Ross woke up on the couch, not being able to bring himself to sleep in Rachel's bed. His first move was to shower. He then went to his hotel, checked out, and got his bags. He took them to Rachel's apartment and went out again. He called and left a message for his Department Head to ask for another week of vacation. He bought some more clothes, as he had only packed for 4 days, and another suitcase to take the clothes home at the end of the week.

He hoped he wouldn't have to, but just in case.

He then went out and explored. Rachel's apartment overlooked the Arc de Triomphe, and that was his first destination. He toured the Louvre, looking at the antiquities such as The Seated Scribe and the mummies. His next tour was of the Sainte Chapelle Cathedral. He took a cab back to Rachel's apartment, took another shower, and set out for a restaurant.

His day was full, and full of thoughts of Rachel. She'd told him how she'd done these tours and she thought of him while she did. She actually knew some of the history behind the relics in The Louvre thanks to him, and it actually made it more fulfilling for her to see them, knowing that one piece of information the tour guide gave was wrong.

When he got back, there was a message giving permission for him to stay another week. Things were starting to look up.

He talked to Rachel a couple times that day. They didn't talk about the future, past him staying with her and Emma for a week. They talked about Mark and Emily, and Rachel told of how she asked for a transfer to another department immediately to get away from them.

But it was a key piece of information that let Ross get out of a particularly delicate situation.

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On Saturday, Ross was getting ready to tour The Catacombs of Paris, that he got the shock of his life.

He opened the door to leave, and was met by Emily.

"Hello, Ross, can we talk for a little while?"

Ross was taken aback, but plowed on. "Sure, Emily. Would you like some breakfast? My treat."

"That sounds lovely," she responded and led the way to a small café nearby.

After ordering, she dropped a bomb on him. "I still miss you. Every night. I'm divorced, because I never really loved him. I loved you, and still do. More than anything."

Ross was touched. "Emily. I had no idea. I've thought about you, thought of calling you. When you called me before you got married, I almost called and asked you back. I missed you so much."

"I had no idea that you felt this way."

Ross took her hands in his and looked deep in her eyes. "Can…Can we try again?" Ross looked, holding his breath.

"I don't know," began Emily, frowning, but smiling on the inside. It was working, just like he said. "I mean, we've both been through so much, and I'd like to start over, but, I still don't know if I can trust you."

Ross took her hands and gazed into her eyes. "You want me to move out of Rachel's? I'll go to a hotel. Never speak to her again. Give her full custody of our daughter. Name it. I'll do it. I want you back so bad," Ross pleaded.

"I want you too. So bad. But, you've had a baby with Rachel, what are you going to do about that," she asked.

"I do, but we have no future together. I flew here to spend it with Emma. It was going to be almost torture for me to be with Rachel."

"Baby, I'm so happy we're back together. I live on the other side of the city, and I can't wait," Emily said, her foot leaving nothing to his imagination.

"We can go to Rachel's. What better way to prove to you how I feel?"

They raced to her apartment. Once they stepped inside, they began kissing. He took off her clothes, piece by piece, until she was clad only in her socks. He, down to his dinosaur boxers, pushed her toward the front door, kissing her tender spot on her shoulder.

She was dripping wet, and begging for him to take her. He pushed her up against the wall, right next to the door.

He freed his left hand from her breast and rattled the doorknob. She was too far gone to realize it, until he opened the door and pushed her out and slammed it in her shocked face.

He walked to the phone and got Rachel's phone book. He called Mark and told him where to find his girlfriend and her purse. Her clothes were on the sidewalk, thrown over the balcony. Mark knew when he was beaten. But that didn't stop him from hating.

Then he called Rachel. He told her everything, and she laughed until her sides hurt. She told Monica and Chandler. They didn't find it nearly as funny. Monica said something about how his plan had worked when her's hadn't. Chandler asked why Ross hadn't simply cut off her pinky toe.

Then Rachel went to the bedroom and helped him with a problem. Acting or not, she was still gorgeous naked. Rachel knew how to deal with that problem, she and Ross had a lot of experience doing that over the phone from their time dating.