A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. To get back into the A/W story, I decided to put in a flashback chapter – hope you enjoy it.

This is set around the episode 'Invitation to an Inquest'. It deals with some of the fall out from Will and Alicia's kiss a few episodes earlier in 'Red Team, Blue Team.' For the record, these are two of my favourite episodes!

Chicago, March 2013.

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Addicted To Love (Robert Palmer)

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Will was woken by the sound of his cell phone. He fumbled for it on the nightstand and rubbed his eyes as he read the caller ID.

"Ange, what is it?" He asked, a little concerned as Angela rarely rang him when she was working unless it was important, vital even.

"Sorry if I woke you," she began.

"Don't worry about it, are you OK?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she sighed, "do you know a Justice Roger Ludwig?"

Will was surprised by Angela's question and her tone alarmed him. He held the phone to his ear and sat up, the sheets tangling in his legs, "Yes, Roger Ludwig, the Chicago Supreme Court Justice. Why?"

"He's been brought into the ER. DOA."

"He's dead?" Will clarified, somewhat shocked.

"Yeah, multiple trauma, internal injuries including what looks like a lacerated liver. Autopsy will confirm."

"My God," Will sighed, "he's one of our clients. What happened to him?" He asked rubbing his face.

"Car accident. Not sure about the circs. I gotta go. Speak to you later."

Will let out a breath, "Yeah, thanks Ange," he sat there in the semi-darkness tapping his cell against his chin. It was too early to call anyone, but he sent a quick text to Diane with the news. He wasn't sure how it would affect the firm in the long-term but the Ludwigs were their clients and Roger's wife, Janie, might need some support.

In the morning, Will was woken by his cell phone registering an incoming text: Diane had replied. He read the message then quickly dialled a number. Holding the phone to his ear, he waited for an answer.

"Hey, Alicia," he greeted her. Alicia was a little reticent on the other end. She was cautious about answering her phone so early in the morning, especially since her most recent slip with Will, lest it might arouse suspicion in her kids.

"Will," she began. Before she could object, Will interrupted her, "It's work. Just a heads up that Chicago Supreme Court Justice Roger Ludwig died in a car accident tonight. His wife may need our support."

After they finished their call, Will showered and readied himself for the day. He hoped he could get through another day without any further complications, but he knew that at some point they would have to talk about what happened. They would have to talk about their kiss.

That opportunity came late the following day after they had spent the day at the morgue arguing a case on behalf of Janie Ludwig.

"I don't want to be wary of you, Alicia."

"I know. I don't like it."

"Feels like we're avoiding each other."

"I know. I liked it when we were friends."

"Me too. Then let's do that."

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As he left the office he texted Angela: "You home? Can I come round?"

He didn't know it but Alicia held back on her way to the elevator as she saw Will in front of her fiddling with his cell phone. She didn't want to get into the elevator with him. Their timing! It wasn't always bad, but elevators sure as hell played a part in it. Getting into an enclosed space together so soon after their passion-fuelled kiss would be too much. Alicia felt she couldn't trust herself to be alone with Will. She wasn't sure why she had kissed him, although she was pretty sure why he kissed her: he felt something for her - something more than she would admit she felt for him.

On the drive to Angela's apartment, Will recalled his most recent moment of weakness, or more honestly, moment of undying passion, with Alicia. They had kissed in her office. He thought about their 'moments' and they were tied to drama or weakness, but an undying connection that had lingered since Georgetown.

He thought about how he entered her office, yelling at her about the Thief energy drink mock trial, as he thought she had brought their personal life into the courtroom; she'd let problems from Lockhart/Gardner impact the trial. He knew she was upset, and rightly so, about her partnership being withdrawn, but he wasn't prepared for her angry response. She replied to his raised tone with equal anger. Gradually they moved closer until they reached for each other, their mouths meeting hungrily as they expelled their pent-up passions. Pulling apart, they both issued regrets, with Alicia running out of the office and into the security of a lone elevator ride. In her haste she left her things behind but that didn't matter. All that mattered to her was getting away from Will. Will scolded himself but thinking back, they kissed each other. It wasn't as if he had forced himself on her – they both leant in to devour each other with their tongues. He sighed as he flicked on the turn signal to pull into Angela's apartment building.

