"Thanks for the promotion," Isabelle told Will for the second time that day as she sorted out the files on her desk outside of his office and he shrugged as he stood in front of her desk.

"You've been working really well and deserved it," he said to her. "Now I have that case this afternoon and it is in court and well...I need you there but..."

"I know," she said. "I know he's going to be there."

"Have you two not sorted anything out?" Will asked her and she shook her head.

"He was in the same bar as me and Maria the other week and he...I don't even know why I'm telling you this because it isn't important to you," she shook her head and Will sat down in the chair opposite the desk outside his office.

"Go on," he urged her. "I do care Isabelle...I'm not all dull and work based. Besides, I've known you for years."

"I saw him pulling another girl," she said. "The worst part of it was that he did it right in front of my face as if he wanted to rub it in."

"He probably did," Will said honestly. "He's like that."

"Well I don't care," Isabelle shrugged and Will saw through her facade. "I'll have the papers ready by two."

"You're a star," he winked and stood up, walking through the corridors until he got to Alicia's office, shutting the door as she smiled up at him.

"I think it's a good job I gave her that promotion," Will told Alicia and she nodded, still working as she spoke to him.

"I do too."

"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't have pushed me...and then you told me of your ulterior motives," Will smirked and Alicia shrugged.

"I didn't like the way Mike looked at her," Alicia replied. "I thought it made sense to have her with you because I knew you wouldn't make a move."

"Why not?" Will teased her. "She's a smart and successful young girl."

"But she's not me, is she?" Alicia cocked a brow and Will chuckled, running his hand along the back of his neck.

"You've got me there," he said. "There's also the fact she's still madly in love with Cary."

"I know that," Alicia rolled her eyes. "And so does Cary but he's too much of an arse to make a full apology."

"True," Will replied. "Anyway...I was thinking...you know that Peter is out-"

"-I can't do it yet Will," Alicia shook her head. "I can't break up with him yet...the kids missed him..."

"But what about us?" Will asked her. "I thought we had something?"

"We do," she assured him. "I just need time...I need to think it through."

...

"Just sit in the gallery and don't say anything," Will told Isabelle and she nodded once, her briefcase in her hands as she passed Will the notes which he needed and he took them and looked down at them, straightening out his jacket. "Cary is going to be on the full offensive so if you can't-"

"- I can handle it," she told him. "I know he's trying to put our client into jail on false accounts..."

"But he will rip him to shreds. I've seen Cary in court recently and he's become nasty."

"I've seen him be nasty out of work," Isabelle replied in a whisper as she saw the man in question himself. He was running a hand through his gelled hair before he walked over to the pair of them, his suit crisp and clean and his body language holding himself high as he shook hands with Will.

"Ready for this Gardner?"

"Never been more ready," Will replied and Will looked at Isabelle as she looked back at Cary who sniffed once, running his hand into his pocket.

"Isabelle," he simply spoke. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"She was promoted," Will replied. "Mike didn't really need her."

"Oh Mike," Cary said in a snap. "Isn't he the lawyer you were supposed to be-"

"-Shut up," Isabelle replied before he said anything. "You know there was nothing between us."

"I don't care what you get up to in your free time," Cary replied. "I don't work there anymore."

"Lay off her Cary," Will warned him. "She isn't anything to do with you anymore and this isn't the time or the place for your argument."

"Whatever you say," Cary shrugged. "Shall we go in then?"

...

"What are you doing here?" Cary asked when he walked into his office and he saw Isabelle sat there. "I saw you leave court but why are you here?"

"What turned you into such a cold bastard?" she spat out and he shut the door, unbuttoning his jacket before he sat down on his chair and looked at the young woman. "You know he didn't commit this crime but you insist on putting him away for it. You're doing this because you need to convict someone and you don't care if you hurt anyone by doing it."

"I didn't know you were so involved in the case," Cary replied. "Or is this an ulterior motive for you being here."

"No," she replied quickly. "You weren't like this Cary."

"Well people change."

"Clearly," Isabelle snorted. "I didn't think you were the type of guy to pull anyone in a club."

"You saw that?" he checked with her and she rolled her eyes.

"You know I did," she replied. "You did it right in front of me."

"She was good," he replied quickly.

"I am sure she was."

"Jealous?"

"Of her?"

"Of me being with someone else?"

"You flatter yourself too much."

"Well why is there a problem?"

"I don't even know," Isabelle replied and she stood up. "I don't know why I came here..."

"Neither do I," Cary told her. "I just think you wanted to see me."

"Did I ever mean anything to you?" Isabelle asked, her hand resting on the doorknob. "I honestly thought that..."

"There is no point in dwelling on the past Isabelle," he muttered.

"I suppose not."