A/N: This continues from the previous teaser… just a little update.

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."

"Oh my God! You scared me. Been a long time."

"Yeah, it has," her visitor replied.

Angela smiled, "Hi."

"Hey."

Angela walked towards the end table where she kept her alcohol, turning the table lamp on, she asked her visitor, "Wanna drink?"

"Sure," came the response.

Angela poured two scotches and walked over to the couch. Sitting down, she handed one over, "Good to see you, K."

"Cheers," Kalinda replied, raising her glass in toast, "to Will."

"To Will," Angela said, copying Kalinda's move.

"Are you back?" The doctor asked.

"No," Kalinda answered, "I'm not here," she added taking a drink of the amber liquid.

"OK," Angela nodded, recognising that Kalinda needed to operate as she often did, in the shadows. "Are you safe?"

"I am." Kalinda confirmed. Angela nodded, "Good. Remember you can always seek refuge here."

"I know," she smiled at the redhead.

"Have you seen Frank?" Kalinda enquired.

"Not to talk to," Angela replied, her tone was a mixture of sadness and realisation that she probably wouldn't get to spend time with the detective again.

"That's a shame," Kalinda replied. She was aware that Frank was in a serious relationship and didn't want to interfere in her two friends' personal lives. However, she felt compelled to ask knowing that Angela was really Frank's Alicia – the one that got away.

…..

"I know Alicia," Angela said in a monotone voice. Kalinda took a sip of her drink before replying, "Really?" looking directly at her old friend, her eyes a little guarded.

"Yeah, Diane introduced us," Angela added, "she thought it might help us," she said taking a quick swig of scotch, "getting to know the 'other woman' in Will's life," she proffered.

"Huh," Kalinda smirked, "I didn't picture Alicia as the 'other woman' in anyone's life."

Angela laughed a little, "Yeah, but I guess at different times, we've both been the OW in her life, even if she didn't know it at the time."

"True." Kalinda acknowledged, thinking back to her time at the SA's office when she slept with Peter Florrick.

Angela walked across the room to pick up the bottle of scotch, she refilled Kalinda's glass before topping up her own.

"What do you make of her?" Kalinda asked.

"I like her," Angela replied, "I was wary of her at first, not knowing what to think, but maybe Diane is right. We both lost something special."

"He was one hell of a guy," Kalinda smiled remembering her friend.

"How are you doing?"

"I miss him," the investigator said candidly. "He was always good to me. Honest. Not many people are."

"Amen to that," Angela replied downing her drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol in her throat, she winced.

….

"I remember the day I met you," Kalinda said, "just after I'd left the SA's office and started at Stern, Lockhart and Gardner."

"Uh-huh," Angela replied.

.

Flashback:

Angela was sitting on the couch in Will's office, chatting to him as she prepared to leave.

Kalinda approached his door and tapped on the glass. Will gestured with his fingers for her to come in. She handed Will an envelope, "For the Brasker case." He nodded, "Thanks."

The investigator stared at the woman on the couch, "I'm Kalinda," she proffered, tilting her chin upwards and licking her bottom lip with her tongue.

"What?" Angela replied, "just the one name, like Madonna."

Kalinda lowered her eyelids and squinted at the redhead.

"This is Angela," Will offered.

"Like Madonna?" Kalinda smirked.

"No, more like Batman," Angela replied sarcastically before picking up her purse and leaving Will's office. Will laughed, "I think that's a draw K."

"Uh-huh," Kalinda said, turning on her heel and heading out the door.

….

"I should get going," Kalinda said after the friends had talked some more. She was sad to leave Angela, especially as she could see that her friend was really not coping in the aftermath of Will's death.

"It's been good to talk, K," Angela said as they stood up.

"Take care of you,"

"Take care of you," Kalinda replied, allowing Angela to embrace her. She rarely allowed such physical closeness with her friends, but was happy to indulge the good doctor. Angela laughed, "God, we sound like the two hookers at the start of Pretty Woman!"

"Nice!" Kalinda smirked, before adding, "well, you have done it on the piano," smiling and winking at her friend.

Angela bit her lip and let out a breath, smiling as she shook her head, "How do you know that?"

"I know everything," Kalinda said softly, as the left the apartment.

Angela laughed quietly and turned off the lights to go to bed.

As she entered her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes and opened a drawer in the unit opposite her bed to pull a Georgetown t-shirt out to wear to bed. On top of her favourite t-shirt, circa 1994, she found a Manila envelope. She picked it up and spun it round in her hands, shaking her head, realising that Kalinda had left it there for her to find. The dark-haired beauty figured she would go to Will's shirts - she really did know everything she mused, as she pulled out the grey cotton jersey and slipped it over her head. Angela took the envelope and sat cross-legged on the bed. Opening it she pulled out a collection of photographs and a USB stick along with a note from Kalinda. She switched on the bedside light and began reading. It would be a long night.

A/N: So this was just a little update. Did you think the visitor would be Kalinda? Some people got in touch and guessed – some right, some wrong, sadly I don't have the power to raise the dead! (RIP Will!)