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Karen completed the grueling task of filing her nails before tapping the file lightly on the desk. She carefully opened one of the drawers and stared at the enormous quantity of nail polish bottles. Different tones of pinks, reds, purples and gold sat neatly in perfect order from darkest to lightest shades. After an agonizing ten minutes of deciding which colour to wear, and finally settling for a bright red, she began to paint her nails.

"Grace, I think that outfit should leave the room, you and I need to have a talk about it…its not appropriate for the human eye."

Silence filled the room. Karen still didn't look up from her nails.

"What is your problem now? Ask me after my next drink, I may slip into that rare caring stage where I laugh with you instead of at you."

Still silence.

Karen began to giggle. "I'm going to lunch!" She said, as she blew on her freshly painted nails to dry them. "See you next week, Red!"

Her eyes darted around the empty office, scanning every corner of every wall.

"Oh yeah."

I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow
And mistletoe
And presents 'neath the tree

Grace sat in her office. She smugly leaned back in her swivel chair with a defiant, satisfied smile across her face. She was proud of herself for biting the bullet and facing up to Ashton Blake about the Leo involvement with her stay in England, only to discover that Leo was actuallycurrently in England. Mr. Blake had then organized for Leo to meet her for confrontation. He was due to be there any minute.

Ah Ha! He's the vulnerable one. There is no possible way I can be the weaker one when I am dressed in this suit and sitting behind this desk. My chair is better than his. Whatever you do, you must look like a knock out when he comes in to show how strong and brilliant you are!

She hurriedly pulled out her compact mirror and assessed her face and makeup situation.

Damn, I look hot! Mascara. Good…Hmmm Lipstick. Flawless…and smile…YIKES! There is more lipstick on my teeth than on my lips!

She vigorously scrubbed her teeth with her finger when she heard a voice fill the room from the doorway.

"I never understood the idea of edible lipstick, I would just get tempted to eat the whole lot."

Grace's body instantly jerked upright, and in a flustered manner, she tried to act as professional as she could (obviously not being extremely successful). In her utter clumsiness, she knocked her jar of pencils over, causing them all to noisily plummet to the floor. She anxiously dived for the floor and proceeded to pick up the fallen items, when Leo bent down and began to help her.

Grace pushed him. "I don't want you help!"

"Ow!" He replied, now sitting on the floor. He continued to help picking up the pencils.

"I said stop helping me! I don't need your help, Leo! I…I am independent…and…"

"Grace?"

"Shut up."

Leo sat back, watching the woman he loved clean up the floor. He found it amusing when she was this frustrated; she had a certain…charm to her. He couldn't help but crack a tiny smile as she stood up and placed the now refilled jar on the desk. She made her way across the room and hovered above the sitting Leo and looked down at him.

"Wow, even in England you're still only a worthy friend for the floor."

Leo rolled his eyes and grabbed Grace's arm, yanking her down. She yelped as she couldn't fight his strength and landed on the floor in front of him.

"There, now we can talk properly." Leo commented, a little more seriously.

Grace fixed her hair and stuck her nose up in the air, attempting to appear graceful and professional. "Good."

"You go first."

Grace's eyes met his, and she felt all of the clever, sarcastic and biting quips she had previously planned crumble away. It was amazing to see a familiar face after nearly five months away, no matter whose face it was. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she viciously battled them away.

"Why are you here? Why do you keep popping up into my life?" She asked pathetically, fighting the urge to whimper.

Leo sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"I organised the whole thing."

Graced sadness was suddenly stunned away. She felt her anger slowly return to her body, thus breathing new life into her.

"WHAT!" She yelled. She hit Leo on the arm, causing him to instantly grip the section of his arm that was hit.

"You know, you look tiny, but you really do begin to hurt once that has happened enough."

"I can't believe you." She spat out, standing up and preparing to leave. Leo sprung up from the floor and stopped her in the doorway.

"You're package is looking more and more like a bulls eye to my knee right now…and believe me, I WILL go there if I have to!"

"Lucky for me, I'm wearing a cup."

"Don't joke. Not now."

"I'm not."

"Oh."

"I'm actually a teeny bit scared of you." Leo confessed.

Grace squinted her eyes. "You should be."

Grace tried to duck past Leo, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into the room, shutting the door and leaning against it."

"I could put you away for assault!"

"There isn't a mark on you. Listen, Grace…when I saw you at the New Years party, I knew it then. I knew that you needed to get away, to be away from everyone. Once I managed to tuck you into bed, which was a task and a half because it felt like I was carrying a body bag, and because you were singing "Hero" by Mariah Carey in my ear, I called my friend and told him what a great designer you were and he offered to take you on for a few months."

"Huh?"

"I did it all for you Grace."

She looked down at the floor as she tried to analyze and piece together what Leo had just announced. HE did this?

"And Dani?" Grace inquired.

"We were never dating, I just wanted to…y'know…make you jealous. It worked, didn't it?" He said, grinning.

"Leo, can I have some time to think to myself please?"

"Sure. But just to let you know, at eight tonight, there will be a cab outside the house, and it will bring you to my favourite café, and we are gonna discuss this over coffee…in a public place…where you can't hit me...and my 'down there' is protected…"

"Bye." She said quietly as her ex-husband nodded with acknowledgement and left the office. Grace walked over to her chair and slumped down to it as she picked up the compact mirror and faced herself once again.

"Professional and independent my ass! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Ugh! Shopping is so boring when it's not for yourself!" Jack whined.

"These presents are from both of us, you can at least pretend to be helpful, Jack!"

