Cary sat at his desk in the State's Attorney's office after Isabelle had left him and he dropped his head into his hands, burying his eyes shut and sighing loudly as he did so. He didn't want to swallow his pride and get her back. His career was something which mattered to him and if she couldn't put up with him and what he had become then he knew that the pair of them would never work out. It was possibly for the best that she and he were over. But there was always the part of him which longed to have her back. He was only male after all.
...
"So what has got you down recently?" Ian Daniels asked his daughter as he sat in the restaurant he had picked out that afternoon. Isabelle was sat opposite him, her hair hanging around her shoulders and her suit neatly pressed. It was only her dinner break but she knew her father had a tendency to keep her longer than an hour. But Will never minded. Her father was a great client with his insurance business.
"Nothing," Isabelle shook her head, picking at her salad and then drinking some of her water.
"I haven't seen you in a while Is," Ian informed his daughter. "I know our drug dealer friend hasn't been giving you bother whilst I've been in Mexico."
"You sorted him out, didn't you?" she asked and Ian sensed slight annoyance in his daughter's voice as he cut up his beef.
"He hurt my little girl," Ian shrugged. "Of course I sorted him out. Now, what is wrong with you? How are things between you and that young lawyer? Cary, is it?"
"Nonexistent," Isabelle informed her father simply and he raised a brow.
"Oh," he said. "Do you care to share what happened or am I going to have to pay him a visit?"
"No," Isabelle said quickly. "We just broke it off. It wasn't working."
"You seemed quite taken with him the last time I saw you two."
"Which – as you said – was ages ago," Isabelle pointed out. "I'm fine daddy. I don't need anything."
"You are aware that you can't fool me, aren't you?" Ian checked with her, chewing loudly on his beef and she nodded once, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders.
"I am not trying to," she promised him. "I am just simply saying that Cary and I weren't working out. Please can you leave it?"
"I suppose so."
...
"So how is it being on higher ground?" Maria nudged her friend when she saw her in the photocopying room after the lunch hour and Isabelle smirked lightly, nodding once as she did so.
"It isn't bad," she said and Maria lent on the photocopier.
"I can't believe how luck you are. First you got to ogle Cary and now Will," she rolled her eyes in jealousy. "I would give you my only pair of Prada heels to swap positions."
"I am sure you would," Isabelle chuckled.
"But I would not be able to do anything with Cary because he broke your heart," Maria said, placing her hand onto her chest. "And that would just be disrespectful to friends."
"He didn't break my heart," Isabelle rolled her eyes and Maria snorted, picking at her nail with intent.
"Yes he did," she told her friend."You were finally falling for him and you two broke it off."
"Because he was prosecuting someone innocent and withholding evidence!" Isabelle snapped quickly and Maria shrugged.
"You're not a lawyer," she told her friend. "Only lawyer's should worry about that."
"It was the wrong thing to do," Isabelle muttered, picking up her papers and Maria placed hers into the machine.
"Normally the law is wrong," she informed Isabelle. "It still doesn't come between relationships."
...
"What are you doing here?" Cary asked when he saw Isabelle sat in a bar alone. He took a seat on the stool next to her as she drank the vodka and coke which was in her hands and she looked at him guiltily.
"If I told you that I had Kalinda look into your schedule and she found out you were here to meet a client would you be disturbed?" Isabelle asked him and Cary smirked once, placing his order at the bar and looking back at her.
"The fact that Kalinda found my schedule isn't disturbing," he shook his head. "But the fact you wanted to know is worrying."
"We need to talk," she told him and looked down at her coke. "The last few weeks...I've missed you Cary..."
"Keep going," he urged her and she shook her head.
"That's it," she simply told him. "I've missed who you used to be. I've missed the person you were when you were sweet...kind...and...even protective...but recently...you've turned deceitful."
"I do what I have to do for my job," he shrugged.
"I suppose that is the bit I don't understand," Isabelle shrugged. "I don't have the guts to prosecute innocent people."
"It isn't our place to find them innocent or guilty," he said to her. "But I see why it is an issue to most people...and...well...I've...sort of...I've missed you..."
"So what now?" Alison asked after Cary downed his scotch and he shrugged lightly at her.
"I don't know," he admitted.
"I have an idea," Isabelle told him before she kissed him quickly.