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Will had already told Angela about the kiss he shared with Alicia. What he wanted to talk about was how things had changed. They sat together on her couch, a bottle of wine open in front of them. Angela thought it was only a matter of time before they got to the bourbon.

"Since we kissed, we've been different. It has been awkward between us. I, I," he paused as he looked for the right words, "I don't know what to do around her, how to act. It's not like I think we will fall into each other's arms again, well," he smirked at Angela, "might be nice," he winked, "but being together drives us one way or the other at the moment – pleasure or pain."

Angela took a drink of her wine. "You're avoiding her," she gestured.

"Yeah, but," he sighed, leaning back on the sofa, "I don't know if that is a good thing as it will only let the tension develop until we're alone again."

"Maybe we should go back to the 1920s and get you a chaperone!" she joked.

He laughed and took a drink of his wine.

"I miss being her friend," he said honestly, putting his glass down and moving his body so that he was facing Angela on the couch. "When she first became a junior associate we found ourselves turning back the clock and becoming like we were at Georgetown. I was happy and relaxed around her, we could joke and laugh and, arghhhh," he sighed loudly, "be ourselves, no pretence," he cut the air with his hand over the last phrase.

The corner of Angela's mouth came up in a half smile, "I know. You were different." Will stiffened at the comment. "Maybe different isn't the right word. You seemed happy to be in the office, whereas before you lived for the thrill of court and hated paperwork, but when Alicia joined, you enjoyed being there – maybe you were just waiting for a glimpse as she walked by your office – make use of those glass walls," she chuckled.

Will smiled, "First of all, I still hate paperwork," he said shaking his head, "secondly, you've never liked the glass and I do have drapes, but yeah, your third point is correct," he sighed, "I used to stare out into the hallway waiting for her to come up, then try to look busy when she glanced over at me," he chuckled.

"So childish," she mocked, laughing with him.

"I know! But it was exciting," he continued, getting a little more animated, "I was so pleased to have connected with her again. I missed her and loved spending time with her, even though at the end of every day she went home to her kids, or Peter."

"Until she kicked him out," Angela added. "And you jumped into her bed," she said a little sarcastically.

"I didn't jump into her bed!" he protested.

"Well, you weren't exactly shy about it," she countered.

Will wrinkled his face and bobbed his head from side to side, "True," he smiled.

The sound of Will's cell phone vibrating at an incoming call broke up their conversation. He leant forward to pick it up from the coffee table. "Alicia," he said looking at the screen, "I'd better take this." Angela nodded and got up from the couch.

"Alicia, hey," Will said.

"Sorry for calling you so late, I just wanted to talk about the Hellman case for tomorrow."

"OK," Will replied, "I'll just grab my notes." He put his hand across the mouthpiece and whispered to Angela, "This won't take long – its work." She nodded from her place at the kitchen counter.

Will talked to Alicia and Angela watched him closely as she prepared some food for them. Even talking to her on the phone seemed to unnerve him these days. Not in a bad way per se, but in a sense of not knowing exactly what he was doing. The sexual tension between the two lawyers was palpable and Angela was acutely aware that it would bubble over again soon, however hard Will tried to fight it.

As she moved to place a tray into the oven, she noticed her iPod in its dock and chuckled. She selected a song and pressed play so that the tune quietly filled the apartment. At that moment she thought it really reflected her friend's feelings and quandary. Will looked over at her and tilting his head backwards, furrowed his brow in a questioning manner over the music. Angela smiled back at him, dancing a little in the kitchen, "Listen to the lyrics my friend!" He smiled and shook his head.

After ending his call with Alicia, he walked over to the kitchen and placed his palms flat on the counter. "Addicted To Love? Seriously Ange!" he joked. She nodded, singing along, "There's no doubt, you're in deep; Your throat is tight, you can't breathe; Another kiss is all you need."

Will laughed and shook his head as he came around the counter and took her hands in his. As they swayed to the music, he pulled her tight, "Aargghhh! Why is nothing simple?"

"Because simple would be boring. And you my friend, are never boring."

He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. "We should have stayed in Baltimore." She giggled and smacked him on the bottom as the song ended.

A/N: So let me know what you think.