A/N: This follows on from the previous chapter as it looks at what Kalinda does with the files.

Chicago, April 2014.

I Only Want to Be with You (Dusty Springfield)

Kalinda snapped her laptop closed and stood to leave. She tapped her fingers on its lid, wondering what she should do. As the L/G investigator she was party to a lot of sensitive information and knew a great deal about those within the firm. However, this was different. It wasn't about collecting data for a case, to try to prove or disprove a theory; it was information that had been given to her in the most tragic of circumstances. It was also very personal and intimate, so she needed to tread lightly. She picked up the laptop and walked out of the office.

Meeting Cary in their usual place, she gesticulated at the bartender for two more drinks. "Hi," she said nodding at him. "Hey," he replied.

"How's Alicia doing?"

Cary sighed and finished his drink, pulling the fresh drink that Kalinda ordered towards him. "How do you expect? Not great. Jeffrey Grant's father came to the office today."

"What?" Kalinda asked, her eyes wide as she looked at him in shock.

"Yeeaaah," he replied nodding his head while holding his glass, poised to take another drink. Taking a sip and putting it down, he cradled the glass in his hand as he turned to look at his friend, "He wants to pursue a wrongful prosecution case, for the murder at Chicago Polytech. He claims the SA's office put Jeffrey in the position that he was attacked in jail, suffered psychological trauma which led to him grabbing the gun in court and," he winced and took another drink.

"Oh," Kalinda replied, taking a drink herself.

"Alicia wasn't happy and was really concerned about the ASA, Finn something or other."

"Finn," Kalinda mused, "he was in the court, he tried to save Will," she said.

"Alicia has been all over the place recently. She is desperate to find out more about Will's final hours. He left her a voicemail," Cary noted.

"What did it say?" Kalinda asked, her tone a mixture of concern and interest.

Cary shook his head, "Nothing," he took a drink, "he said nothing. She said it was like he wanted to leave a message but didn't get the chance before he had to go back into court.

Kalinda finished her drink and took out her phone.

….

Alicia opened the door to her apartment and stood aside for Kalinda to come in. "Hey," she said. Kalinda nodded in reply as she walked past her into the hall.

"Sorry it's late, but I have something for you. I was talking to Cary and," she paused, "I didn't want to wait."

"Okay," Alicia said a little puzzled. "Do you want a drink?"

"No, thanks," Kalinda replied. "Can we sit?"

"Yes, sure, come through," she gestured into the living room. They sat down, Kalinda on the couch and Alicia in the chair adjacent to her.

Kalinda sighed and took out a Manila envelope. She spun it in her hands, looking down at it rather than across at her friend. "Diane," she began, "asked me to go through Will's cell phone," she noticed Alicia take a small intake of breath and look directly at her, "to check for any L/G work product or sensitive company information."

"Okay," Alicia followed, "what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, there wasn't just Lockhart Gardner stuff on there. He had saved some personal files," Kalinda answered, making eye contact with Alicia and tapping the envelope with her middle fingers.

"What kind of personal files?"

"Pictures, voicemails, messages," she said quietly.

Alicia sighed gently and nodded, "Okaaaay."

"Will had several pictures of you, some I think taken a few years ago," she said, hinting at the relationship between the two lawyers, "and some messages you exchanged."

Alicia was a little surprised and felt a quickening in her chest as she thought of Will and how he had saved some of their interactions. Memories meant a lot to him. She knew she had meant a great deal to him, but had thought that breaking from Lockhart Gardner had caused him such pain that he had tried to wipe their shared love from his memory. Evidently, she was wrong. He still had intense feelings for her, or enough feeling to keep pictures and messages close to him at all times. She thought of the voicemail he left on her phone the morning he died. She held on to that. She had saved it on her cell and she had copied it to her computer so that she would never be without it – losing her phone and losing his last message to her would be too much. Always cautious. That was her, Alicia Florrick, always cautious. She cursed herself for being too cautious to allow Will into her heart and into her life when she had the opportunity. She felt a tear form in her eye and moved swiftly to the table to grab a Kleenex to dab her eye. She used the opportunity to sit down next to Kalinda on the couch.

"What pictures?"

"I'll let you look at them yourself," she indicated the envelope, "they are," she paused, "intimate."

Alicia swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip, "Oh," she said quietly.

"I didn't mean to look," Kalinda said quickly, "but I had to look at the files. Once I realised the contents of a folder I stopped looking and closed it. The pictures meant something to Will. He loved you and I think you should have them. Whether you decide to keep them or destroy is your decision."

Alicia looked downcast but nodded. "You think he loved me?" She asked eventually.

"Yes, I do. I know he rarely loved women so intensely, but he did love you. You, you were one of the two women he let into his heart," Kalinda said, realising that she had possibly said a little too much.

Alicia smiled at Kalinda's words, "Thank you, yes, I know he loved Diane too, she felt the same way and is missing her best friend terribly," recalling their conversation at the L/G offices the day Will died. "Yes," Kalinda said cautiously, realising that she almost gave away one of Will's greatest secrets, letting slip about Angela when she said 'two women.' She scolded herself as it was unlike her to make such an error, but given her current turmoil, it was understandable. She was pleased Alicia thought she was referring to Diane and didn't probe any further. Alicia felt her heart skip a little. Even though she had heard 'love' from his lips, as a slip of the tongue and been told from others that he cared deeply for her, to have Kalinda say it meant a lot to her, as she knew it was the truth.

"As I said," Kalinda began, "Will kept lots of images of you, some messages and voicemails on his cell phone. I have brought them for you. I deleted them from the cell phone before I gave it back to Diane." She gave a short smile and handed the envelope to Alicia.

Alicia ran her hand across the envelope and circled the metal clasp with her finger, "Thanks," she said quietly.

"I'm gonna head out," Kalinda said as she stood up. She placed her hand on her friend's shoulder as she rounded the couch, "I'll see myself out." Alicia nodded and gave a quiet, "Bye."

Hearing her apartment door close, Alicia let out a little whimper and held her hand to her mouth. She stared at the envelope in her lap, wondering whether to open it or to leave it closed. She stood up quickly and went to her bedroom. Opening the drawer in her nightstand, she saw the old copy of 'Chicago' magazine that listed the city's most eligible bachelors. She chuckled remembering the conversation she had with Will about his inclusion on the list. She placed the envelope on top of the magazine and closed the drawer. She wasn't sure she was ready to mix her memories of Will with what he chose to recall of her.

Lying on the bed, she covered herself with the duvet and involuntarily began to sob.

…..

Chicago, November 2015.

If You Go Away (Ne Me Quitte Pas) (Dusty Springfield)

Angela closed the door to her apartment, let her bag slide down to the floor and leant back against the portal. She sighed, reflecting on another busy day at work and another day without Will. She knew she was struggling to move on and realised that, in all likelihood, she probably never would. For her, Will had been endgame. Alicia had been the love of his life, but he sure as hell was the love of hers. Yes, there had been others, a certain Police Officer for example, but nobody had really come close, or lasted more than a few weeks. She slowly opened her eyes, pushed herself away from the door and shrugged her coat off. Deciding to pour herself a drink, she made her way into the main room.

A voice came out of the darkness, "Looking good, Ange."

A/N: So, hope you liked this little introduction to Alicia's reaction and a bit of a teaser for the next chapter. More on Alicia to come as she goes through the pictures.