounds bad? No, nothing 'sounds' about it, Vincent, this is bad! I can't believe you! I can't believe you could do this!"

"Did I mention we were both drunk?"

"That's no excuse and you know it!" I run a hand down my face. "Oh, God, Mom is going to keel over when she hears this."

"Yeah, that's something I wanted to bring up…"

I know instantly what he wants. "Oh, no. Oh, no, I had to tell her when you got married the last time. You get to tell her now."

"Amy…"

"No!" I don't care how he whines, I don't care how he pleads, I don't care if he's making those little doe-eyed looks into the phone, I am resisting him here. "It's your mess, you tell her!"

"Amy, I…wait…Rory's upset, I have to talk to her. Look, I'll call you back."

"Vincent! Vincent, don't you dare----"

He hangs up and I'm left staring at the phone. I hang it up and slump forward, my head in my hands.

I'm going to have to do it. I really am. I'm going to have to call and tell my mother her son got married, again without warning to anyone.

Well, Rory Grey, whoever you are, you're going to be in for your first two Grey family gatherings. First my mother's funeral when she drops dead of a heart attack, then my brother's when Peter and I kill him.