After briefly arguing with Cary about whether or not they could make money on the case, Alicia walked into court, fully preened and elegant. She was not planning to look untidy in a court with Will. That would only make him chuckle at the mistake she had made by leaving Lockhart/Gardner. A few minutes later, the tension in court had already risen.

"No, the question, Your Honour, is one of theft. All derivative-" Alicia began. Will interrupted,

"There was no theft here. Again, Mrs Florrick is trying to-"

"If there was no theft, then why is the plaintiff trying to change the subject," Cary broached, also standing up.

"It's not," Mr Preston protested, standing, "to insist on a derivative copyright."

"Can I get a new chair? Mine squeaks," Rowby asked.

"Another chair for Mr Canton," the judge said to the officer, sounding sick of the arguments already. A few minutes later, after the judge had clarified what both sides were actually fighting for, Alicia began to question Rowby, her client, as a witness. First, she played his cover of the Rebel Kane song, to which he smiled proudly at.

"You wrote this song, Mr Canton?" Alicia asked him, standing in between the plaintiff and the defence tables.

"Objection, Your Honor. Vague," Will put in, a hand against his blazer buttons.

"How is it being vague?" Alicia asked, sounding confused, but also slightly unnerved.

"Are you asking if he wrote the lyrics or the arrangement or the flute part or-"

The judge sighed. "We get it, Mr Gardner. Sit. Sustained. Just be more clear, Mrs Florrick."

"Rowby," Alicia started, "when you say you wrote this song, you mean the melody, correct?"

"Leading, Your Honor," Will put in again. With bubbling anger, Alicia said,

"You were the one who wanted clarity!"

"From him, not you," Will said with almost a smirk. The judge spoke.

"That's an odd objection, Mr Gardner, but accurate. I'll sustain."

Mr Preston, Will's co-councillor, asked him what he was doing.

"I'm breaking up her rhythm," Will said, a smile gracing his lips, "She hates it more than anything."

Though Alicia didn't hear their murmured conversation, she gritted her teeth because she was rightfully angry at Will for throwing unnecessary objects her way.

"Rowby, who wrote the original song? Um, the rap song?" Alicia said. After hearing a quiet snort from Will, she realised what he was doing. She had told him all about her first time in court, where every single objection threw her. He was doing this now. That was terrible of him but Alicia noted that it was not like he hadn't done it before. She should have expected him to do this after already bringing up their night in New York in court.

"Rebel Kane," Rowby answered, putting his face closer to the microphone.

"And Rowby…"

"Yeah?"

"How did it come to you," she started, closing her eyes briefly as she tried to envision what to say next, "to cover a rap song in this way?"

"Objection. Calls for a narrative," Will said. Alicia scoffed and said,

"Your Honour, council is clearly making trivial objections to throw me off my pace!"

She couldn't help but glower at Will again. He only grinned back. Why did he have to make a supposedly simple case ten times more difficult?

"Yes, Mr Gardner, stop it. You may answer the question," the judge responded with a steely gaze.

"I don't remember the question," Rowby said into the microphone. The judge yelled,

"I don't either!"

This is exactly Mr Gardner's intention, Alicia wanted to say but held it back. She would not let another objection throw her. She repeated the question clearly, which only enhanced Will's glare.

"It was the year anniversary of my dad's death, and I saw a video of Rick Astley covering a rap song and I thought it was funny," Rowby answered, a bright smile still on his face.

"It seems odd. How are we supposed to believe he remembers what he was doing on the anniversary of his dad's death?" Mr Preston murmured to Will, but it was loud enough for Alicia to hear. She could remember what she'd been doing on the anniversary of her dad's death. She'd been serving a case with Will, during their affair. It involved a British businessman and a remote British court. Of course, Will tolerated her then. More than tolerated her actually.

"I ask for a dismissal of this case because the book was merely a warning," Will and Alicia's co-councillor said.

"That's an odd interpretation of the law, Your Lordship," the opposition with an unfortunate name protested.

"No, Mr Thrush. I'm sorry. I don't think it's a strange interpretation of the law at all. In fact it seems right."

Knowing what this meant, Alicia glanced at Will, who offered her one of the smiles he saved just for her. She could feel her heartbeat getting faster and her cheeks flushing red. Exactly a year before, she had been grieving her father Judge Cavanaugh's death, but today, she wasn't grieving because Will was her reward.

"We would agree with Mr Brannon and therefore dismiss this suit in letter rogatory."

Their co-councillor immediately beamed and went to hug their client. Noticing Will's hand on the desk, Alicia put her hand next to his and stroked her pinky along his. Despite making no expression on his face, Will responded by squeezing her hand for a brief second. This was everything he had wanted: for Alicia to choose him to celebrate a victory with in private. He wanted to clasp her to his chest in front of everyone, but she had to keep up appearances. To everyone else, she was still married to Peter, but to him, they were in love.

Alicia shook herself out of the memory. By the time she did, Will had already asked the judge for a recess, which had been granted. Alicia stalked out the courthouse and Cary followed shortly behind.

"You know what he's doing?" Alicia hissed to Cary, "I told him about my first time in court, about how all the objections threw me."

"Yeah, and he's using it," Cary said.

"You know how cold that is?" Alicia said angrily, walking away.

"Alicia!" Cary called back, "He's trying to play you. You're doing what he wants. You're being played. He wants you to think how low it is of him, so don't!"

"You're right," Alicia said, nodding. An idea had sparked in her head at Cary's words. She could play just as low. She walked off, plans already filling her head of the outfit she had to put on. Cary asked,

"Where are you going?"

"To change."