Rory was laboring through a pained article that she needed to get to the editor in 2 days. She wasn't even halfway through it. Being a political reporter was a frustrating career. It was less Watergate and more about cozying up to politicians and their aides so they would leak things for their benefit.

Rory was good at her job, She was very well-liked, she was fun to hang out with and she was wealthy and always picked up the tab. A lot of her significant breaks had come from ingratiating herself with political aides who were often broke and loved free drinks and dinner, Rory really didn't want to be a journalist anymore.

She was not the only person who was feeling disillusioned by the business but she was probably the only one who could try to pivot. She had a trust fund that she had used to buy a home. She still had some money left over which had used as her retirement fund. She was comfortably upper middle class without even considering the inheritances she could get.

She heard someone knocking on her door. Rory scrummaged her purse to find the tip for the delivery and opened the door. It was Paris.

"I hate this city. I have been here three days and every single conversation I had was about politics!" Paris said barging into her room without waiting for her to respond.

"Paris, What are you doing here?" She asked

Paris shrugged, " I had a week off- before I joined my new hospital." She answered.

They hadn't really kept in touch, Ever since her very uncomfortable confession of feelings, every moment they had been painfully awkward. Not that they had spent a lot of time together. They had spoken on the phone a few times but that was about it.

Paris had aged gracefully. The sharpness of her face had been softened by age, Her hair was longer than usual and she had let it down and she was wearing a cerulean blue top and khaki pants.

Rory sighed. God, She was beautiful.

Paris raised an eyebrow " I can leave if you want."

"What! No. Don't. I was just surprised is all."

Paris turned towards her. " I was planning on visiting you before I left for LA." She stated.

"LA?" She asked

"Best clinic in the hospital, lots of money in it and I don't have to be nice to demon spawns, rather just help these rich insufferable idiots in bringing them into the world."

"Hold your horses, Dr. House," Rory whispered. "That doesn't explain what you are doing in DC."

" A vacation." She answered

"A Vacation," Rory repeated

" I am deeply bored out of my mind," Paris admitted.

"Entertain me." Paris pleaded.

Rory did not have the time to entertain her but she did. She took her out to the best spots in town and the weirder locations that Paris pretended to hate. It was like old times, she had missed her best friend. She had made some really horrible decisions but confessing her feelings had been one of the worst she had ever made.

They were getting drunk off incredibly expensive wine that Paris had insisted they buy. The alcohol had loosed her inhibition enough that she spilled her career woes and general lack of direction that she felt about her life. She had expected Paris to tear into her but Paris always had the ability to shock her.

"Move In with me!" Paris said. " I am being serious, I have rented a two-bedroom apartment, you can stay there for a year while you figure out what you want to do with your life. Take a sabbatical and return to this hellhole."

Rory had brushed it away as just one of Paris' drunk ramblings but a day after she had left. Paris had texted her to confirm that she was entirely serious about it. It was crazy! She really was not going to move across the country just because her friend had wanted her to.

The Idea of LA did not leave her mind though, She kept thinking about it every time she had to do something she disliked and she realized she disliked a lot about her job. She finally cracked after meeting with an unbearable Political aide who seemed incapable of being a decent, respectful human being.

She was moving to LA, she could afford to pay Paris rent. She had no idea what she was doing but at least she would have Paris.