A\N: Okay first of all, I love the romantic relationships on the show but I also love the brother/sister relationship between Cary and Alicia, especially in season 4 onwards to season 7. I hope you Angels are enjoying this new book of mine.

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Oneshot 6 title: Cary and Alicia (brother and sister)

Oneshot 6 summary: Some short snapshots of Cary and Alicia acting like brother and sister.

POV: 3rd person.

Chapter count: 1.

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1. Coffee

She didn't have time to get any coffee before she left for court, so her mood isn't great, and add no coffee to pouring down rain, and a broken down car, on top of being late to court looking like a drowned cat and Will's memory haunting her, her mood worsens throughout the day until she's snapping at everyone that passes her.

The office is empty when she gets back from lunch, apart from Cary who is in the conference room working on something. She reaches her office and throws herself down angrily onto her desk chair, scowling at nothing particular.

She just wants some damn coffee, is that too much to ask for?! A knock comes at her office door, or where there should be a door. Cary is standing there with two cups of coffee in his hands.

"So, do you want to tell me why you've been acting like a bitch today or do I have to guess?" Her partner asks as he enters her office and sits in front of her desk. Alicia looks at her partner and starts ranting, Cary just sits there sipping his coffee with a grin on his face. It's rare that Cary hears her ranting.

"I woke up late so I didn't get any coffee, it was raining, my car broke down, I was late for court, looking like a drowned cat, and Will is haunting me today!" She rants, her eyes turning the picture frame she has of her and Will on her desk beside her computer, a few tears slipping from her eyes.

Cary reaches out to place his hand over hers. "Drink your coffee, take the rest of the day, get your car fixed, get some sleep, come in tomorrow with a cup of coffee." Her partner tells her. She gives him a smile and gets up from her desk. After picking up her purse and putting her coat over her arm, she hugs Cary briefly.

"Thanks for the coffee and letting me rant." She says in his ear. Cary chuckles.

"Anytime, partner." Her friend says as she pulls away. She leaves her office, and Cary, doing what her partner ordered her to do

She's glad that even though her day started out crap, it's on track to becoming better, thanks to her partner.

2. Late night phone calls

It's nearing 2 am when her phone rings from beside her on the couch. She picks up her phone, pausing her TV and looking at her caller ID, smiling when she sees Cary calling her.

"Cary, it's almost 2 in the morning, why aren't you in bed?" She asks, her inner mother coming out.

"I can't sleep, every time I close my eyes I'm in prison, and I never get out." Cary admits.

Alicia sighs. "Oh, Cary, I'm sorry, but listen to me: you're never going to go to prison again, I promise. Do you hear me?"

Cary heaves an exhale. "I'm scared to close my eyes, Alicia, I can't sleep more than two hours a night, and whenever I'm in court I keep thinking I'm gonna be arrested." Alicia wants to kill Lemond Bishop and James Castro.

"What can I do, Cary?" She wants to help her partner, who has become a brother to her in the years they've become friends and partners.

"I have no idea and that's the problem. I have no idea what to do. I just want it all to stop." Cary rants, she can tell he's been holding this back for a long time and is glad it's coming out now rather than in a client meeting.

"Well, I know I can't do anything to help you with your fears, Cary, but I can listen. So whenever you want to talk, call me or come find me. I don't care what time it is or where I am, or if I'm in a meeting, eating dinner with Grace. You need me, you call or come see me, always."

She hears Cary sniffling on the other end of the phone and knows he's close to crying after what she's said. "Thanks, Alicia."

Alicia smiles softly. "Anytime, now go to bed, I'll see you in the morning. You're bringing the coffee this time."

They have a ritual where each morning the other brings coffee into the office, it was a ritual he had developed after they left Lockhart/Gardner.

Cary laughs. "You got it, Alicia, goodnight."

"Sweet dreams, Cary."

She hangs up with him and sighs to herself, un-pausing the TV.

She meant what she said to him: she can listen to him anytime, because he'd do the same thing for her.

It's what family does for family, and Cary Agos is a part of her family now, he has been for years.

3. Thunder

The only other person who knows about her fear of thunder bedside Will is Cary.

