(Robert) I don't know what's going on with my lawyer. I thought that the little chat we had the other day while we were having lunch would make her see that I'm not a bad person. I think she's scared of me because of my drug history. Somehow, when I told her about my son and Calista, I had the feeling that she was understanding me and now I don't know... She's still scared as hell. I feel like I have to prove some things to her. Maybe she just doesn't know how it feels to be addicted to drugs. I have to show her what it's like. So tonight, I'll bring her to the 12 steps meeting. Why the hell am I doing this? I don't have a clue. Does it really matter to me if my own lawyer doesn't believe in me? Really? I don't know. Despite her weird sides, she's rather good in her practice. I'm confident that she'll do the best she can with my case. Why am I doing this? Maybe she reminds me too much of Calista... Maybe I like her.. Maybe I'm just feeling lonely... ----- "Don't talk to me!" Ally pointed a finger at Robert as they exited the rehab center. "Ally..." Robert was trailing after her, somewhat enjoying the little fit. "Pig!" Ally crossed her arms and began to walk down the sidewalk faster. "What an interesting metaphor," Robert raised an eyebrow, "Look, I apologize if I offended you or anything, I didn't mean to-" Ally whirled around and poked him in the chest, "Did you not understand when I said I didn't want to be introduced! That did not give you permission to say...'Hey, meet Ally McBeal, the chocoholic!' Robert paused, moving Ally's hand away from his chest. Holding her wrist in his hand, he sighed, "That's what you're upset about? Then in that case, I'm sorry." Ally yanked her wrist away, "They probably thought I was making fun of them." "No, they didn't, " Robert said, "In fact, one of them told me that you were very sweet." Ally's sour expression softened, a smile spreading across her face, "Re-really?" Robert nodded, "Of course, then I asked her if she was sure it was Ally, my lawyer that she was talking about." "Oh, funny," Ally narrowed her eyes. Robert was about to say something when he noticed a familar flash of light, visible out of the corner of his eye. "What the hell?" he said, brushing by Ally. She turned and followed his gaze, not seeing anything. "What are you looking at?" she asked. "I..uh...saw something," Robert said, his eyes searching the area. Where were they? "Huh? What do you mean?" Ally asked, confused. "Nothing, it must..I must just have been imagining it," he shook his head. "Alright," Ally said, searching through her purse for her car keys. Her cell phone phone rang, and between the papers she was trying to hold in her teeth, she tried to tell Robert to answer it. "Hello?" he said after he figured out how to turn it on, "Yeah..this is Ally McBeal's phone. Who's this? Oh hello Mr. Cage...yeah, this is Robert Downey Jr. No, please don't put Elaine on the line...what? Crazy fans? What crazy fans? My crazy fans! What- No, please don't let her on the line... they're doing what? " Robert saw the flash of light again. He knew what it was, he was certain now, "Shit. No, not at you Mr. Cage. Ally, where's your car?" Ally pointed down the block at where she had parked the car. Robert tilted his head in that direction, and they began to walk rapidly. "Now, what are you saying? The press too? Wait, you better talk to Ally," Robert handed Ally the phone. "John?" Ally said tentatively into the phone, as Robert reached for her car keys. "Not safe to drive while you talk," Robert said as they reached the car and he jogged out onto the street and unlocked the drivers side. "Ally?" John send on the other end of the phone through the noise of Robert turning the car on and pulling out into the street. "What's the matter?" Ally said into the phone, watching Robert as he drove. Was it safe to let him behind the wheel? She rattled through the list of restrictions she had. "There's....crazy....knock down...get inside....singing." John was lost in the static. "You have to speak up," Ally said, motioning for Robert to turn right. "There's some of Mr. Downey's crazy fans trying to knock down the door and get inside...and they're singing!" John was practically screaming now. "They're singing...what are they singing?" "Here, listen.." Ally heard a rustle, and in the background, she could faintly hear the large crowd singing. "I'm in love with Robert Downey Jr., won't you let me love you..." John came back on the line, "Apparently, someone told them Robert was due back here after the two of you left, and they want to meet him." Ally sighed, "Okay, we'll be there in a few seconds...Can you get us in through the back?" "There is no back," John said, "Okay..we're going to send out someone to go talk to them...No, Richard, you can't go out there. RICHARD! Ally, I gotta go." "I uh-" Ally sighed as John hung up the phone. Ally turned towards Robert, an aggravated look on her face. How could he look so content at a time like this? "Tha- that was John," Ally said. "So he told me," Robert replied, stopping at a red light, "You people really need to learn how to drive out here. Next left, right?" "Yeah," Ally said, tapping the cell phone against the dash, "he uhhh...what did he tell you what was umm..going on?" Ally giggled a bit, wondering how she was going to handle the crowd. She hated crowds. "Something about crazy singing fans, why?" Robert asked as he turned onto Beacon Street. Ally shrugged, "Oh, just asking..." They drove the next few blocks in silence until the office building came into view. Robert frowned as he saw the crowd of people chanting his name. "Aw..crap.." Robert said, stopping the car and turning towards Ally, "So...this is what you meant, huh? I take back the part about you being sweet." "This is not my fault," Ally said and thought quickly, "Alright, I don't know how to handle this, but my safest bet would be that we trade seats, and you run into the building.." "I run into the building?" Robert said skeptically, "and how exactly am I supposed to shove through all of these people?" "Well..." Ally swallowed hard as she watched the crowd, "We'll have our answer sooner than we thought." Robert watched in horror as the group of fans realized who was in the parked car and began stampeding towards them. He slumped down on the steering wheel, thinking. He turned the car back on, and began to drive at a snails pace through the crowd. He was sweating. Hadn't he gotten out of California to avoid all of the fan outbursts? Fans where trying to jump the car, screaming for rehab and not jail. Ally's eyes were opened wide in shock and fear. She looked over at Robert, waiting for instructions. He took a deep breath and nodded. They opened the doors of the cars and jumped out. Ally felt the crowd rush past her as they tried to get to Robert. One girl was screaming hysterically in her ear. "Teenybopper," Ally muttered as she was shoved out of the way, "Hey! Watch it..uhh...Robert?" She felt a hand grab her wrist, and she turned to look at its owner. Robert was holding on to her, struggling to sign an autograph