"A tequila shot is compulsory," Alicia informed Isabelle as they sat in the bar down the road from Lockhart and Gardner and Isabelle looked at Alicia and then at Kalinda who was nodding from behind her friend.

"Even if it isn't a tradition it does help," Kalinda shrugged and Isabelle looked at the drink and downed it quickly, coughing once as the other two left their drinks untouched and chuckled at her.

"That's nasty," she complained.

"Well there are plenty more of them coming for you," Alicia assured her and Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"I don't think so," she said. "I have work tomorrow."

"Don't we all?" Kalinda raised a brow and downed her own drink whilst Alicia chuckled and downed her tequila, moving her nose as she did so.

"I really should be getting home," Isabelle declared and Alicia shook her head.

"You need to have more fun!"

"And that is coming from the woman who doesn't take her own advice," Kalinda said. "Both of you wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face."

"I have two kids and a mother in law who makes my life a living hell," Alicia said, her eyes narrowed. "I can have fun when I want to."

"Well in that case I will stay," Isabelle said. "On the condition there shall be vodka and coke."

"Coming up," Kalinda said and gained the barman's attention as Isabelle noted a tall man walking into the bar and she rolled her eyes, resting her head onto her hand as she leaned into the bar.

"Mike is on the prowl," she declared and the two women looked around before looking back at Isabelle.

"He's seen you," Alicia said.

"Isabelle," his voice suddenly spoke and the blonde turned in her stool and smiled at the man she was PA for and he gave her a toothy grin back.

"Hey Mike."

"I didn't know you would be here," he informed her.

"It's a girl thing," Alicia said.

"Oh right," Mike spoke. "Then won't you need some male company to make the night?"

"I doubt it," Kalinda said in a mutter but the man took the stool next to Isabelle's and she began to drink her vodka and coke quicker than normal as he began to converse with her. It didn't take long before she began to feel woozy. Alicia noted it and Kalinda silently made her excuse to leave whilst Alicia took a call, informing her that her daughter had been ill and so she felt as though she should leave. But she didn't want to leave Isabelle with Mike in her drunken state.

And so she dialled the only man she knew would look after the secretary.

"And why are you calling me so late?" Cary asked when he picked up his mobile. He was still at the State's Attorney Office and preparing for a case he had the following day whilst Alicia rolled her eyes.

"You need to get down to Miguel Bar," she said to him.

"And why would I need to do that?"

"Because your ex girlfriend is drunk and I don't think her new boss would mind taking advantage of her," Alicia said.

"Technically we were never girlfriend or boyfriend," Cary simply replied back to her.

"Stop being an arse and get down here."

"Why can't you look after her?"

"Because I need to get home and her apartment is nowhere near mine," Alicia said.

"And I'm busy too," Cary replied.

"Do you care for her?" Alicia snapped and Cary said nothing in response. "We both know that you do and so stop being a stuck up lawyer and get down here and apologise for what you said. Be the bigger man and don't let Mike get his way."

"Why do you even care?"

"Because I've been the one who has seen her moping around the office because she misses you and I know she doesn't want Mike but she wants you."

"She made it clear that she didn't want me when she poured her drink on my head."

"You really do not understand women Cary," Alicia sighed. "Now get down here."

...

"I'm here," Cary snapped when he saw Alicia and he saw Isabelle's bright blonde hair at the bar and the man beside her.

"She's over there. She's all yours," Alicia said and scampered off quickly.

Cary sighed once, moving over to the bar and standing behind Isabelle.

"Let's get you home," he demanded from her and she turned around and saw him, snorting once and rolling her eyes.

"Are you seriously telling me what to do?" she asked him. "You don't control me."

"Agos is it?" Mike checked. "Why don't you just leave Isabelle alone?"

"Why don't you just shut up?" Cary wondered.

"Hey," Mike snapped back at him. "Less of that. Isabelle can make up her mind. And she wants to stay here with me."

"I don't think she does," Cary shook his head. "Now come on Isabelle."

"Why are you even here?" Isabelle wondered.

"Alicia wanted me to give you a ride home."

"I can do that," Mike piped up.

"I am sure you could," Cary said with irony in his voice.

"What are you implying?" Mike asked; standing up as Isabelle did the same, stepping between the two men.

"Both of you can pack it in," she warned them.

"No," Mike said. "He doesn't seem to get the message you want nothing to do with him."

"And you don't seem to get the message that she wants nothing to do with you."

"We will let her be the decider of that," Mike hissed.

"Oh my God," Isabelle complained. "It's like being in high school."

"At least I never hurt her," Mike said. "We all know what you said about her."

"Well at least I'm not the office creep who keeps leering at her," Cary replied and Mike leaned forward, knocking Isabelle out of his way as he grabbed onto the collar of Cary's coat, pushing him against the bar and causing bottles to fall onto the floor.

"Mike!" Isabelle snapped.

"Want to say that to my face again Agos?"

"I'd love to," Cary replied in a hiss as he pushed Mike from him and the blonde haired man was hit by a punch straight from Mike and Cary fell back, grabbing onto his chin as Mike advanced towards him.

"Pack it in!" Isabelle snapped at Mike, stopping him from getting to Cary as she looked back at the young blonde haired man. "Now go home."

"And where are you going?"

"To sort Cary out," she said and Cary followed her from the bar as she found his car and he unlocked the doors and they both climbed in with silence looming between them.

"I knew you'd come back with me," Cary stated.

"Here," Isabelle said and pressed a tissue from her clutch onto Cary's bleeding lip and allowed him to take hold of it.

"Where are you going?" he asked as she climbed from the car.

"I'm going to call a cab and go home."

"I can drive you," Cary said.

"I'd rather walk."

"Don't be daft."

"I'm not."

"I didn't mean what I said."

"Yes you did. I'm just a PA with tight skirts, remember?"

"But they're nice tight skirts," Cary assured her.

"It's going to take more than that to make it up to me Cary."