"Shut up Cary," Isabelle hissed as she sat in the passenger side of his car and she ended her call with the garage which was supposed to be picking her car up. She had been fuming after they had told her it was to be another twenty four hours before they would pick it up. She dropped her phone onto her lap and ran a hand through her blonde curly hair as Cary coughed once, keeping his hand on his wheel and looking ahead.

"You know," Cary said softly, "you're seriously not threatening when you're angry."

"Shut up," she snapped again. "Don't annoy me."

"I'm not," Cary said. "I am telling you what I think."

"Just leave it Cary," she pleaded and rested her elbow just below the window as Cary continued driving.

"Fine," Cary said simply. "You don't have to be so defensive Daniels."

"I'm not," she replied. "You're an arse and I'm tired."

"I'm an arse?" he asked her. "How could you say that?"

"You make me pour you a specific amount of sugar into your coffee. You refuse to do any work yourself and make my life easier because I am not just your PA but I also need to help other lawyers who are higher up than you."

"Wow," Cary simply said once. "You really have a low opinion of me."

"Can you blame me?" she replied.

Cary simply chuckled in response and said nothing back to her, unsure of what to say to her in response.

"Where is it you live?" he asked her after a moment of awkward silence.

"The apartment block on West Street," she told him simply and he nodded, tapping it into his Satellite Navigation as Isabelle looked out her window and Cary continued his tapping, one hand remaining on the wheel.

"Bloody thing," he muttered under his breath. "I said West Street!" he snapped and Isabelle turned around and looked out at the machine and then she looked up and out the main window.

"Cary!" she snapped at him and he looked where he was going but it was too late. Cary had managed to hit the sidewalk in his effort not to bump into the car which had pulled out in front of him and was driving too slow for him not to crash into it. The car ran up the curb as Cary hit the break which finally made it stop when his car bashed into the lamppost on the pavement.

"Crap!" Cary shouted as he turned the engine off and airbags were deployed. Isabelle coughed into her airbag as Cary pushed his away, climbing out the car and walking around the car, looking at his bonnet whilst Isabelle pushed her way from the vehicle, stepping onto the pavement and stumbling around to the front with her phone in her hand.

"You idiot!" she simply snapped at Cary. "You should have been looking where you were going!"

"Well excuse me for trying to find out where you lived so I could get you home safely!" Cary hissed back, his face close to Isabelle's as she rolled her eyes.

"You could have let me tap the name into the Sat Nav instead of being an idiot and doing it yourself!"

"Jesus Christ," Cary rested his hands onto the back of his head. "I try and do one nice thing for you and this is how you thank me?"

"You could have almost killed me!" she replied quickly.

"But I didn't, did I?"

"You may have given me whiplash," she replied.

"Then sue me!" Cary spat back.

"So what now?" Isabelle asked as she saw Cary kick the front of his car and he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"I'll call a garage and then you can get a taxi back home," Cary told her.

"Well what are you going to do?" she asked as he began to play on his phone, ignoring her as he groaned out loudly and dropped his phone back into his pocket.

"I have a flat battery," he complained. "I need to borrow your phone."

"Fine," she handed it to him and he began to type buttons into it and then he held it from his ear and looked at it.

"It said that it has no reception," he told her and she raised a brow, taking it from him and switching it off then back on again but it continued to say the same thing.

"How can it have no reception?" she said, holding it into the sky and turning around, causing Cary to chuckle.

"Jesus Christ!" she hit the back of it. "Something must have knocked when we crashed."

"So we're stranded?" Cary checked with her and she began to shiver slightly in the cold air.

"Someone is bound to walk past us soon and have a phone," Isabelle said.

"Like that," Cary said as he saw someone across the road who was walking along. Isabelle remained stood where she was whilst Cary rested a hand onto the man's shoulder, smiling and dialling the number for a garage. Isabelle tapped her foot on the pavement impatiently as Cary walked back over to her, nodding at the man in appreciation and thanks.

"You forgot to call me a cab, didn't you?" she said and Cary pursed his lips.

"You're going to have to wait," he said. "The tow company said they will be here in an hour. You can walk if you want although I don't advise it."

"Why not?"

"You'll have to walk past all the clubs and drunk men are sometimes not nice and you won't have me with you to protect you from them."

"As if I need you," she snorted and Cary began to remove his large winter coat.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"I can't be dealing with a pneumonia case if you die," he told her, placing the coat over her shoulders. "I have enough to do and I can't be bothered to search for a new PA."

"Thanks," she muttered, holding the coat closer to her as Cary opened the back door of his car which was still intact.

"Well we will both freeze if we stand out here for much longer," Cary replied and Isabelle climbed into the backseat, followed by Cary who shut the door, preparing for an hour with his loathing PA.