with one hand, and escape the crowd at the same time. Ally smiled and pulled him through the crowd into the office building. "Is it always that bad?" Ally asked as she stared at Robert's rumpled hair. She ran her fingers over her lips. Yum. Robert shook his head, "Never..hmm..Ally, can I...my wrist?" Ally looked down and snatched her hand back, "Oh..um..sorry." Robert grinned, "Well, at least you're not afraid to touch me now. The twelve step meeting must have done wonders." Ally nodded, "Uh-huh..well, umm..I uhh...it's only going to get worse..people, you know? Elaine's upstairs." "Save me," Robert groaned. He paused, "But you know...I have a feeling she's the least of your worries at the moment." "Oh...right..your..testimony. Crap! You've got to...oh god..Come upstairs, we'll try to hide from Elaine." Robert looked confused for a second, and then nodded, "Oh, alright.." Ally began to walk towards the elevator, and stopped when she noticed Robert wasn't following her, "Robert?" "I give it back again...you're sweet and charming, " he stopped, "but not as much as me." Ally rolled her eyes, but couldn't help cracking a grin. Robert looked over at the elevator, "Uh..is there somewhere else we could go...because I don't know how much more bra signing I can take." Ally sighed, "We'd have to go back outside. Are you sure it's worth it?" Robert closed his eyes, "Oh, god yes! Anything but being asked to sign underwear. She still isn't off of that you know." Ally walked over to Robert and took her car keys from his hand. "Where are we going?" he asked. "My apartment," Ally replied as they dashed out into the waiting crowd. ----- (Ally) Talk about your interesting evenings. I had almost forgotten about the twelve step meeting after the whole fan escapade. It has to be hard to live that life. I still haven't forgotten the chocoholic statement though. Think really hard, if you are a drug addict, wouldn't you feel as if someone is making fun of you? And what exactly was it that he saw? His ex-wife? A member of the mafia? Oh god... Breathe Ally, breathe... But how can I breathe when he looks so....forgive me Larry...yummy... He makes me miss Larry, but there's something else there that I just can't put my finger on. I can't actually be attracted to him, can I? ----- As soon as they arrived to her apartment, Ally looked for Renee. In shock, she realized that her roomate wasn't there. The idea that they were alone invaded her mind. "Just breathe..." she told herself. "He's not going to bite you..." She took her coat off and kicking off her shoes half way, walked casually to the fridge where she looked for something to eat. "Nice place." Robert said, looking around. "Thanks." She got a large plate of leftovers out of the refrigerator. It still looked okay to her. "How about some Salmon and..." she began and then gasped. "ahh..." His head had just appeared next to her. He had his hand on the fridge door next to her and was looking inside. "Do you have some beer?" he asked taking his fingers out of the door as she was slamming it with an annoyed look. "Are you crazy?" she shouted out, separating the meal in two plates. "I'm your lawyer remember? Not a bartender.. You... you.. you just got out of your 12 steps meeting and you're asking for alcohol. I can't believe it!" "Gee... calm down Ally. I was asking for a beer not for a line." She slid his plate in the microwave and crossed her arms on her chest. He sat down at the table, looking a little disappointed. Like she would be crazy enough to let him drink. "I have to respect the ethics of my profession. I'm a professional, right... even if I can't keep my eyes of him..." She found herself smiling just by looking at him. He was almost pouting just like a kid who didn't get his dessert. "Oh... that face he's doing, it makes me want to ruffle up his hair.... He's so cute." The microwave beeped which made her get back to earth. "It smells good." he said, his eyes focused on the plate. "So much better than in rehab." A few minutes later, she was just sitting in front of him, holding her fork with one hand and the other writing down some ideas for his testimony. "Maybe I'll have to ask you some questions about your childhood. Would you mind?" "No... that's okay..I guess.." he said taking an other bite of the salmon. "Gosh... this is so good. Hmm..." "It's just leftovers." she objected, blushing behind her napkin. "It's just de-li-cious." he corrected. He bit into a carrot and the smile he flashed her made her blush even more. Staring back at her plate, she thought that Robert Downey Jr was in fact very charming. He just had a way of smiling that would make it impossible to her to not respond to it. "Oh gosh... Now he's charming..." "You know what?" she said, raising up. "I've got some wine." "Great!" ----- (Ally) I better stop drinking or I'll lose control of myself. My thoughts are flying. I don't want to say what I'm thinking about... it would be inappropriate and I would hate myself for putting words on what I'm feeling right now. So I guess I better stop thinking and take an other glass of wine. It just feels so good. ----- (Robert) She asks me again to pour some more wine in her glass. I can tell by the way she's acting that she not really used to drinking. I'm telling her that she must stop before really getting drunk, but she insists. With a laugh, she puts her hands next to mine as I'm filling up her glass. Our fingers touch for a second. She smiles. She has the most adorable smile. ----- A hour later, they were at their second bottle of wine. That bottle was on the floor next to the couch where they were sitting trying to work on his testimony. "You know what?" Ally said, noticing that she was slowly losing her coordination. "I have to thank you for bringing me to..." She paused, feeling a little dizzy. She closed her eyes and when she opened them up, Robert had moved a little closer. Her only thought was: "Oh..." "To the 12 steps meeting?" he finished. "Don't tell me that it opened your eyes to the terrible world of addicts and that you're about to join us." "Se... serious... seriously." she tried to say, feeling like her mouth wasn't following. "He! He!" Laughing, she leaned her head back on the couch just where Robert's arm was standing. She slightly turned herself to face him, her eyes glancing at his knees. They were pratically touching hers but she didn't mind. She was feeling completely relaxed... completely drawn to him... "What?" he asked, holding his head with a hand and smiling at her like she was about to make a joke. "Seriously." she tried again, happy that the word had came out perfectly. "I had never realised how much drugs could destroy a life... When that guy... huh..." "Mike?" "Huh... yeah... when he talked about what had happened to him.. It was so..." She couldn't find any words that would suit to what she had in mind. Mike one of the resident had lost his wife and his three year old daughter after he had took drugs. He was so stoned, sitting on a chair and completely into space that he wasn't aware that a fire was burning the walls. The firemen