See part one for disclaimer and other important information.

Author's note one: I want to give a belated thanks to those who wished me well on my finals. I passed with flying colors. I can't believe I have to begin again soon.

Author's note two: I want to apologize for any mistakes I've made in the description of alcoholism. My knowledge is incredibly limited.

Author's note three: This next piece is a segue between parts in the story. It's a great deal shorter than I intended, but the hardest piece to edit.

Enjoy!

Margaret nervously paces the airport waiting area. She doesn't want to appear overeager to see him, but the months of worrying about Leo are making her anxious. They haven't spoken since Leo's awkward phone call apology. Apparently, it's part of the program to apologize to whomever you've wronged by the use of alcohol. Margaret could tell he was uncomfortable, but he at least smoothed over what he had said at the hospital. Margaret was, also, privileged to a weird conversation with Jenny O'Brien. Leo hadn't shared with her all the details and Jenny had taken it the wrong way. She wanted to make it clear in no uncertain terms that she doesn't want Leo back. Drinking had been the least of Jenny's problems with Leo, just the easiest to point out. What or whomever Leo is searching for did not appeal to Jenny at all. She wanted a hotshot lawyer not a dreamer. The woman rambled on for ages and Margaret had to bite her tongue to keep from defending Leo. The last thing she wanted was to be in some bizarre catfight with Leo's ex and display any non-professional feelings towards him. Eventually, Margaret used her method of getting rid of annoying people who wanted to talk to Leo. The phone would develop "static" and she would hang up, pretending not to be able to hear the caller anymore. Margaret probably isn't going to pass on her message at least not for a while. The loudspeaker brings Margaret back to the present. Leo's flight will be disembarking shortly and Margaret tries one last time to calm herself.

H seems to appear out of nowhere and watches the back of her tense frame for a moment. He smiles, "Margaret."

She turns around and matches his grin, "Leo."

"Come here," he puts his arms around her and holds her for a moment: a silent acknowledgment of the affection that has grown between them, "Thank you," he whispers in her ear.

"Okay", she says, pulling away, "The car's waiting."

He slings his bag over one shoulder and places his other hand on the small of Margaret's back in a semi-familiar gesture as they begin to walk.

"What's on the schedule for tomorrow?"

"Mail"

"You couldn't have thought of something more exciting?"

"No, I'm tired of tripping over it."

"Margaret!"

She appears moments later in the room.

"Where's the Walker file?" Leo asks, searching through the files on his desk.

"You mean draw?"

"Margaret," he chastises

"They get sued once a week," she mutters under breath, "Noah, still has it."

"I thought we had everything back."

"Except the Walker file."

"I'll do without it."

Margaret turns to leave, but then hesitantly adds, "We still don't have anything scheduled for Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, Jed is taking the girls to Williamsport this year," he absently responds, rooting through a draw.

"The Willhawkes are throwing a party."

"Nah, I'm not spending Thanksgiving with a bunch of Republicans."

"What about your mother?"

"She doesn't do holidays," he finally gives up on what he's looking for, "What's the…"

Margaret interrupts his question to blurt out what she really wants to say, "My brothers want me to come home for the holiday,"

"We'll visit your brothers then."

"Okay."

"Okay," he nods, "Have you seen my stapler?"

"It's broke."

"Never mind."

TBC

Thank you to those who have reviewed!

While I write because I enjoy it, I don't mind reviews at all.