Thanks everyone for the great reviews and encouragement (and the follows and favs). I had actually started this up as a completely different story, because I'd lost a little steam and the ideas weren't really coming out the way I'd wanted. But then I thought of Cece and how, if I were her, I wouldn't be able to let this go. So, moving on, let me know what you think. Oh and I don't own anything New Girl related.

~At the loft~

"Cece, it's only been three weeks. This is completely ridiculous!"

"Listen Jess, I love you, but thanks to Schmidt's oddly endearing speech at the convention, I've been asked out on a ton of coffee and dinner dates. I want to be a good friend, but we've spent almost all of your free time on my couch watching romantic comedies; while you eat pickles and ice cream. I can only come up with three reasons why someone would find that terrible combination edible.

Number one, you're pregnant with doctor Sam's illegitimate baby." At this comment Jess' eyes widened to comical proportions as she opened her mouth to object.

With a pointed finger Cece said, "Uh uh, I'm not done. Number two, you've gone completely mad. Or three, you are punishing yourself for something. And honestly, I, for the life of me can't figure out what it could possibly be.

Oh and there is also option D, which is a mixture of; one, two, and three."

Crossing her arms over her chest and putting on her best indignant face Jess said, "I'll have you know, it's option E, none of the above. I simply enjoy both pickles and ice cream."

"Babe, lots of people do. They just don't use the pickle like a spoon."

"Cece, I get it. I'm interfering with your crusade to find an Indian husband. I just…I needed to get out of the loft for a bit."

Taking a hold of her friend's hand, Cece considered dropping the subject. She knew the real reason Jess was spending so much time at her apartment. Even though she and Nick had talked about what happened, she'd still been dodging him whenever she could. She was pretty sure Jess put in more office hours than people with full-time jobs. The worst part it seemed was that Nick was giving up; even after their late night talk. So, Cece pushed again.

"Well, maybe a few nights out with some handsome suitors will do you good then, yeah?"

"Cece, dating sites don't attract the "suitor" type. Just perverts and desperate guys who live in their moms' basements."

Trying to reason with her Cece said, "They're not all losers, some of them are just a little awkward. Maybe you just need to find someone whose awkwardness is compatible with your own, no offence."

With these last words, the ghost of a smile passed over Jess' face. "Alright, but I'm writing the profile."

"Finally!" Cece said clapping her hands together. "Let's get to it then."

"Really, Cece? I'm a roller derby girl?" Jess' hands were on her hips and she looked exasperated.

"What? It's believable. You own a pair of roller skates, right?"

"Yes, but…ugg! Jess threw her hands up in frustration trying to remember why she had agreed to do this in the first place. "Are you going to take this seriously? It's already going to be hard enough to find guys who aren't yucky. Telling them I'm in a non-professional sport, where girls bump into each other and might accidentally tear their clothes during the mandatory cat fight, is a terrible idea."

"Yucky? Cece rolled her eyes. "Jess, you have got to loosen up and try to have some fun with this."

"But if I put who I really am, no one is going to want to date me. I'm a thirty-three year old, part-time, night school teacher. I don't travel, I don't save the children and I most definitely don't roller derby."

Cece moved closer to Jess and took her hands. "Alright, let's switch gears for a second. Look at the guys you've dated. Paul was an adorable teacher with a heart of gold. Russell, I'm not really sure what he did, but he was handsome and successful. Sam was drop dead gorgeous and a pediatrician. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

Jess wasn't buying into it so easily. "Okay, let's look at the other men in my life who've been attracted to me. Spencer, who cheated on me! And Paul, while he was adorable and a teacher, he was also super clingy and an ugly crier. Let's not forget he cheated on his girlfriend, with me. And the cherry on top, our creepy landlord who wanted to have a threesome with me and Nick?"

"And then there's Nick…" Cece said, purposefully letting her words hang in the air.

"Shut it down Cece, just shut it down. This has nothing to do with Nick!"

Cece knew what she was doing when she brought up his name. She knew that Jess would do just about anything to avoid admitting she, maybe, had a thing for Nick. Her stubbornness would always get the best of her when it came to him. "Alright then, let's get this thing posted and go out for lunch. When we get back, I bet you'll have fifty new messages. And P.S., if you leave in the part about being a roller derby, you might even have a couple marriage proposals."

Jess threw a pillow at Cece, which missed her by about three feet, but at least she was smiling again.

They were about to walk out the door for lunch when Cece said, "Hey, I need to pee quick before we go. I'll meet you by the elevators."

"Ok."

When the door closed behind her, she hurried down the hall and knocked on Nick's door. No answer. She knocked again, still no answer. "Nick if you're in there, make sure you're decent, cause I'm coming in."

Opening his door, she looked around seeing no signs of him. So she stepped over to his desk; picking up a post-it note, she wrote:

www SoulSearchers dot com

You're welcome,

Cece

Thankfully SoulSearchers is not actually a real website, because I'm not sure I could have come up with something else. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it (please review if you have the time).