had to take him out a few minutes later. "It was so sad." Robert completed again, looking away. "How can you look happy and then a minute af.. after so sad?" Ally whispered, intrigued. Her eyes moved from his face to her own hand now stroking his head gently like it was the natural thing to do. She removed it with a gasp of surprise. "What am I doing?" she thought. "I don't know maybe I'm just neurotic." he said, half smiling. "Believe me... Robert..." she objected. "Between you and me... I'm the one who's neurotic." "Maybe the word freak would be more appropriate." "Aaahh... Funny!" she exclaimed punching him on the chest, noticing how it was muscular and then thinking: "oh...my...gosh..." He grabbed her hand and held it in his, not letting it go. "Just like in my dream." Ally remembered, feeling warmth rushing to her face. She took a glimpse at her fingers captured between his and looked back at him straight in the eyes. She noticed that they were glowing strangely. "We just had too much wine." she thought, confused. "That's all..." "I'm really... really neurotic." she insisted. "What are the things you do?" he asked, leaning closer. "Let's see... huh... I bang my head... on walls and doors when I'm upset." she began posing between words because her head was turning. "Sometimes, when I'm really mad I like to throw things at people ... I also hallucinate things such as dancing babies, unicorns, Barry Manillow..." "Interesting..." he said smiling widely. "Now tell me that you're neurotic!" "Well... let's see..." he said, raising his shoulders. "Despite my addictions, I have some fears at night when I'm going to bed. I just got this idea that there's some kind of monster under my bed and that he's going to grab my ankles." "You better be kidding!" she let out, laughing. She felt one of his finger caressing the palm of her hand. Why would he had to touch her with a single finger just like in her dream? Was that dream prophetic? If it was, she had to make him stop... but she just couldn't protest. His finger was so soft on her skin... "It's just a finger." she thought, confused. "Just a little, innocent finger. There is nothing... huh... sexual about it!" She stretched and reached for her glass of wine. She drank a full gulp, feeling his eyes staring at the top of her head. "And sometimes... I like to smell shoes." he added forcing his eyebrows. She choked with her wine, her hand waving in front of her mouth. When she finally swallowed it, she bursted out in laughter. "You're a freak!" "Just kidding!" His arm was still standing on her side. She could even tell that she had a side on the couch since he was so dangerously close to her. She turned her head slightly and felt his arm under her cheek. "My skin... on... your skin..." she thought troubled by the sensations she was having. "No I mean... se... serious..sly." she tried to say, stumbling on the same word again. "I'm even more neurotic than you... I'm totally insecure... I'm self absorbed..." "I'm even worse... I'm selfish." he said, cutting her short. "I have these major up and downs. I'm totally... reckless." "I'm erratic." she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm impulsive." There, to make his point he leaned closer and kissed her. His lips sensuously on hers, he pulled her a little closer to him. She closed her eyes, feeling her whole body melting, she was about to respond to his kiss when he backed away, looking embarassed. "Huh...Rob... Robert" she stammered. "You... you..." "We better focus on the testimony." he mumbled, reaching for the file now waiting on the floor next to the couch and avoiding eye contact with her. "You... you... just... kissed... me" she whispered almost to herself, her fingers on her lips. She was still in shock. "Huh... yeah... " He grabbed her pen while she was staring at him. Nervously, he began to write something next to the part she had written about an hour ago. She just couldn't tell what he was writting, she just couldn't take her eyes of his lips. That was all that she could see... Those lips that were on hers a moment before, giving her an unexpected kisses that made her doubt its reality. "What...huh...Why?" she asked. "I just had to." he simply said. She grabbed her glass of wine again and took a slip after the other. She noded, trying to get her mind back on the case. They remained silent, a few inches away from each other. ----- (Ally) He kissed me! Robert Downey Jr kissed me! How was I supposed to react to this? I wish I could be cool about it but I'm not... I'm here standing next to him with alcohol flowing in my veins. I had too much wine... that's the thing! Here's the proof that I'm really neurotic. I...am..his...lawyer... and I just can't remember anything of his case. The only thing I can think of is his kiss. Why did he had to kiss me? How come I have the feeling that it was too short? Since the moment I met him, I wondered how it would feel like. Yes, he has this strange resemblance with Larry. Sometimes, he just sounds just like him... his voice, his eyes... but... That kiss was a lot more different. It wasn't a Larry kiss. It was totally unexpected, surprising... sweet... and exciting. It made me miss Larry and forget about him at the same time. I'm confused... I'm thrilled... I'm... I want him to kiss me again. ----- (Robert) What the hell is wrong with me? I just kissed my lawyer! I just had this rush to kiss her and I don't know why. Is it because I miss Calista? Is it because she reminds me too much of her? When I kissed her, I felt alive for the first time in weeks.... that's all that I know... But... I'm screwing things again. I have this talent for screwing things! I should go... but I don't want to go... ----- "Look Ally..." he whispered breaking the silence. "I'm really sorry..." "That's okay..." she tried to explain as he was looking down at the floor. "It was just a moment of confusion." "Yeah..." Their eyes met and they got tied up in an intense gaze. Like it was possessed by its own life, she felt her hand covering his. "I'm... I'm your lawyer." she stuttered, feeling his breath on her cheek. "And you're my client... so..." "So... let's keep it that way." "Great." She smiled, nodding. Then with a feeling of reality, she brought her lips on his. She felt his hand reaching for her neck. This time, he didn't had to pull her to him, she was doing it by herself, pressing herself against him, her hands running down on her chest, feeling his whole body shivering beneath her touch. Her lips were asking for more, tasting him, teasing him. Slowly, they broke apart, breathless. "Okay..." Robert murmured, holding her hand to his heart. "This is going to far." She had to feel if he was like Larry... She had to feel if he was different from Larry... She kissed him again. ----- - Renee made her way to Ally's room and opened the door like she was used to do every morning. She sneaked her head in and looked inside. Her mouth dropped when she saw who was laying down next to her roomate. "OH! MY GODNESS!" Renee shouted out. Ally's mouth which seemed stuck to Robert's shoulder slowly opened with a yawn. Smiling, she dropped a kiss on his skin before her eyes opened with difficulty. "Hey Renee..." she mumbled, pulling herself closer to him and feeling his arms wrapping around her. "Ally!" Renee exclaimed pointing Robert. "What have you done? Oh my God!" Ally followed her finger's direction and a scream escaped from her mouth. "AaaaaaaahhhhhHHH!" She jumped out of bed, pulling the covers and wrapped them around her to hide her nudity. Imitating her roomate, she pointed at Robert still screaming. Both had a nice view of his naked buttock. "Huh...What?" he mumbled, sitting up. "Woah!" He grabbed a pillow and used it to hide his man areas. His eyes darted around the room, obviously with no idea of where he was. "Wh... Wh...What happened?" Ally stuttered, holding the covers to her neck. