Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

PDLD

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Rating: PG (or "K+" as they're calling it now… I personally like the old rating system better but Times Are A' Changin' I guess…)

A/N:

Ok… So, I updated within a week! However, this has "transition chapter" written ALL over it... it has absolutely no point really, and it sort of sucks… but hey, its an update, Right?… On the bright side, after this chapter the story is going to fast forward a couple of months to the holiday season, meaning that those of you who asked for Rory and Finn to visit Stars Hollow will get their wish!

Well… that's basically all I've got… on with the story…

Chapter 9: Surviving Strange Encounters

"Lorelai, might I say, you look lovely this morning…" Frank said in his ever present smarmy voice.

He wasn't, however, referring to the way Rory Gilmore looked as she sat behind her desk. Oh no… Frank was referring to the large photo of her that covered the front page of the Post's gossip section, which he had ever so eloquently thrown on her desk.

It was Tuesday morning. Rory Gilmore had done the unthinkable and actually taken a day off from work on Monday in order to hide out from the press. (The fact that she got to spend the entire day with Finn, who was also hiding out, was just an added bonus.) However, after a day of avoidance Rory and Finn a.k.a. "Bonnie and Clyde", (according to Lorelai) had decided that enough was enough… they had to face reality.

But the world was being a little more cruel than Rory could handle at the moment, what with "asshole Frank" assuming the role as reality enforcer.

"What do you want Frank?" Rory said in an annoyed voice as she turned her chair to face her computer screen.

"Just to give you the pleasure of my company... you seem like you could use some pleasure at the moment… having a bad day now are we Lorelai?"

"You know, Frank, some people have the unique talent of creating joy as soon as they enter the room… you have that same talent, but the pleasure only comes after you EXIT the room." She replied throwing a stone cold glare in his direction.

"My, my, my… aren't we feisty this morning… I personally think it's from the stress… you have much too much stress in your life …too much tension" He replied as he slowly made his way behind her chair. "I could help alleviate some of that tension if you would like…" He said as he placed his sweaty disgusting hands on her shoulders.

"Touch me again and you will not live to see the next pathetic day of your non-existent life…" Rory replied in a quiet, but extremely menacing, voice. "Now. Get. Away. From. Me."

"Fine…" Frank said as he returned to his mail cart. "I can see you're in no mood to play… I'll leave… but I'll be back…"

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"He touched you!"

"Yes… I'll be washing for days…"

"Asshole-Frank actually touched you?"

"Finn… how many ways can I say: I really don't want to talk about this anymore?" Rory said through gritted teeth, as she shuffled papers on her desk, while trying to talk to Finn on the phone at the same time.

"Like, how did he touch you?"

"FINN! Drop It!"

"Fine, fine… you really are 'feisty' today…" He replied with a chuckle.

"In what distorted reality would you actually think that that joke would be funny at a time like this?"

"Sorry…" Finn replied (but he was still chuckling)

"Okay! New topic… what are you up to today?"

"Interviewing new managers…" He replied with a yawn.

"Sounds riveting."

"Oh yea… believe you me… its nothing but fun times here at the plaza."

"Isn't it a little soon for you to be getting a new manager… I mean you fired Stan like two days ago?"

"Yes… It is soon… and if I had ANY idea of how to actually manage without a manager for a week I would have waited… but, as it is, I've had to take about a THOUSAND phone calls today from producers, directors, assorted members of the press, and every other crazy person who's called…"

"Oh you poor baby…" Rory replied in a mocking tone.

"Hey! Don't mock me… this is hard…" Finn wined. When Rory only laughed at his antics, Finn brought out the big weapons… "You better watch it, sweetheart… or I'll bring up a certain incident with the 'asshole formally known as Frank'."

"Fine, fine… I'm done…" Rory said as she attempted to stifle her laughter. "Sooo… how many people have you interviewed for the job as your "slave" so far?"

"Why are you so mean to me?" Finn quipped, but then opted to continue on before they got off topic, again... "So far I've seen 7 people… but the day is young."

"And how are these people shaping up…"

"Well the last woman I saw wasn't that bad… she had her bachelor's degree in communications from Boston College… and then the girl before that had one from Harvard… and the girl before THAT had one from some place called Yale University? Ever heard of it?"

"Ha, ha… you're funny… so is there a gender restriction or is it just a coincidence that you've only been interviewing women?"

"My, my, my… someone has caught the green eyed monster now haven't they?

"No…" Rory replied defensively. "And besides, admit it… everyone you have interviewed has been a woman, haven't they?"

"Hey!" Finn said (now it was his turn to get defensive.) "There was ONE guy… but what can I say? It's a statistical fact… women are more competent than men…"

"I SOOO wish I was recording this conversation so that I can remind you of that statement next time we have a fight."

