12 am

A\N: I'm having writers block and to get over it, I'm free styling this little oneshot without editing it so it means this will probably be messy and full of mistakes but it's what makes me a good writer. 

In this Willicia oneshot, Alicia is drinking away her sorrows in a bar and the bartender calls the first number on her speed dial. Who is the first number on her speed dial and will they come and pick her up or leave her there? 

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He's in the middle of a dream that involves  him, Alicia and a dalmatian puppy in the park when the ringing of his phone pulls him out of it.  He groans as he grabbed his phone,  looking at the time and the Caller ID. He frowns when he sees it's 12 am and that it's Alicia calling him. 

Why is she calling me at this hour? She NEVER calls me at this time, at least not for a good  reason. He thinks to himself as he answers the call, fear seeping into his body. 

Phone call: 

Will: Alicia, are you okay? What's going on?

Alicia: This isn't Alicia. This is Josh from The Vets bar, Alicia is drunk and can't drive home, are you able to pick her up?
Will: Yes, I'll be there in 20 minutes. Keep her safe.

Josh: I'll keep an eye on her until you get here.

Will: Thanks, man.

Josh: No worries.

Phone call

Will rips the covers off him and changes into the first pair of jeans he gets his hands on, a t-shirt and sneakers before running out of his room and out of his apartment, grabbing his phone, car keys and wallet on his way out to drive to the bar. 

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Will doesn't care what he looks like walking into the bar, looking for Alicia. He spots her sitting at the bar, a row of shot glasses in front of her with a half-empty one in her hand. 

He walks up beside her, putting his hand on her back to alert her to his presence. "You've had enough for one night." He says, plucking the shot glass out of her hand, ignoring the glare she gives him. "Hey! I was drinking that." She protests, slurring heavily, with a pout. "Not anymore." He says with a sigh as he grabs her car keys from the bartender who gives him a nod. 

"Come on, Leesh." He says as he helps her to her feet and leads her out of the bar to his car. "Alicia, do you wanna go home?" He asks as he gets into the driver's side after clicking her seat belt over her drunk body. Alicia leans her head on the car window and mumbles incoherently so Will just drives back to his place, deciding that she won't want Zach and Grace to see her like this. He knows something is going on with her: he's only seen her like this once before. 

It was in Georgetown, after their  Mock Trial had made her feel like shit after ripping the plaintiff to shreds. He found her at the bar the two of them frequented, drunk out of her mind. 

He comes out of the memory as he pulls into his underground parking garage. He kills the engine and looks at his oldest friend and ex-lover who hasn't moved her head from the window. he un-clicks his seat belt and exits the car, walking around to the passenger side door, lifting an almost sleeping Alicia into his arms and carrying her into his building. 

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For once he's thankful he didn't lock his door when he left. He closes the door with his foot and carries her to his bedroom, laying her on his bed before getting her one of his long t-shirts to wear so she doesn't have to sleep in her court clothes. He takes off her heels and the rest of her clothes, pulling the long t-shirt over her bra. Once he's tucked the covers around her, he leaves the room and goes into his kitchen to grab a glass of water and an Advil before texting Peter on her phone, as much as he hates the man for putting Alicia and their kids through numerous hells, he knows Alicia would want Peter to know where she is.