Thunder rumbles in the distance making her drop her pen down onto her desk with a whimper. She snaps her head to the window where the sky is dark with black clouds, the rumble of thunder.

She's always hated thunder, for reasons she doesn't yet know. The only person who hadn't thought her fear of thunder was funny was Will Gardner, her former boss and ex-lover. When he found out about it he just wrapped his arms around her and held her as she whimpered and jumped, occasionally kissing her hair or whispering sweet nothings in her hair until she either fell asleep or the thunder stopped.

A loud boom of thunder makes her scream as the lights in the office go out, leaving her in a blacked out office with thunder surrounding her, alone.

"Will!" She shouts into the darkened office. She just wants Will, or Cary, anyone, to hold her.

She hears her name being called. "Alicia!" She knows that voice but it's too far away for her to make out who it is. She thinks it might be Will before she remembers that he's dead, he died a little bit over a year ago in the courthouse shooting by Jeffery Grant, his client.

"Cary?" She calls, now knowing it was Cary who said her name, and not Will.

"Alicia." A voice says, entering her office with a flashlight shining in his hand.

"Oh god, Cary." Alicia breathes. Her partner walks further into her office until he's standing right in front of her, placing the flashlight on the floor, and crushing into a hug. "It's okay, Alicia. it's okay." Cary tells her.

Another boom of thunder reaches them, Alicia starts shaking in his embrace. Cary leads her over to her couch and pulls her onto his lap, gently pushing her head into his chest.

"I thought it was Will who was shouting me, then I remembered he's dead, he died." Alicia says, Cary just sighs.

It's times like these that Cary wishes Will was alive, of course he wishes Will survived his gunshots, because it was Will who really knew how to comfort her during nights like these, he knew what to say to Alicia.

"I'm so sorry, Alicia, I knew you loved him." He says to his distraught partner.

"I did, Cary." Her voice is quiet. She's exhausted from the long week of court, and now this, but he knows her well enough to know that she won't sleep until the thunder has passed. "Try and get some sleep, Alicia." Cary says as he strokes her back. Alicia nods into his chest. "Okay, thank you, Cary." Alicia mumbles as she falls asleep in his arms.

Cary smiles as she falls asleep, thunder rumbling in the distance.

"You're welcome, Alicia."

4. Nightmares

He's not accustomed to having nightmares, maybe having the odd one about the recent case he's working one once in a blue moon, but ever since his arrest, and his week in County jail, he's been having repeated nightmares about being killed by the criminals he'd put away as an ASA.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, looking around his room. Ever since he spent the night in the dark holding cell with dozens of other arrestee's, he's been terrified of the dark, which isn't unusual he supposes.

He bolts awake, his room cast in a soft yellow light provided from the lamp he has on his nightstand. He's covered in sweat. His eyes are scouring every part of his room, looking for the convict that had been standing over him in his nightmare.

He needs to get out of here, he needs to leave, go somewhere safe, somewhere where the nightmares won't suffocate him. There's only one place that he's felt safe recently: his partners apartment. Deciding to chance it, he climbs out of bed, pulls on the first things he touches, grabs his wallet, car keys and leaves his apartment, locking the door behind him.

He exits the elevator and walks to the familiar apartment door, knocking on it quietly. He waits for maybe two minutes before hearing the padding of feet coming toward the door.

The door opens to reveal a wide awake Alicia, she looks at him before stepping aside to allow him in without a word between them. Once the door is closed behind him, Alicia doesn't hesitate in bringing him in for a hug.

5. A memory of Will

She has a lot of memories of Will Gardner, how could she not? They'd known each other for 20 years, half of their lives.

All of her memories of Will, the good and the bad, are ones she'll never forget, never in a million years, but one small memory she'll always remember happened during their affair, when they were in New York, for a weekend.

It's cold in the city, freezing is the more accurate word she'd use. She can't get warm, she's wearing her warmest pyjamas, Will's hoodie and a duvet, not even Will's body heat is warming her up like it usually does. She shivers and buries closer to him.

"Still can't get warm?" Will asks with a kiss to her head that's on his chest. She shakes her head. "No." She replies.

