So my e-mail never pops up on my chapters, which bothers me, but whatever. I'd like to thank Fireblossom for the awesome reviews she leaves me at every chapter, technicolouredeyes , Anne Heartwood, and Gezi Thanks! Oh and all you who put me on you're Alert List! Still on the search for an editor; if you're interested hit me up. Disclaimer: I know it's hard to believe…Sailor Moon isn't mine. On that note…I don't own any of the liquors mentioned here either…if I did, I might just have enough to buy Sailor Moon…sigh

By three o' clock Serena and Andrew both had already had two ice cream cones, and a sundae or two. At long last their binge ended at a local coffee shop where they downed a cup of black coffee to "balance out" all of the sugar they'd consumed.

"Drew, here are my keys. Make yourself comfortable in my apartment. I have to go turn this brief in. I shouldn't take too long, but if I do, the fridge is full…but you won't like my taste in alcohol. Smirnoff's and 'Hard' Lemonade don't seem like the manliest drinks available to you…"

"Don't worry about it Usa, after our sugar spree I don't feel much like eating or drinking. I will take those keys and catch a cab. If you need something go ahead and call me. "

"Will do Drew!"

Leaving a couple of bills to cover their tab, the two blondes walked to the outside where they both waited for a cab. The silence this time around wasn't heavy or lingering, it was a tell tale sign that everything was right back to the way it should have been between them.

The ride to the office of Mr. Shields was quiet. Thankfully she had crept into one of the few cabs who had a capable driver. The man exchanged formalities with her and then kept quiet, something she was grateful for, too many were the times the poor girl entered a cab only to be told "what a pretty lady" she was.

The busy office was streaming with people. In and out, they scurried about the building in such a way Serena was comforted by the thought that she worked at a private firm. Although it occasionally got hectic it never looked like this place.

The receptionist was a brunette with dark beady eyes. Dressed in a tiny black skirt suit, it was a miracle she was able to do anything without flashing her co-workers. Maybe that was her intention; regardless she made sure to keep Serena waiting even before she managed to question if ADA Shields was even present at the moment.

"Miss. Miss…I've been trying to see Mr. Shields for a while now."

"Yes, so it seems." drawled the annoyed voice of said receptionist.

"I've been waiting out here about an hour. I need to deliver this to you're boss."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"I don't need one."

"Of course you do. Now if that's all I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The lazy voice continued, ignoring the red that seemed to be seeping into the blonds face, "Mr. Shields is a very busy man, he doesn't have time for people like you."

"Really? Watch him run out in a heartbeat." Bypassing the hussy in front of her, the small blond raced to the door labeled 'Shields' and commenced pounding on the wooden door. Turning her face to see the look on the shocked receptionist face, she failed to notice when the door opened. Before she realized what happened, her hand was trapped in a much larger one.

Squeaking her astonishment, the tiny women blushed at her bizarre situation. Somehow she always managed to put herself in rather odd circumstances.

"I tried to stop her Mr. Shields. She said she had some important business she had to discuss with you. The lady didn't have an appointment, so I kindly asked her to leave."

"First of all I'd appreciate if that woman would refrain from her sarcastic remarks. Really I'm not the one showing half the world my ass, and on top of that, it would be super if she stopped lying about being kind. I was told that YOU didn't have time for people like me. I'll keep that in mind when I run through another one of you're damn briefs."

"Serena lets not discuss this in public." His velvet like voice enveloped her and kept her quiet for the time being. The once noisy office had died down to see the confrontation between the two women, at his words the employees of the building resumed their busy lives. "Anne, we'll discuss this later."

"Yes, Mr. Shields."

Closing the door behind them with an audible thud he turned to her. His azure eyes were piercing, and his perfect lips were only inches above hers. "Why is it that you insist on embarrassing me?"

With a glance of her own she decided to play the victim. "Darien, I wouldn't have had to cause a scene if you picked your receptionist on intellect rather than looks. She was utterly rude, I wasn't about to be shown up by her in a public place!" The blush she had acquired moments ago abated as the proximity between them grew. His tall stature always made her look up, another thing she hated about the perfect man in front of her.

Running his hand through his ebony hair he let out a quiet sigh. Turning his eyes on her once again, he pressed her up against the wall. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous." His warm breath sent tingles up her spine. Still angry that she had to have a fighting match with a receptionist to see his sardonic face, she tried pushing him away. Infinitely shorter than him, this really did nothing to remedy the situation. His hands gently ran up her sides as he whispered into her ear "If you want me that bad Serena, all you had to do was tell me."

"In you're dreams Shields. Let's get down to business. If you would kindly remove yourself from me and sit on a chair like a polite gentleman, we can proceed with what was supposed to be a short meeting."

His chiseled featured didn't so match as twitch with humor as he pulled away from the lovely blond. "Fine. My work day ends shortly so I'd appreciate it if you proceeded with this short meeting."

Looking for her black briefcase around her she remembered she'd left it outside, next to the chair she sat in for the better part of an hour. "Give me a second." The blush crept back up as she exited his office, the stellar performance she'd given as a competent attorney crashed as she remembered what a ditz she was. The righteous sentence she'd mentioned while his lithe form covered hers seemed silly when she wasn't prepared.

Turning her head as she neared the floozy that was the receptionist she reached for her briefcase and darted back into the dimly lit office.

"Here. I've gone through it like eight times. I highlighted you're faulty arguments, and what would defiantly be motions to dismiss you're case. I've taken the liberty to rewrite and include arguments that are not very likely to be refuted by a defense attorney. Whether you take my considerations to heart is you're problem if you have any questions fell free to contact Rei. She should be back in her office by Monday. Before you open you're mouth to protest, I realize you're case goes to trial the Wednesday after, but I'm no longer a part of this case. I guess if it's something vitally important you have until today to go over it and call me. Midnight Shields, and no later, because if I see you're name on either my cell or my Caller ID on my house phone, I won't pick up. Hell I'll turn off my answering machine so you don't even get to hear my beautiful voice.

I'm hoping this was brief enough for you, because I have people to see, people who don't have infuriating secretaries to deal with. So if you'll excuse me, I'll see myself out."

Without a backwards glance she plopped the files onto Darien's desk and gathered the rest of her belongings, quickly shoving back the chair she presently occupied, Serena flounced her way out of Darien's office.

So I'm ending it here. It's only half of the original chapter, but I didn't have time to edit the other half. It shouldn't take too long for me to update, but you never know with school. Still R&R it makes me feel loved!

-Bunnie