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here because of the testimony." he explained trying to replace his hair. "I mean... What are you doing HERE?" she asked, her hand guesturing to the bed and then covering her opened mouth. "Oh..huh..." he hesitated, taking a look under the pillow. "We had sex." Ally gasped like it was a total surprise to her. Somehow, she was wishing that there was a better explanation for them being naked and sharing the same bed. "I..I.." she stuttered, her face pale. "I don't remember." She didn't recall much of the previous night. Was it just her imagination or had they been making out on her couch? No! It wasn't only her imagination, it didn't happened only in her head. It was real. Her eyes lowered to Robert's chest. "Oh my... it looks familiar." she thought with panic. She felt her stomach squeezing firmly and made her eyes move to Renee who was still standing on the door frame, looking back and forth at them, with amusement. "Maybe I should take a picture.." Renee suggested laughing. "Get out Renee! GET OUT!" Ally pushed her roomate out of her bedroom, she walked next to the bed, almost tripping on the covers wrapping her. "We had too much wine." Robert said rubbing his eyes firmly. "I...I was drunk and you took advantage of me, you pig!" Ally yelled, pointing a accusative finger at him. "Woah! You were the one who pulled my pants down first!" he snapped back. "Oh...I.. Did I?" she let out, feeling dizzy. "Oh...no! I didn't! NOOOO!!!!!!!!" "Or maybe YOU took advantage of me..." Robert joked. "I was drunk too." Ally's head was turning, the walls seemed to move by themselves behind Robert. There was this bad taste in her mouth, insupportable... "Huh...Ally? Are you alright?" Robert asked, noticing that her face had turned to green. "I'm just feeling..." A hand to her mouth, she ran to the bathroom where she threw up in the toilet. She stretched her arm, trying to reach for the toilet paper, she felt a hand grabbing her fingers. She threw up again, crying at the same time. "Here take this." Robert said softly, handing toiler paper to her. "Do you feel any better?" Gently, he let his hand rub her back. She noded, wipping her mouth with the paper. He helped her to raise up, the feeling of blackout she had increased when she noticed that he was standing naked before her. Her eyes dropped to his stomach and then lower. "That looks familiar too. Nooo!" she thought again, fighting to step away for his arms. Panting, she grabbed a towel and threw it at him. He caught it, his eyebrows raised in a look of surprise. "A hand towell... huh... okay." he said, covering his man areas with a half smile. "Thanks." "Fine!" she exclaimed, regaining a little strength. "You got me pregnant!" Robert burst out in laugher, a hand holding the towel. "Ally... that can't be! You don't get morning sickness the morning after the conception and you can't get pregnant because I was wearing a condom." "What?" He noded, making his way back to the bedroom. She took an other look at his buttock, following him with that dizzy feeling that wasn't leaving her a second. "Wow!" she heard the little voice in her head say, already feeling guilty by the thought of that single word. "I was wearing a condom." he repeated, lying down on the bed with the hand towel covering very little of him. "That was premeditated!" Ally snapped, rising the covers to her chin. "What? You showed up at my... my apartment with a full box of condoms, wanting to get laid. What is it with you mo... movie stars?" "Ally... calm down. Those condoms were yours. There were in your drawer right there." "Wh... what?" She followed the direction of his finger and opened the drawer with a trembling hand. She saw the box of condoms and took a look inside. It was empty. "AaaaaahhhH!" she screamed, throwing the box at his head. "There... there were five left! AaaaaaahH!!!!" "Huh.. yeah... wild night" Robert said, half smiling. "I have to take a shower... I have to...." she mumbled, turning on her heels and heading back to the bathroom. "If only water could wash away everything" she was thinking, turning the water on. She got into the shower and started to soap herself firmly, her skin turning to red. "I slept with Robert Downey Jr! I slept with Robert Downey Jr!" she kept repeating, the water flowing on her head. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She reached for the shampoo and while she was starting to soap her hair, it hit her. She got one of her first flashback of the previous night: ----- "This is wrong Ally..." Robert was protesting while I was moving my hands under his t-shirt. I kissed him again, my lips making sure to be tempting enough so he would respond to my kiss. "Don't you dare say no Robert Downey Jr..." I was thinking. He tried to push me back gently but I pulled him back to me. "I may be drunk..." I began, fighting with his shirt. "But I know what I want. And I want you..." I moved my mouth to his lower lip and slip my tongue to his mouth, meeting his. "There... Can you resist to this?" He couldn't obviously. He groaned, his fingers started to unbutton my blouse with impatience. He caught my face with both hands, deepening the kiss with fever. I reached for my blouse and tried to take it off wondering why we had to wear clothes to live. He put his hands on mine, asking me silently to stop my move. "No let me..." he begged. He pulled me to him, making me move on the top of him. He made the blouse slide down on my arms as his lips were running on my skin making me shiver and moan at the same time. I didn't care about the mafia and the gun anymore. "Who the hell said that he's a bad boy? He's so soft.. so sweet..." He brushed the hair off my face, softly and stared into my eyes. "You're so beautiful." he whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I noded, capturing his lips again. I could taste the wine on his kiss. I just couldn't get enough of this. He was hot... I was sexy... It was all that I needed. My hands moved to his belt. My coordination was missing. I changed my mind and focused on the idea that I had to take this t-shirt of his off. That was all that I had in mind. ----- Ally turned the water to cold, gasping. She rinsed her hair quickly, her hands trembling, her mind flashing her images she