A/N: This is my imagining of what Will and Alicia's meeting and first date might have been like.

Swish (verb)-A basketball term meaning "Nothing but net"

In her pink one-piece swim suit, Alicia Cavanaugh couldn't have felt more self-conscious than if she'd been standing in the midst of the crowd of Georgetown students naked. What was she doing there anyway?

Oh yes… she was there because of Amanda, her dorm roommate and friend. Although in all honesty, Alicia was no longer certain that the word friend could be used to describe Amanda Greenfly. What kind of friend thrusts their friend into a realm of uncomfortableness by forcing them to attend a midnight pool party against their will?

Perhaps force was too strong of a word, but Alicia refused to change her theory on that subject. She definitely didn't want to be there and the sad truth was that she didn't belong there. She'd come to Georgetown University for a reason and one reason only; to become a lawyer, and a damn good one at that. She was, even at her young age, bound and determined to become the best damned lawyer that anyone had ever seen. The morons who said that women weren't capable of being good lawyers had never met Alicia Cavanaugh, but they would. And when that day came, she was going to make sure that she knocked their socks off.

But she'd barely been a law student for six months when Amanda decided that Alicia had endured enough academics and it was time that for her to discover the social side of Georgetown. Alicia should have known that taking Amanda's already-unwanted advice was not a good idea. This party proved it in ten-fold. If Alicia really had been a lawyer, or better yet a judge, Amanda would have been sentenced to a month of tutoring Alicia in Intro to Law, followed by three meals a day in the Georgetown Cafeteria. That was a sentence that nobody would want.

"INCOMING!"

She barely had time to react when she was hit with a tidal wave of heavily chlorinated water that not only soaked her previously dry swim suit, but her carefully styled hair. It had probably been completely pointless to style her hair before going to a pool party in the first place, but at the time she had no intention of swimming. And when she'd reluctantly followed Amanda Greenfly across the huge Georgetown campus to the house where the party was held (the biggest house she'd ever seen; a mansion with a enormous pool in the monstrosity of a backyard), she was grateful that she didn't feel as though she looked completely horrible. But now all of that had been ruined, along with her hair and her makeup.

For a second it was hard to breathe, as though she'd been thrown into the pool and was gasping for air. And then she shivered from the sudden cold, remembering a second too late that she'd stupidly neglected to bring a towel. What kind of idiot went to a pool party and forgot to bring a towel?

Coming to this party had been a bad idea of epic proportions. Her only plans had been to make an appearance and then leave. Well, she'd made an appearance all right. But she couldn't very well leave like this; soaking wet and looking every bit the outcast.

Suddenly she felt a warm weight around her shoulders; one that was surprisingly soft, like a blanket. Curious, she turned around to find herself looking at the most handsome face she'd ever seen. He seemed too old to be considered a boy, for what boy would be at a midnight pool party at Georgetown University? His looks were that of a young man, barely into his twenties, she guessed. And for a moment she was rendered speechless; an act that was indeed a rarity.

"I'm really sorry about that." He said. The words made her weak. Not only was he extremely handsome, but he had a nice voice as well.

Perhaps coming to a midnight pool party wasn't such a bad idea after all.