Feeling better, but still tired, Rachel stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. As she got dressed and did her make-up, she heard Mike playing with Emma. She smiled as she realized that Mike had nothing to worry about when it came to fatherhood. He was a natural.

She stepped out of the bathroom and Emma ran up for a hug. "Mommy. We go see Auntie Onica and Unca Chanrer. We go see Erica and Jack. YAY! Can take dolly?"

"Guess what, we're not just going to see them today, but for a couple days. We're staying there."

"YAY!" Emma cried, not completely understanding.

"Ready to go? We've got about a 45 minute drive," Mike asked. The only thing they brought from the car was her small travel bag with her change of clothes. They grabbed it as they headed out the door.

With Emma in her car seat and driving through traffic, they headed toward Chandler and Monica's house. She was a little apprehensive at seeing Ross, but that was overwhelmed with the joy of seeing everyone else.

"Thanks for taking Emma while I showered. She sounded like she was having fun," Rachel said.

"Yeah, she was an angel. We all miss her, and you. Those weekly phone calls aren't enough."

"I agree. I miss you guys, too. The good news is that when you and Phoebe come to visit, you can take Emma. You're great with her," she said, looking at him as he blushed. "You are. You're great with kids. And you'll make a great father."

"I shouldn't say this. It was supposed to be a surprise. Phoebe's pregnant."

"Mike, that's so great. If you weren't driving, I'd give you a hug. Congratulations. How long has she been pregnant?"

"About 3 months. She's been wearing loose tops so she can hide even the little bit that's showing, she wanted this to be a surprise. She was waiting until today to tell everyone. Please, be surprised, okay?"

"No problem." She kissed her hand and pressed it to his cheek. "That'll have to do for now."

They pulled into the driveway.

--

Ross walked in the front door, carrying a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates in one hand and a big teddy bear in the other. "Yes, I'm looking for Rachel Green's office," Ross said. The receptionist looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language, and he got worried. Then she turned to her computer for a moment and turned back to Ross.

"Oui. Mademoiselle Green is on the seventeenth floor, 1709. Elevators are over there," she pointed to the left.

He walked that way and waited for it to arrive. He pushed the button for the seventeenth floor and couldn't help smiling. This was it.

He got off and looked at the office numbers, heading toward Rachel's office. As he passed 1708, he looked in and saw…

MARK!

Here? Why? When?

His jaw was on the floor as Mark looked up and saw him.

"Ross! Hey, good to see you, pal. What are you doing here," Mark asked cheerfully.

Ross just gaped.

"Wha- Wha- Mark? Is that you," Ross asked.

"Yeah, I've been here about a year. I was in New York for a meeting when I saw you guys. I'm based out of here."

Mark was loving this. His revenge was almost complete. He had tried before to break them up, and it did work…almost. Him bringing her to Paris was also part of his plan, and it also worked. Almost. All it would take is one more thing to drive her into his arms.

Up until now, he'd been the soul of tact. He'd been her friend, he'd let her cry on his shoulder when she first got to Paris and was homesick.

He'd almost had her when they were back in New York. Keeping her late hours, knowing her jealous boyfriend, all played into his hand. Then they'd gone on a break and he'd given her a shoulder to cry on. She thought he just didn't get it when she was on the phone with Ross and he was talking to her. He knew. He wasn't an idiot.

Then she said she didn't want to be with him. And that got him mad. He wanted Rachel, but not as a girlfriend. He wanted her to feel that pain that he felt. He didn't care about the morning after.

Her being fired from Gucci was luck that played into his plan. And now, by another stroke of luck, his plan was almost complete.

Ross was still in shock. "Where's Rachel?" He knew that she'd be able to explain it, and if she couldn't, then he got a trip to Paris out of it at least.

"She's not here. She went to New York," Mark said.

Shocked, and spilling chocolates, Ross walked back toward the elevators. Mark picked up the phone.

"Hey...Yeah, he's here...Surprised me too...On the way to the lobby...Ok...Love you,too." Mark hung up with a smile.

--

Ross went back to the lobby, pulling out his cell phone. It wouldn't work in the elevator, but it would when he got into the lobby.

The doors opened, and he got his next big shock.

"Emily?"

Ross now hated Paris.

--

Mike knocked at the door and walked in. "Hey, everyone, look what I found." Sixteen eyes, to include Monica's parents, all looked toward the door.

Rachel came around him with Emma in her arms and a huge smile on her face.

Suddenly, Monica's living room was turned into chaos. Monica and Chandler, knowing she was coming, was simply pleased. Joey and Phoebe were overjoyed. Everyone rushed her and gave hugs. Jack took the baby while Judy hugged Rachel.

Rachel saw one was missing.

"Where's Ross," she asked with a huge smile on her face.

Phoebe and Joey both jumped back and shouted "ROSS!" This was the scenario they hadn't expected or anticipated.

"Don't worry, Rach. He's spending the morning with Ben. He should be here any time now," Monica said.

But, Rachel was watching Joey, who suddenly found the ceiling fascinating.

"Joey?"

No answer.

"Joey," Rachel growled.

Joey started, "Um, Rachel, see, it's like this. Haha, you're gonna love this. This is so funny. So funny that Phoebe has to tell you about it," he said as he stepped behind Phoebe.

"Pheebs? What's going on?" To say Rachel was confused was an understatement.

"Well, Rach, you look great," she said and sat down, leaving Joey unprotected.

"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Rachel was rapidly losing her patience.

Monica took Emma from her father since she was starting to squirm, handed her off to Chandler and pointed to the playroom. Chandler threw her a look asking "Why me?" Monica whispered, "Who tells stories better, you or me?"

Chandler started to argue, then nodded and left the room with Emma.

Rachel was looking at Joey and Phoebe angrily.

Joey stood in front of Rachel and took her hands in his. "He went to Paris to spend Thanksgiving with you. He was supposed to meet you at your office and spend the weekend with you and Emma." He got the Joey Eye Twinkle and said, "its actually really romantic."

Rachel was struck. "Yes, it is. Ah. What a great…MY OFFICE? NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rachel had to sit down, and the floor was available, so it worked out.

"No, no, no, no, no, please God no," Rachel was begging.

Monica came up and kneeled next to her. "Rachel, what's going on?"

"Monica, there's something I never told you or Ross. You see, Mark works right next door to me. I didn't tell Ross because I didn't think he could handle that." She dug out her cell phone and rapidly dialed Ross' number.