The two men were searching through the children's clothing department for an outfit for Joe and Larry's daughter, Hannah. Weaving through the giant herds of people for 6 hours had taken its toll on Will and Jack, as shopping exhaustion began to seep in.

"God, I hate tourists! Especially the ones that aren't American!" Jack suddenly announced. Will pondered the stupidity of the comment and as he continued walking through the aisles of tiny clothing, he couldn't help but begin to feel slightly clucky.

"Ok, here's the game plan." Will said, in a serious tone.

"Will, sports…"

"I know. I can't believe I used that. Ok…the master plan. We split up. Meet back here in 5 minutes, and we tell each other if there is anything worth looking at twice."

"Hey hey hey! I'm not Grace…I don't follow your plans! Although now I know why she comes back from Christmas shopping with you wanting to put her necklace a few notches tighter and hang herself."

"Well, what do you propose we do?"

"We shop together."

"You just don't wanna be seen walking around on your own, right?"

"Do you know what that would do to my reputation? These people look up to me."

"And by these people, I'm guessing you mean fellow children." Will snickered.

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

"Bitch."

Will smiled and briefly caught Jack's hand with his own. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed loudly at the gesture as if bored, so as not to show that he really was grinning like a school girl on the inside. Keep 'em guessing, McFarland. That-a-boy!

Will pulled out a little pink dress and held it up. "What do you think about this one? Cute, huh?"

"Are your taste buds dead? Do you have eyes in that enormous, misshaped head of yours at all?"

Will thrust the dress back onto the rack with frustration.

"Ok, I know that little girl clothing is more your thing, I know it's what you always dreamed of wearing when you were little boy, but maybe you should get over that strange complex and help!"

"I think the fuse string on somebody's tampon has been lit."

"Ugh, Jack, that's disgusting. I don't wanna think about the female anatomy any more than I absolutely have to."

Jack walked over to a different clothing rack, in which a little girl was standing in front of it, blocking his way. He bent down and tapped the girl on the shoulder, causing her to spin around.

"Excuse me, can I just get past please?" He asked sweetly.

The little girl looked up at him, and forced out all the cruelness she could into her tiny face before putting her hands on her hips and sticking her nose in the air.

"Mommy says I'm a princess, so I can stand wherever I want. You can't get through. Ha."

Jack was taken aback by the girl's attitude. Wow, pocket sized Satan! He crouched down, so that his face was level with hers, in hope of reaching his full intended effect.

"Well, Missy, to the adult world, I am considered a Queen, so I outrank you. Now Scram!"

The girls jaw dropped and her eyes grew extremely wide before she scurried away. Jack smiled proudly to himself as he stepped forward and selected the outfit he had originally had his eye on. He tried to search for Will, but couldn't find him anywhere. Searching through the toy section, he discovered a blue ball that had rolled away from the basket. As he bent over to pick it up, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Hmmm its average, but I'd say it scores about an eight."

Jack spun around, the ball still in his hand.

"Excuse me, but this ass is an eleven and no less!" He defended.

Will grabbed Jack's arm and lead him back to the girls wear section, not allowing time for Jack to put the blue ball back. He still held the little outfit that he had chosen in his hand. Boredom got the better of him as he stuffed the ball under his shirt, appearing pregnant.

"A man did this to me, Oprah!" He stated, adopting the voice of a woman.

Will spun around and looked at him. An admiring smile crossed his face, as he pulled the ball out from under Jack's shirt.

"It's a boy." He said, throwing the ball onto the ground before starting to fix the shirt that the younger man was wearing. He patted Jack on the stomach. "Now you're gonna have to lose all that extra baby weight."

Jack slapped Will's hands away. "You know, there are hundreds…and by hundreds I mean THOUSANDS of other men I could be with right now, I think you are underestimating how lucky you are."

"And there are thousands, and by thousands, I mean MILLIONS of men that wouldn't find you as adorable as I find you." Will said, pecking Jack on the mouth.

Jack assessed the amount of surrounding people. Will? Public affection? "I think you'd be surprised…I am quite appealing to the eye. Why are you trying to butter me up? You don't say things like that unless you want something…or you're dying. Are you dying?"

"I just saw Richard…I don't want to have the uncomfortable ex chat…we have to go!"

Jack handed Will the outfit in his hand.

"Well if that's the case…there. I chose it half an hour ago. Let's get out of here!"

Jack sat on Karen's bed, cross legged. He brushed his hands over the velvet one way, and then the other direction, noticing the changes in shade as the light hit it different ways.

"He's lost without her Kare! I mean, today, he got this sad look on his face everytime we passed a piece of bad fashion, or a pet shop...I don't know why the pet shop made him sad but it did. I swear he was going to cry when he saw a red headed woman in a Jewish bakery…aka the WHOLE bakery! He's depressing me to fake tears!"

Karen walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Hmm, I know what you mean, I think she is missing me way too much, I mean I sat in her office today, telling her off about her outfit when I realized that she wasn't there…"

"Uh Karen…that's…"

"It's just a fun story ok? The main point here is that something needs to be done! And fast!"

The two friends nodded at each other.

Jack sprung up onto his knees. "Good Golly Miss Molly… I have it! we need big pieces of paper, bright red markers and matching caps and t shirts with our names on them. We have to design a plan! We are gonna bring Grace Adler back to America!"

Thanks to my lovely reviewers...

All4Christ0398: Thank you so much! I try to keep it as in tune with the show as i can without writing it as a scripting or dialogue fic, so that is very flattering. I'm thrilled this was interesting enough for you to plow through 21 chapters:)

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