wished she could stop just by denying them. But she couldn't deny anything. She had sex with Robert Downey Jr and she even enjoyed it as it seemed now. She pushed the shower curtain and wrapped herself in a large towel. Her hair soaking wet, she opened the bathroom door to make the steam come out. "Oh!" she let out. Robert was still lying on the bed with the pillow back on him. He turned his head to her and tried a shy smile. "Hey! Feel any better?" She slammed the door and threw up again, her hand on her stomach. She washed her teeth, avoiding to look at her reflect in the mirror. She was ashamed of herself. Taking a deep breath, she headed back to the bedroom her hands on her waist. "Why are doing still in bed?" she asked, furious and confused. She saw a smile forming on his lips. "That smile just made me lose it yesterday." she thought, forcing herself to stare at something else. "Okay... his feeth... that is the only neutral thing on him." "My clothes." he explained. "They're in the living room." "Oh..." Ally gasped. She rushed outside, slamming the door behind her and praying that she wouldn't meet Renee half way. She leaned on the couch. His pants were on the floor next to her blouse. His boxers were behind a cushion. A strap was shown between Robert files and the empty bottle of wine. "Great my bra!" she exclaimed. She heard Renee's laughter behind her. She turned to face her, hiding Robert's boxer and her bra behind her back. "What are you doing Ally?" she asked. "Just... Just cleaning a... a little." "Hmm... yeah..." Renee added, her arms crossed on her chest. "What a mess!" Ally rushed past her, her eyes looking to the ceiling. She heard her roomate giggle. "Ally McBeal slept with Robert Downey Jr... He! He!" "Aaaarrrrgh!" ------ Renee was in the kitchen preparing coffee when Robert got out of the room followed by a Ally who looked terribly pale under her make-up. He, on his side, looked in good shape. She presumed by his wet hair that he had just got out of the shower. "How about some breakfast Mr Downey?" Renee proposed, insisting on his last name with a signing voice. "No!" Ally exclaimed. "I have to take him to the rehab center. Oh my..." "Okay..." Robert simply said, raising his shoulders. "I...I... I have to... to..." Ally stammered, her eyes glancing at Robert's arms. "I have to take my... my... my client to rehab. That's what I have to do." ----- Robert handed Ally her coffee- black and very strong- and watched as she wrinkled her face at the taste of it. "Ughh..." Ally said, feeling her stomach bubbling again. She swallowed hard, and pressed her head against the steering wheel. "Please let me get through this day," she thought to herself as she sat back up and turned the ignition back on. They drove the rest of the way in silence, Ally trying her best to keep her full concentration on the road. Her mind kept going back to her slowly returning memories of the night before which included the alcohol. She didn't know how they made it, but soon they were pulling into the parking lot of the rehab center. Ally parked the car, and lost her balance getting out of the car. Robert was there to catch her, his strong arms along her back. "You okay?" he asked, concern filling his voice. "Shut up!" she snapped. Ally wiggled away from him and wobbled on her heels. Finally regaining her balance, she trudged ahead, Robert following her, her coffee cup in his hands. The receptionist at the front desk had seen them from a distance, and was already buzzing Robert's parole officer to inform him of their arrival. "You can go through," the receptionist said in a sing-song voice that said clearly: You are in trouble! Ally growled at her, and Robert led her by the arm towards the direction they had to go. Ally reached out for her coffee cup, taking large sips of it to try and look presentable. They found the office, and Robert's parole officer was seated at his desk, an unhappy look on his face. Ally and Robert sat down in the chairs opposite of him like children whose hands had been found in the cookie jar before dinner. Ally began to chug her coffee, both Robert and his parole officer looking at her. "Umm.." Ally laughed nervously, "Okay..Mr. Parole Officer..uhh..Johnson..uh..Mr. Johnson. I apologize," she enunicated, trying to gather her thoughts, "I should have called you..and um..informed you, that's it, informed you that I would be keeping umm..Robert..I mean..Mr. Downey..uhh...uh..testimony? He has testimony, and we were umm..mmmmm...uhh..preparing? " Robert and Mr. Johnson were looking at Ally, the former trying to keep a smile back. The latter was wondering where exactly Robert had found this "quack". "So you where preparing?" the parole officer made it sound more like a statement than a question. Ally nodded her head vigorously. "And I assure you," she continued, "I kept my eye on him...he only left my sight to go to the bathroom...he was with me all ni-ni-ight.." ----- "Where's your bedroom?" Robert asked, slidding a finger under the strap of my bra. I kissed him again. He didn't have to talk. I just wanted him to touch me. He made the strap fall down slowly with a finger. That same finger was now teasing my breast. I moaned and bit his lower lip. "Gosh... that finger is killing me..." ----- "Ally? Ally.. Ally!" "Ms. McBeal?" "Night.." Ally shook her head, coming back to reality, "and I apologize again for not having called you...it's not Mr. Downey's fault. He assumed I was following all..procedures.." Ally could feel Robert's eyes on the side of her face. ----- Procedure number one: smiling at him, show your interest to him. Number two: Do that thing with your eyes and make him know that you're thinking about it. Number three: the kiss... he has to know that you want more. ----- "Alright, Ms. McBeal," Mr. Johnson reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a sheet of paper, "Just read over this and sign it." "What is it?" Ally asked, reaching for the pen that was being handed to her. "It's a form stating that that you didn't allow Mr. Downey to use any form of drugs." "What? Are you saying...you think I corrupted him?" Ally's hand shook. ----- I think I understand now..." I said, making his belt fly away. "Why girls are just crazy about you..." "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Why does he has to be shy about it? That makes him even more cute to me. That makes me want to... No... I have to do it." He started to undo his pants, he protested again but weakly. First, the button.. next, the zip, finally his pants were down and I had a hand under his boxers. "Ally..." he said in my ear. "This is wrong" ----- Ally stood up, signing the form quickly. She ran out of the room, her stomach turning. Her hand clamped firmly over her mouth, she made it to the nearest bathroom just in time. Robert was waiting for her when she came out. She looked up at him, her face wet with tears. "I did undo your pants first, didn't I?" she mumbled. Robert opened his arms and she fell into them. ----- [Ally] I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm just emotionally and physically