Will is silent, like he's thinking about something. He slips his arms from underneath her and gets out of bed. "No, come back to bed, warm me up!" She protests, looking at the man. Will chuckles as he rummages around in his suitcase. He pulls out two big hot water bottles. This causes her to frown: why has he brought two hot water bottles?

"You told me you were due to come on your period in a few days and I know how bad your cramps get, and how only hot water bottles help so I brought two in case." Will answers her unasked question. Thankfully there's a kettle in the room so while the kettle boils, he just looks at her with a smile plastered on his faced: it's same smile he's worn the entire time since the night in the hotel when he asked her what an hour would look like and she had answered.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" She asks him, sitting up in bed.

"Because you look sexy in pjs and my hoodie." He says, she laughs as the high pitched whistle of the kettle fills the room. Will turns around and fills both hot water bottles with boiling water before crawling back into bed. He places a hot water bottle on her abdomen and the other one behind her back, kissing her lips as he does so.

"That should help warm you up and your cramps." He says, wrapping his arms behind her back, looking out of the window.

She liked to think it was Will who made her warm, after supplying the hot water bottles even though she knew it was the hot water bottles themselves who made it warm, but she like to think the former, after all Will was very warm.

She has a thousand little memories of Will doing things like that for her while he was alive, and she has them filed away in her head where they will remain until the end of time.

"Hey you okay?" Cary asks, walking into her office carrying a hot water bottle. She smiles at her young partner, taking the hot water bottle from him and placing it on her sore abdomen.

"Yeah, just thinking about the time me and Will went away to New York, it was freezing," she tells him with an ever growing smile.

She'll always smile when she thinks or talks about a dozen stolen moments she had shared with Will Gardner.

6. Bonus snapshot featuring Diane

He finds her drunk in her office, crying at 12 o'clock in the morning. It's just the two of them, and Diane, here, getting a head on their current case. He's instantly worried. He's never seen her like this: drunk at the office, he's seen her cry, but never while drunk.

"Alicia!" For a second he thinks something has happened to Zach or Grace but quickly dismisses it. If it were one of her kids, she wouldn't be drunk, and she definitely wouldn't be here, she'd be at home with the kids after calling him and Diane and explaining what had happened. He also quickly deduces that it isn't Peter or a client, if it were she wouldn't be crying like this, she'd be pissed.

And she's not pissed, she's upset, almost hysterical.

"Alicia, talk to me, what's wrong?" He asks, kneeling down in front of her, the tears on her face show no signs of stopping anytime soon. Alicia cries harder, the cries turning into sobs, her body wracking with the force of them.

"DIANE!" He shouts, he needs help, he needs a woman's help with this.

The door to Alicia's office opens and Diane enters, takes one look at the sobbing, and drunk, Alicia and gathers her into her arms.

"Oh, Alicia, I know, it's okay." Diane consoles her. He's hopelessly confused.

Cary has only heard and seen Diane do this to Alicia once, maybe twice, and both times were when Will died.

It hits him like a tonne of bricks falling down on him:

It's the one year anniversary of Will's death.

How did it slip by him unnoticed?

He and Will were never close but they respected each other and acted civilly towards one another for both Alicia and Diane's sake's, seeing as Alicia and Diane liked each other and Will and Cary, and Will and Cary like Alicia and Diane.

Suddenly he feels like screaming. It's not fair Diane's best friend and partner, a man that he respected and looked up to, the man Alicia loved but never got a chance to tell and have their good timing, is dead, and his murderer is alive, albeit in prison, and continues to breathe and see his loved ones, while Will Gardner cannot breath or see his family, friends and the woman he loved ever again.

He joins in the hug Diane is giving Alicia, his and Diane's tears landing in Alicia's hair as they all grieve for the man who loved and respected them without asking for anything in return.

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A\N: This will probably be my longest Fluff and comfort oneshot I will ever do in this book. I'm currently on episode five of season 7 of The Good Wife, and am working on my 7th and 8th oneshots for this book and they will be out later today seeing as it's five minutes to 1 in the morning in the UK at the time of writing this authors note. I hope you enjoy, Angels.