In this the final year of Will and Grace , I have become obsessed with writing the fab four's adventures. In this my fourth w and g story, I have crossed the line again and made this a crossover between the fab four and those six crazy friends…. Some find love , some new partners in crime, but I am sure that through it all you will be entertained and please oh please leave lots of little reviews…..i want to beat my record of 148…oh those Barbados nights….

These characters are the creation of Ko Mut Enterprises in cooperation with NBC Universal , the other ones are the property of Bright Kaufmann and Crane Productions in cooperation with Warner Brothers…

Grace Adler knew it was going to be a good day. She sat at her desk eagerly awaiting her new client. Munching on her egg mcmuffin, she leafed through some decorating magazines to get ideas for an office she was going to design. Karen arrived with a scarf around her head and sunglasses to hide her tired and probably alcohol induced hangover eyes. She trotted to her desk and plopped down.

"Uhhhh." Moaned Karen.

"Rough night ." Grace asked sympathetically.

"The same old boring people. The same old boring drinks." She said as she opened her purse and took some of the pills from their containers. " I need some new blood." Karen complained.

"Why don't you mention that the next time you are due for dialysis for your liver?" Grace said flippantly. "It's not that. It's just that I am either with my poodle, or Rosie, or you or your gay husband. When I am not with you, I am with those terribly boring society people or dreary celebrities like Marlo and Phil and Hilary and Bill ." Karen was now taking a sip from the flask on her hip. "Well be at your best behavior , because I have a client coming over." Grace said. "And she is an executive at Ralph Lauren."

"Good maybe she can give you some tips on how to dress like a professional, and I don't mean a hooker." Karen snickered.

Jack was excited , he always enjoyed Zondra's class. It made him feel so in tuned with his actors instrument. He also enjoyed the fact that there was always an influx of cute boys who were also actors as well. Zondra lifted her cigarette and gave him a scowl. She didn't care for McFarland as well. Jack thought it was because he was so talented, the truth be known, it was because he had no talent.

Jack looked to see the new pupils entering the studio. One of them definitely caught his eye. He had to be the cutest guy he had seen in a long time , outside of Boy Bar and The Ramrod that is. He was wearing a tank top and very tight blue jeans. His hair was dark and his eyes had that sparkling look. By his coloring , he could tell he was Italian, probably another one of those Brooklyn boys trying to get parts on The Sopranos. Jack wanted him to sit by him, but it was painfully obvious that this guy was straight. He sat down next to a girl in a belly shirt and then smiled at her. "How you doin?" he said.

"You should be doin me?" thought Jack as he saw the would be actor try to make time with the girl. Jack decided the best way to get to meet this guy was to be the friendly greeter. He got up and walked over and extended his hand. "Hello I have never seen you in one of Zandra's classes before, allow me to introduce myself , Jack McFarland former star of Just Jack and Jack 2000." The stranger smiled and was glad that the people in this class were friendly. He had never been to an intense scene study class before. But his agent had suggested this, and obviously Estelle knew what she was doing.

"Joey Tribbiani." Joey smiled as he gave the guy a firm handshake. "I needed to take some classes before I start to audition again." He admitted. "Ever since I got fired from my last job." Jack nodded."Yeah it's a rough business." Zondra looked over and saw Jack talking to her new pupil. "McFarland, go back to your seat and stop annoying people. Especially when you are annoying enough." She bellowed.

Will loved shopping at Zabar's because everything was so fresh. He would spend a whole day there smelling , and tasting , and plumping vegetables. Will just loved to cook and nothing pleased him more than making a sumptuous dinner for his friends, unless it was entertaining some man that he could see himself making a life with. He walked along imagining that he would be doing the shopping for him and his lumberjack husband who owned a bed and breakfast in Vermont. Since he was daydreaming , he didn't see the other cart coming at him.

"Hey watch where you are going?" he heard a distinctive female voice say to him. Will was so embarrassed that he walked over to make peace with the woman.

"I am so sorry." He said bowing his head. The lady noticed his cart. Usually men don't have that much interest in spices or vegetables. He had to be a chef. She eyed the cart carefully. "You wouldn't happen to be a chef would you?" Will smiled. "No I have thought about it , though, because cooking is my passion." The lady looked him over, darn it he was good looking and loved to cook. But she already had someone. "I am actually a lawyer." He admitted.

"A good looking lawyer who cooks, boy I bet you would make some lucky girl a great boyfriend and husband." She smiled at him , almost like flirting with him.

"Hardly, well maybe a guy." He smiled at her. "I 'm gay." She looked at the man. She had her male friends, but none of them shared the joy of cooking she had. Chandler had his jokes , Ross had his dinosaurs and he was after all her brother, and Joey had food and women. Her female friends didn't share in food either, Rachel had her clothes and Phoebe had her auras. She felt good about this person and wanted to get to know him , even though he had said he was gay. Today she would take a chance.

"I'm Monica Geller." She held her hand out.

"Will Truman." He smiled. Today he was going to actually have someone new in his life. He prayed that Gracie wouldn't beat this one up as well.

Karen sat at her desk reading a magazine and just plain being bored. The door of Grace Adler Designs was opened and a woman walked in carrying a briefcase. She was small and her hair was straight as a board and light brunette. Karen lifted her eyes from her magazine in time to see the new client. She moved them slowly so she could watch her move. God she was hot . Karen saw something she definitely liked. "Can I help you?" Karen said as she rose from her chair. "I hope." Karen smiled. Grace saw the exchange and ran to intercept. "Why don't you go back into your box and wait for the sun to go down?" she told Karen as she backed her into a corner. "I am sorry , my assistant likes to make people think she has a personality." Grace apologized then she smiled. "So you must be Rachel."

"My boss Mr. Zellner told me what a lovely job you did on his office, so I decided to have mine done as well." Rachel explained. "I just came back to work after a maternity leave."

"You look fantastic." Grace said as she eyed her trim figure.

"Thanks, giving birth can take quite a lot out of you. But in the end it was worth it." Rachel opened up her wallet , eager to show another person her precious little angel. Grace was always eager to see someone else's baby pictures , hoping in her heart that one day she would have her own. "She is adorable." Grace cooed."What's her name?"

"Emma," Rachel smiled.

Phoebe walked down the street as she started for the familiar coffee shop. She looked over and then she saw a face that she hadn't seen for quite a while. It couldn't be her , not in this neighborhood. After she had come from El Salvador , she had been homeless for quite a while. Now she was here in Manhattan , in a rich person's neighborhood.

"Rosie?" Phoebe said as she tried to see if it was indeed her.

"Ursula?" the Hispanic woman said unsurely.

"No not Ursula, Phoebe." She protested when anyone thought she was her sister. The Hispanic woman came over and gave her a great big hug. "Oh it is so good to see you Mommy." She smiled.