worn out. Every part of my body hurts..all of it aches...I feel like I've wronged someone... Larry...I've wronged Larry.. but somehow..I know I shouldn't feel this way. I've cheated on a memory..a near memory...one I can still smell, can still hear, whose laughter still rings in my ears. The love that still makes my heart skip a beat when I think of him... In a way though..I don't think I'll regret having slept with Robert in the long haul. He's taught me something...I don't think I slept with him because he reminds me of Larry..no..he knows how it feels... Ally stormed into the office, her head still pounding. Every light seemed like a million needles poking her right in the forehead. "Hey Ally," one of the assistants said. "Don't talk to me," Ally muttered as she shoved her way into the confrence room. All her co-workers were already in there, looking at her in the same reverence and awe they had ever since she had become Robert's lawyer. It's not that they cared about her, they wanted to be able to tell themselves that they had inside info on a movie star. She hadn't even sat down when they began to blurt questions out about Robert. She didn't want to answer them because the only thing she could think of was the night before. Which led her to feel really uncomfortable and giggly. And giggling made her head hurt even worse..and ugh..she didn't want to get into him at all! She turned her heel and went to her office. She laid her head on her desk, hoping to get a short nap. It was much to her surprise to find Robert sitting across from her when she opened her eyes. She sat up, blinking rapidly. "Hey Ally." "Hey Robert. How..how long have you been sitting here?" "Oh!You're not screaming this time... Good thing! I guess you're not scared of me anymore." Robert smiled, pushing a cup towards her, "Here, I brought you some juice." "Huh....huh... Yeah.. Friday's the.... the testimony. Are you okay about it?" Ally took the lid off of the orange juice. No pulp, just like she liked it...she wondered how he knew. "I'm a little nervous. I guess I'll just have to act like I'm not," Robert said, standing up to stretch. Ally took a sip of her orange juice. It made her feel better, and she smiled at him gratefully. Robert smiled back, and sat down on the corner of her desk. Ally knew that if she was Elaine, she'd be sweating profusely at the moment. "About last night..." he trailed off, not quite sure if this was the right way to bring it up. "W...What... a.. about last night?" Ally stammered, almost biting through her cup. "Don't tell me... you still don't remember...gee!" Robert crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. Ally almost choked on her orange juice. As she coughed, Robert rubbed her back. "I...huh...I remember..." Ally swallowed hard and nodded. Robert drew his hand back from her and smiled. "Good!" "No this is not good.." Ally muttered, shaking her head, "it... it was good but... but..." "I know we should keep it profesionnal." he finished looking away and out the window. Ally sighed, relieved, "You're right... I'm not even attracted..to you.." She blushed, not believing the lie that was coming out of her mouth. Robert his head back at her last statemnt and bobbed his head. "Me neither," he scrunched up his nose, almost trying to emphazise his false point. Ally looked up at him. Their gazes locked, his intense brown eyes locked on her own honey brown windows of the soul. Ally chewed on her lower lip, her eyes conveying the message loud and clear...I am attracted to you. Robert's eyes echoed, a small smile playing on his lips. Ally finally tore herself away from him. "Should I call you Mr Downey?" she closed her eyes, trying not to look at him. "No Robert will do," he said, standing up and walking towards the window. Ally followed him, not sure what it all meant. "But we won't get intimate." she said firmly. "Promise," Robert said turning back towards her and extending his hand. Ally looked down, and slid her hand into his. The shook on it, and stepped back. Both looked away from one another, confused. You shouldn't lie in matters of the heart. ----- "The defense calls Mr. Robert Downey Jr. to the stand." Ally and Robert both stood up, the latter being led to the stand by the baliff. Robert was instructed to raise his right hand and took the oath. Once he sat down, Ally walked out in front of the witness stand, mentally sending a message to Robert. You can do this. Ally took a deep breath and began with her questioning, "Mr. Downey...you've been a user of drugs for a long time haven't you?" "Yes," Robert replied, keeping his answer brief like Ally had instructed. Ally nodded and continued. "In fact, you've been using drugs since you were in elementry school, isn't this correct?" Robert nodded, "That's correct." "And isn't it true that your father was the one who gave you the drugs in the first place?" "Yes." Ally took a dramatic pause, "Hmm..so why didn't you tell him no when he gave you the drugs?" "I was...little..I didn't know what they were. And by the time I recognized what they were, I was addicted. I couldn't stop." "So obviously in all of this time, you've tried to get help?" She tried to soften the tone of her voice, noticing that Robert was nervous...oh, he had every right to be...but having him be a bundle of nerves wasn't going to help. "Yes." "Let's go back to the night of November 25th. You were staying at the Merv Griffin hotel?" "That's correct." Ally continued with various questions about that night, and then began with questions about his drug use. She was winding down with her questions when she decided to throw him a curve ball. "Alright...Mr. Downey...what was the feeling you got the last time you had sex...I mean...the last time you used drugs?" Ally shook her head. She knew the answer to the first question. Damn those Fredudian slips. Robert had to draw on all of his talents as an actor not to smile, "Well...at first it was a rush. You're up there...you need it...and you think it needs you. But then it's a total crash and burn. You realize how completely idiotic the choice you made was." Ally looked down, the final question coming to her, "You said before that you've tried to get help through rehab and various programs...if they haven't worked before, why should we believe that it will work this time?" Robert paused, before looking her straight in the eye, his eyes watering. "I don't know...I can't guarantee it...all I know is that I'm taking it one day at a time. And I can't look at it like that if I don't get the help I need. And I need help...I need help." "No further questions your honor," Ally said, feeling her own eyes begin to well up. She couldn't take it. She sat down at the table, covering her head with her hands. She couldn't hear what the DA was saying, but something in Robert's voice told her that he needed her to look at him. Looking up, she noticed it wasn't she that he was searching for. Ally turned her head around to look at the audience. It was then that she saw the a person leave the courtroom, a person who from the back looked much like her. Ally turned back towards Robert, who was shaking his head and asking the DA to repeat her question. ----- (Ally) I just can't believe it! It has to be a nightmare! Damn it! Damn it! There's this picture of me and Robert on the National Enquire. That night when we were going out of the rehab center after the 12 steps meeting and Robert saw something behind me... It... was a FUCKIN' paparazzi!!!! And now, I'm just staring, my mouth wide open, at that picture. I have both hands on Robert's chest (Ah! I was pushing him because I was mad about the chocoholic thing) but it doesn't look like I am mad.. it looks like we're intimate just because of his damn sexy smile and his hands covering mine. DAMN IT! Once I'm gonna to see him, I'm gonna throw this damn thing to his cute face!!!! Great! Now there's an article about us... What? Troubled actor Robert Downey Jr wild affair with Calista Flockhart's look alike????? What the hell??? Okay.... Ally... just breathe and read.. 