"Can I have a word?" Cary asked Will the next day as he strolled into his office, only to see Alicia sat in the seat opposite Will, leaning in closely before the man looked up at Cary, raising a brow as Alicia stood up.

"I shall talk to you about the Holmes case another day," she shrugged off, nodding once at Cary as she shut the door and the young man took a seat in the chair Alicia had vacated.

"What can I do for you Cary?" Will wondered, clasping his hands together and resting them on his lap whilst Cary rested his hands onto the arms of his chair.

"Miss Daniels," he said simply. "She informed me of her history."

Will coughed once for a moment, looking sceptical as to what to say to Cary.

"And what did she tell you?" Will wondered, not wanting to put his foot into anything with him presuming what Cary knew.

"She told me that she is a recovering drug user," Cary said, "heroin to be precise."

"And why would Miss Daniels tell you this?" Will wondered. "I thought she wanted it to be private."

"She did," Cary said. "It is irrelevant as to why she told me."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because...well...it sounds stupid...but I wanted to know if there is anything I should know."

"I don't know what you mean," Will admitted to him.

"Well, is there any chance that I could help her?" Cary wondered. "She works for me effectively and I want to make sure she won't relapse."

"And am I the person to ask about this?" Will replied. "If you're so concerned about Isabelle then why do you not ask her yourself?"

"Miss Daniels and I don't always see eye to eye," Cary admitted.

"I am aware," Will nodded once. "She has been in the staff room and your name and the word arsehole seem to be used in sentences a lot."

"That's her favourite word for me," Cary grinned cockily once as Will remained tight lipped. "I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do for her."

"I am really not the person to speak to about this Cary," Will said and Cary stood up, buttoning his jacket and knowing it was the end of the conversation. "I didn't know you cared for Miss Daniels as much as this."

"I don't," Cary quickly defended himself. "She's a good PA."

"Is that all she is Cary?"

"She's a colleague," Cary stated simply.

"Good," Will said, knowing he was about to be hypocritical but by doing so he would be giving the boy some advice, "because work based relationships don't work that well. Especially with lawyers Cary."

"I'll take your word for it."

...

"The bill for your car came in," Isabelle said, standing in the doorway of Cary's office as she held a letter in her hand as it scratched her left arm up and down repeatedly.

"How much?" Cary asked, looking up from his work and onto the young blonde.

"I think you'd best look," she handed him the letter and shut the door to his office whilst he whistled lowly.

"That's this month's pay packet blown," he complained and Isabelle smirked lightly.

"You're itching," Cary said, picking his pen up and writing down onto paper whilst Isabelle shifted uncomfortably.

"I do that sometimes," she whispered. "It's nothing."

"Come here," Cary said, indicating to the sofa and she raised a brow. "I won't kill you."

"I'm aware," she said and sat down onto the sofa as Cary turned his leather chair around, sitting opposite her as his hands moved to the end of her shirt sleeve. Neither one of them spoke as Cary unbuttoned the cuff and rolled the sleeve up, turning her arm around where he saw all the small scars on her arm. He leaned back and picked up his cold water bottle, pressing it onto her arm.

"The coolness should stop you from itching," he muttered. "It looks like you may have a rash too."

"You don't need to help me," she told him. "I know it's ugly to even look at."

"It's not that bad Isabelle," he murmured.

"Yes it is," she replied. "I can't even wear normal clothes without being reminded of what I did."

"I think the clothes you wear are nice," Cary told her with a smirk, "I personally cannot fault Topshop."

Isabelle snorted at him for a moment and laughed once, looking into his eyes as he smiled back at her.

"See," he said. "I'm not an arse all the time."

...

"I hired you to tell me where she is," an angry voice snapped at Kalinda as the private investigator looked at him, her eyebrows raised and her hands on her hips.

"And I told you," she lied, "I cannot find her anywhere."

"Then I want my money back," the man huffed, "and I will find someone else to get her."

"Good luck with that," Kalinda snorted and handed him a wad of cash. "You'll never find her."

"I don't even want to tell you how wrong you are," the man chuckled once and walked away whilst Kalinda made her way back into work, her thoughts occupying her mind as she looked into the office of the newbie, Cary Agos. She saw the blonde girl sat on his sofa as Cary held something to her arm. Maybe she had cut herself? Kalinda looked at Isabelle Daniels, hoping she knew what kind of trouble she could be in with her previous client.