"What can I say? You can't deny the facts…"

"You're just trying to sweet talk me into letting you higher a woman to be your manager…"

"Maybe…"

"Well give it up, Casanova… It ain't going to work… As the 'girlfriend' I demand a say in who you higher to spend endless hours jet-setting around the world with you to all your exotic movie shoots…"

"'As the girlfriend?'" Finn replied, not sure if he had heard her correctly.

As soon as he mimicked her words Rory's heart stopped… she had been caught in her own misstatement… true, in her mind Rory thought of Finn as her boyfriend… but the two had never actually used that terminology when describing each other…

"Yes… well… I mean…" Rory rambled as she tried to figure out a way to rectify the conversation.

"Does that mean as 'the boyfriend' I get to demand the right to punch Frank in the face next time he tries to touch you…" Finn replied, as he tactfully stated his liking to that terminology.

"Aren't you over the whole 'Defend-Rory's-Honor-By-Punching-Random-Guys-In-The-Face' Thing yet?" Rory replied as her heart did summersaults over the fact that Finn had just referred to himself as "the boyfriend"…

"Can I help it if I like to play the role 'knight in shining armor' to your 'damsel in distresses?"

"You know that line might almost be believable if you hadn't taken it from the headlines of yesterday's paper?" Rory replied with a smirk (even though she knew he couldn't see it.)

"Just because I'm using someone else's creative phrasing doesn't make the statement any less sincere," Finn shot back.

"Fine, fine… I suppose if you really want to you can punch Frank in the face for me…"

"Well now that that's settled," Finn began after a moment of laughing out loud. "I should really get back to these interviews… There's a girl up next who was a former Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader…"

"You're not funny Finn…"

"Yes I am… you just don't like to admit it…"

"I've got to get back to work anyway… I'll send up the bat signal if I need any protection from Frank."

"I'll be here slowly dieing a very strange and unusual death brought on by too many phone calls made by people with not enough I.Q. points…"

"And on that happy note… It's time for me to get back to work."

"Okay… bye love…"

"Bye…"

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By the end of the day Rory was thoroughly exhausted. She watched as the clock ticked by and wondered why it took an eternity for each minute to pass. It was currently 4:49… which meant she still had 11 minutes to endure before going home to her nice, safe apartment.

Rory loved her friends and family, she loved how they cared about her and loved her enough to check in on her to make sure she was doing ok. However, so far the total number of people who had called today to "check in on her" was 27, and while she loved their concern, if they became any more concerned with her life she was going to have to flee the country.

Yesterday, Rory hadn't even turned on her phone so as to avoid these calls. However, today it could not have been avoided. It was amazing that she had gotten ANY work done at all today. All she wanted to do at the moment was to go home, sleep and never wake up again!

Just as these pleasant thoughts of home were going through her head, she saw that none other than Finn Morgan was coming down the hall with a playful smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?" She said in a shocked voice as he reached her desk. She could not believe that he was here…

"Well, hello darling, lovely to see you too." He replied playfully, as he sat down on her desk.

"Finn, don't start. You know I'm happy to see you."

"Well that's news to my wounded pride." He replied with a smirk. "I mean I come all the way across town to surprise you and instead of being greeted by an 'oh Finn! Thank god you're here to save me from my boring existence!' all I get is a lousy 'what are you doing here?'"

"We've known each other for years and you seriously expected me to say 'you're here to save me from my boring existence'?" Rory replied as she began to laugh.

"Fine… take pleasure at my pain. I've been wounded by the fairer sex before… I'm sure my heart can handle it…" He replied dramatically.

"You're insane…" She said, shaking her head, as she leaned forward to give him a kiss.

"Are you trying to kiss away my pain and make me forget why I should feel hurt and wounded in the first place?" Finn asked, still going along with his joke.

"Maybe…" Rory replied with an impish smile.

"Good, because it's working." He replied as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Thanks for coming," Rory said softly when they finally broke their kiss. "I really needed this…"

"Yea…" Finn replied seriously. "I had a feeling your day wasn't going so great… you seemed a little worn out on the phone before…"

"Yes, today has been hell…" Rory said with a long sigh. "But you know what the great thing is?"

"What?"

"It's almost over… and you're here."

"This is true…"

"And you know what else is great?" Rory replied with another playful smile

"What?" Finn asked curiously.

"This…" Rory said as she leaned forward to kiss him yet again.

"Remind me to surprise you like this more often…" Finn said with a smirk. "So, working girl, when do you get out of here?"

Rory glanced at her clock to see that it was 5:10 and smiled mischievously … "Why are you so anxious to get me home?" She countered.

"Well… let's just say we can't talk about it here…" Finn replied vaguely, sporting a mischievous smile of his own. "But trust me… by the time I get through with you, you wont even remember today…" He said as he stood up holding out his hand for her. She took it, smiling, and grabbed her coat.

TBC

A/N: Well that was it… I hope you guys didn't hate it too much… please review… and remember I already know that this chapter wasn't my best so PLEASE be kind!