'Junkie actor Robert Downey Jr in trouble again. Reliable sources have told us that he has chosen a lawyer who strangely looks like Calista Flockhart, his tv show costar and secret lover. The two have been separated since his case has been moved to Boston. There he met Ally McBeal a lawyer whose reputation for being a maneater is not a secret to anyone. A close Downey friend reveals: "Robert is very vulnerable at the moment. No wonder why he's falling for his lawyer. She reminds him of Calista which he's still in love with." However another source tells us, "[Ally] genuinely cares for Robert, and someone who belivies in him is what he needs right now." Seems a little too far for his lawyer in our opinions. Also, Miss McBeal is apparently the same Calista lookalike who was spotted with Robert in February as he picked her up from a restraunt in Los Angeles. Seems might suspicous to us, don't you think?" AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ----- [Robert] I've spent too much time waiting for her phone call...too much time. The second I saw her in court, I wanted to bolt from the room. I wanted to stop her and tell her how sorry I was about everything...even though I had done it before. I wanted her to take my hand, kiss me on the forhead, tell me in that voice of hers..."Downey, it's okay. We'll get through this. Just one step at a time...one step at a time." Then the moment in time would come where I would have to leave. And unlike our television counterparts...I don't know if I'm coming back...I don't know if I can come back. But I need to know that she wants me and that in some way she needs me as much as I think I need her. She's like air...pure sweet air. I'd die without it... But she hasn't called...she just walked out, and all I could do was blather at the DA. I've spent countless hours staring at the ceiling, waiting for my counselor to come in and say.."Mr. Downey, phone call for you from a Miss... ?" I had it all in my head.. I would bolt out of be and run out into the hall towards the front desk. I would take the phone from the snooty receptionist, and then her voice would come on the line. "Hey....missed you." Then I'd be all smiles, and tell her all about the past few weeks...the progress I've made, "We made sock bunnies," I'd tell her. She'd laugh and say, "Sock bunnies? Downey...I don't see you making sock bunnies." I'd pretend to take mock offense, and she'd soothe me, "Well..you were never much good at the crafty stuff...Liam's around..so I can't exactly tell you what I think you are very good at.." It would be my turn to blush and laugh. We'd talk a little more, and then she'd put Liam on the phone. I'd coo at the baby, and then she and I would talk some more. But then it's time to say goodbye. "No goodbyes, Downey.." "Alright then...good night." "Very funny," she'd sigh, "Miss you...take care of yourself." "I will...see you." "See you," and with that she would hang up. I would hand the receptionist the phone and walk away with a huge smile on my face. Of course that never happened though..and I'm bouncing a ball off of my wall. It makes an interesting noise when it hits. Plop..plop..plop.. The ball bounces out of reach of my hand and bounces on the floor, rolling under my bed. I lean over to pick it up, and find a handwritten note from Ally giving me instructions to the courthouse...ones that I would never use since she and I have become each others mode of transportation. Ally..it's a sweet name, the way it rolls of your tounge when you say it. Allyson McBeal... ----- "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, what is it?" "Is it just Ally...or is that short for anything?" "Allyson. I perfer Ally though." "...You know..Robert Downey Jr. isn't my real name either.." "Is isn't?" "Robert Elias..that's my birth name.." "Oh! Well..I like Downey better.." "Yeah, so do I.." ----- I laugh a little at the memory...it was back when she was still afraid of me. God, how things can change in one day. I close my eyes and remember the feel of her. The way her eyes look up at me, her touch, the smile, the laugh...but most of all the cute way of talking that she has. She stammers when she talks, but it makes you follow her...makes you look at her to encourage her that she can say what is one her mind. When she finishes and looks up at you shyly, chewing on her lip, it melts you heart. The pout of her lips, the smell of vanilla and flowers, and her intelligence draw you in like a magnet you can't excape from. Ally McBeal really is something... the past few days, her smile has gotten me out of bed... "Hey..Robert!" I look up at my parole officer, who seems to be wondering why I'm hanging halfway off of my bed. I sit back up and run my fingers through my hair, "Yeah..just meditating. Sting said its best to let all of the blood rush to your head." "Alright..anyway..your lawyer called. She wants you over there pronto." Forget a phone call. This is what I've been waiting for. ----- Ally spent the whole day mumbling in her office. She would write a line of her closing and then stare back at the picture. Of course all the lawyers knew about the article and some of them were having a great deal of fun teasing her about it. Elaine was quite interested about that wild affair. She wanted to have more details about it. At the end of the day, Ally had only a pen and Robert's file on her desk. She had thrown basically everything that was on her reach at people sneaking head in her office's door and pronouncing the name of the actor. She was getting out of the unisex when Elaine stepped in front of her, smiling with all her teeth. "Ally..." she said, taking a deep breath and continuing quickly: "Robert Downey Jr is in you office." Ally forced a grin and almost push her secretary away. "FINE!" Ally slammed the door to her office shut, making the picture frames rattle. Robert was leaning backwards on her desk, watching her with a bemused look. Ally threw the tabloid at him. "I never should have taken your case! Now my life is a complete mess.." she babbled, pacing around the room. Robert examined the tabloid, and closed it, placing it on