Sabrina was sitting on her couch in her favorite lounge pants and tank top watching TV as she waited for her pizza when her phone dinged with a new text message. She picked up the phone with one hand as she straightened her glasses with the other and smiled at the message from Will.

Will: Miss you.

Sabrina typed back. Miss you, too. How's Seattle?

Will: Wet.

Sabrina: I meant the convention. :P

Will. OH, that? Good. Amazing hospital. Learning a lot. Wish you were here.

Sabrina: Glad it's going well. Would have been if I hadn't had to testify today. :(

Will: How'd that go?

Sabrina: Mortifying. I'll tell you all about it over the phone later. Long story.

Will: I'm sorry. :( But, I can't wait to hear your voice.

Sabrina smiled and was about to reply back when she heard a knock at her door, so she typed. Gotta go. Pizza's here. and put the phone down, knowing Will would just wait till they talked later. He probably had some meeting or other to get to anyway. From what he'd told her, the convention on trauma medicine at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital was supposed to be everything.

When Sabrina got to the door and looked through the peephole, she sighed. She opened the door and said, "What's up, Patrick?"

Patrick held up the bottle of wine he had in his hand, her favorite, and said, "I come in peace." When she raised a brow at him skeptically, he said, "Honestly, I'm just here to say how sorry I am about today and to thank you for what you did. I know it was awful, but I appreciate it."

Before Sabrina could respond, the pizza guy showed up. She grabbed her wallet and paid for the pizza as Patrick held it with his free hand. Then, once the delivery guy left, she and Patrick stood there silently until she gestured with her head for him to come inside, as she couldn't very well grab the pizza and wine and slam the door in his face. After he entered, Sabrina said firmly, "No shenanigans." When he put up his hands in mock surrender, Sabrina pleaded, " Can we please just eat pizza and talk – like friends?"

Patrick smiled brightly at her question and nodded, but somehow Sabrina still thought this was a very bad idea.

Patrick waited in the living room as Sabrina, dressed down in sweats and glasses, got the paper plates and wine glasses. He'd come to her door tonight with the wine to try to make up for the horrible day in court they'd had. Robin's lawyer had subpoenaed Sabrina to testify about their affair and it had been ugly. Alexis was a pitbull in the courtroom and had grilled Sabrina regarding every detail of their sex life during the time Robin was gone, making what had been a loving relationship seem cheap and tawdry in an effort to paint Patrick as the bad guy and score points with the judge. Patrick had gotten so pissed off that he'd almost jumped up several times to try to stop it, but Diane halted him. When it came time for the cross-examination, Diane had twisted Alexis' questions and Sabrina's responses back around to paint their affair as star-crossed lovers unable to resist their feelings despite their best efforts. By the end, Sabrina came off as exactly the opposite of what Robin had intended. Before she stepped down, though, Sabrina asked to make a statement and proceeded to advocate to the judge for joint custody because that is what is best for Emma, who loves both of her parents. When she was done, the judge thanked her for her candor and Sabrina walked out of the courtroom with her head held high, making Patrick proud.

Patrick smiled as Sabrina put the supplies on her coffee table. As she poured the wine, he served the pizza and they chatted about nothing in particular. After a few minutes, Patrick brought up the hearing and they discussed her testimony and he updated her on what went on afterward. Patrick still had a few days before he would be testifying, but he felt strongly that her plea to the judge would help sway him away from granting Robin full custody of Emma. "Thank you again," he said, knowing he'd never be able to thank her enough.

Sabrina lightly touched his leg and said, "I know you didn't ask for any of this Patrick and that you would have stopped Alexis if you could have, but we both know she was just doing her job. I just hope the judge – and Robin – listened to me. I love Emma and I know she'd be happiest splitting her time with you both."

Patrick placed his hand on top of Sabrina's and said earnestly, "Yeah, she would be." They stayed like that for a few moments until Sabrina pulled her hand away. Because of his promise for no shenanigans, Patrick didn't try to stop her.

A few minutes later, Sabrina's phone dinged. She picked it up and read the message and then texted a quick reply. Against his better judgment, Patrick asked, "Will?"

Sabrina looked over at him with a dreamy smile. "Yeah."

"He's in Seattle at that trauma medicine thing, right?" Patrick asked innocently as if Will attending that convention hadn't been his idea in the first place.

After the Fourth, Patrick realized the only way he was going to break down Sabrina's walls was if he could get her alone – without Foster anywhere in the picture. So, he'd done some research and suggested to Monica, who'd been reinstated as Chief of Staff when Obrecht suddenly left town, that she may want to send Will out there. She'd questioned him, as they already had a pretty state-of-the-art facility, and he'd run down his list of legitimate reasons. When those failed to sway her, Patrick had called in his favors and got Monica to agree. Patrick had been concerned, however, when Sabrina requested off so she could fly to Seattle with Foster for a mini-vacation. Fortunately, the subpoena from Robin had put the kibosh on that. It was, to this day, the only good thing about Robin's dumbass vendetta.

Patrick was pulled from his thoughts when Sabrina answered, "Uh-huh," and told him, in way more detail than he cared to know, how Monica had 'selected' Will to attend the up and coming convention and how Will had been honored and excited to go, but how she'd been disappointed she couldn't fly out with him for a romantic getaway. The whole time she talked, Patrick recited 'All is fair in love and war' to himself over and over.

Luckily, Patrick was able to get the subject off of Foster when one of Sabrina's favorite movies came on and he offered to watch it with her. Although Sabrina was skeptic at his sudden change of heart over chick flicks he used to avoid like the plague, she agreed and got up to make popcorn for them.

They settled in to watch the movie, they chatted and laughed companionably as they ate popcorn and drank wine the way they used to before Robin came back the first time. Patrick had taken it for granted then, but he definitely wasn't doing so now. As the movie progressed, Sabrina's defenses fell little by little until she was sitting comfortably next to him, head on his chest. Before the movie ended, however, Sabrina had fallen asleep, so Patrick sat there for a while watching her and thanking the universe for bringing her into his life and making him wake-up and appreciate her.

Since Emma was staying with Robin tonight, Patrick wasn't in a hurry to get home, so he let Sabrina sleep until he started to lose feeling in his side. He was loathe to wake her up, but he did so anyway. When Sabrina, groggy, picked her head up, her glasses were crooked on her face. She straightened them automatically and whispered, "Patrick?"

He smiled back at her sweetly, but didn't say anything. Instead, he locked eyes with Sabrina. Patrick could see the lingering feelings in her eyes now that her guard was down and did his best to convey the same. When she blinked a few times, but didn't break the contact, Patrick decided to go for broke (otherwise all his plans would have been for nothing) and kissed her.