Rachel stood up and stretched her legs. She had been sitting in the same position for over an hour, and she still hadn't come up with a solution. However, she had decided one thing. She was going to go over there, and she was going to talk to Ross. She couldn't decide whether to be furious with him, or pretend nothing was wrong.

Meanwhile, at the Geller home…

The phone rang and Ross snatched it up. "Hello?" He said eagerly. "Emily! Where are you?…Okay, I'm going to come get you…No, Rachel is not here. I hung up on her, don't worry…okay, I'll see you soon…I love you…"

He sighed. She hadn't responded to his 'I love you', but at least she was letting him come pick her up. He hurried out the door, grabbing his car keys on the way.

Meanwhile at Emily's Uncles house…

"I can't believe that b&$#! He probably asked her to call him! And just when we were sharing our feelings about her." Emily said 'her', like other people said 'brussel sprouts'.

Her uncle nodded and opened his mouth to talk, just as the doorbell rang.

"Ugh, that's probably him." Emily stood and opened the door.

Ross stood in the entrance, hand raised, about to ring the doorbell. As soon as he saw Emily, he reached over, and hugged her. She struggled out of his embrace.

He sighed. "Emily, look. This was not planned. I didn't mean for her to call just when we were talking about it…but you have a point," he added quickly, as he saw her look. "I guess I shouldn't have talked to her."

Emily allowed herself a small smile. Then she hugged him. "Oh, Ross, I'm sorry. I mean, I know I WAS right, but I guess I shouldn't have run away."

"Yeah. Yeah, but it's really fine. I'll try harder, and so will you, right?"

Emily shrugged. "Not that I have much to work on, but…yeah. Deal."

The couple smiled at each other, and they headed for the car.

Once again, in the Geller home; in bed…

"I'm so happy that you decided to forgive me. You know I didn't mean anything to happen like that, right?"

"Well, I still stand by what I said earlier. I do think that you're still in love with Rachel, but I have a solution. All you have to do is tell her you don't want to see her again."

Ross's mouth dropped open. "What! She's one of my best friends! I'm not going to just tell her that I never want to see her again."

Emily sighed as turned to him. "Well, aren't I more important to you then she is? I am your wife, after all."

Ross nodded. "Yeah, but I have to think about this."

Emily's voice hardened. "Well, it's either her, or me."

"Aw, Emily, can't we think of some other way to show you that I don't love her?"

"You know, I don't have to stay here and listen to this." Emily struggled out of bed and tugged on her robe.

"Em, come back," Ross patted the bed next to him. Emily ignored him as she grabbed her clothes and hurried out of the room.

"Emily!" Ross came out of his room just in time to see her disappear out the front door.

"Argh!"

Ross spent half the night calling everyone he knew, until he finally went to sleep…

The ringing of the doorbell jolted Ross out of his pleasant dreams, and he stumbled, bleary-eyed, out of bed.

'Who the hell is visiting so early?' He thought angrily. Then, he caught a glimpse of the clock: 10:30!

"Omigod! I overslept!"

He tugged the door open, revealing a nervous looking Rachel.

"Oh, Rach! Hi!"

"Hey. Listen, about last night. Maybe we could talk about it?"

"About what?" Ross asked, totally bewildered.

"About you brushing me off. Were you that mad?"

"What? No! It's just- well, maybe you better come in."

Rachel nodded and came inside. She sat down on the couch and turned to Ross.

He grinned. 'Want some pancakes? I was, uh, just about to make some."

"Oh, sure. I'd love some." Rachel smiled gratefully.

Twenty minutes later, the pancakes were done. Ross slid some onto Rachel's plate, and helped himself to the others. He opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the door to the apartment flew open.

"Emily!" Ross gasped. She rushed into the apartment, then stopped short when she saw Rachel. She gasped.

"Wait, I can explain!" Ross began.

"There's no need. I'm not blind. But, I do want a divorce."

"No." whispered Ross. "Please no…"

TBC…