her desk. "So..." Robert said, his voice calm to her high-pitched hysteria. "What do you mean.... SO??? SO! So.. I am mad!" Ally threw her hands up in the air, her facing turning various shades of red. "It's nothing to worry about," Robert shrugged. He was used to the tabloids. They loved to make up stories, and this was just another one of them. "I am a maneater??? Waaaahh! Am I?" Ally was becoming upset. She put her hands on her hips, her leg moving nervously. Robert smiled. "Well... for what I can remember.. you know how to use your mouth." Ally grabbed the cushion from one of the chairs and threw it at him. He caught it with ease and placed it on the floor. Ally had a small smile on her face, and he grinned, "Aha! It's working.." He paused and continued, "Tabloids are always about crap. Don't worry...there's been plenty about me and they aren't true so..." Ally nodded, "The mafia..." Robert rolled his eyes, "The mafia?" He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "And you believe it?" Ally looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed and stupid for having been so worried about it, "Huh...I..," she giggled, "may...maybe... sorry!" Robert crossed his arms, "Have you read the whole article?" Ally took a step closer to him, "If you can call it an article." "At the end it says that I'm gay.." "Oh!" Ally giggled...she hadn't gotten that far...she had dropped it when she read about the mafia. "Am I gay, Ally?" he asked. Ally laughed, "Huh..." ----- "I want to make love to you Ally." Gosh... Robert... Do you have to ask? He's sliding my panties down with that tempting finger of his. His lips follow his touch. I can't take it anymore. ----- Ally opened her eyes, almost feeling him touching her from the memory, "No..I don't think so." He smiled, and Ally melted. It was that smile..she couldn't explain it...it was so unique...it was just so..sexy. She blushed, and Robert reached out for her, "Come 'ere." He pulled her between his legs, her back to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and she could feel his breath. She giggled, wondering what that tabloids would have to say after finding them in this position. He ran his hand down her arm, and Ally could feel all of the air being sucked out of her from the utter heaven she was in. "Ally.." he said, brushing away a lock of her hair. His finger touched her ear, and a jolt of electricity sped through her body, her heart fluttering. "Don't believe those tabloids." "Did I say something?" she replied innocently, a smile forming on her face. Robert grinned, and kissed her jawline. He stood up, gently pushing him off of her, and Ally turned to look at him puzzled. He looked down and then back up at her. "Although that thing about falling for you may be true..." Ally could swear that he was about to kiss her. In his eyes she could see that he was tempted. She stood there, her legs weakening beneath his gaze. That feeling of dizziness was making her feel like she was in a dream, but this time it wasn't the result of alcohol. He had an effect on her that she just couldn't deny. His hand moved from his cheek to the nape of her neck. She could feel his finger shyly touching her hair. As he was leaning a little closer , her heart seemed to stop. "Now..." she whispered. "We're in trouble." He stepped forward, noding. "Hmm... I guess so..." he said, disappointed. That hand caressing her hair a moment ago was now in the pocket of his leather coat. "Why can't I just shut up sometimes?" Ally asked herself but then thinking that it was probably the best thing to do. They were playing with fire and both knew it. Robert raised his head, shooting her that stunning smile of his. "I'd love to walk you home." he said, softly. Ally responded to his smile. Walking home to her place could mean a lot and just the thought of it was troubling her. "But I can't," he finished, raising his shoulders. "I guess that YOU have to take me home... if we can call rehab a home." he finished with a touch of sadness. "Sure!" she exclaimed with a joyous tone. Her tone could almost betray a certain relief but her worries weren't at their end. She had to drive her car with him seating on her side. They left her office. She walked fastly to the elevator noticing that there were only a few people left in the firm. They got inside, avoiding to make eye contact but still the tension was there. "How am I doing to do this? How can I resist?" Ally kept asking herself, as they were getting out and heading to her car. They sat inside. She turned the key on, her fingers trembling. She turned her head slightly, taking a glimpse at Robert. He was looking at her his teeth biting his lower lip. "Great!" she thought, her stomach squeezing with anticipation. "He's tempted too. I can see it just by the way he looks at me. He's so easy to read... unlike Larry... Larry? Larry! No!" She sighed. Larry was gone, so why bother? She drove in silence. Neither of them thought about turning the radio on to fill that silence. She was thinking that whatever she would say would sound stupid and her last wish was to sound stupid to him. She pulled the car in front of the rehab center and turned the key off. She stared at her set of keys, wondering if she could try a look at him again. "So... here we are." Robert finally said, breaking the silence. "Huh...yeah..." She almost banged her head on the steering, thinking: "Great! That was very witty Ally!" She noded still staring into space. They stood there a moment in silence, listening to the other's breathing. Then, Robert touched her cheek softly and she lost it. A second after, her lips were on his and her hands were wandering under his leather coat, exploring his chest. He let a hand slowly run down to her waist and then lowering to her thigts, his tongue meeting hers. They broke apart, painting. "I should go..." he whispered without conviction. "I know..." She pulled back to him asking for an other kiss. Their lips joined together was setting electricity. She moaned as his fingers were reaching for her breast. Her own fingers were fighting to get his belt off. "You're my lawyer.." Robert protested, nibbling that sensitive part of her neck. "You're my client." she responded back. He was about to unbotton her shirt when a police car pulled behind Ally's car. The broke apart fixing their clothes feeling like they just had been caught. Both sighed, while the policemen were entering the rehab center. "I'm always scared when I see them." Robert said, half smiling. "I... I... understand..." He noded, his eyes sparkling. He took her hand and caressed it slowly. Ally closed her eyes, never thinking a hand stroke could be so erotic. The bang of a car door shook them out of their private moment, and Robert cleared his throat. "I really have to go..." he sighed. "Yeah..." "Goodnight Ms McBeal." "Goodnight Mr Downey." He got out of the car. She just had to call him back and... he would come back... But... Ally didn't do anything. ----- Please scroll up again for the next page. Sorry for the inconvenience!!

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