Who: Ken Cosgrove & Peggy Olson

When: After work a few weeks after Peggy got her big break.

Why?: Aaron is more observant than people think.

Where: At Sterling Cooper after everyone has went home.

Rating: PG-13? I guess.

The constant clicking of the type writer was echoing off the walls of the now empty floor of Sterling Cooper. Peggy had a few more reports to type up before she went home, and wanted them done before her boss Don Draper came in the next day. A soft whistling sound could be heard at the other end of the floor almost making her jump out of her chair. She could of sworn everyone was gone, but there he was Mr. Ken Cosgrove walking out of his office with a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes focused on a manila folder in his hand.

It wasn't until Ken was at Pete Campbell's door when he saw her staring straight at him. He looked around and then back at her, and smiled brightly at her. Something that has become a rare sight to see in the past few days.

"Aren't you supposed to be home?" He asked tossing the fold on Campbell's secretaries desk and walked towards Peggy's.

"Oh, I'm just finishing up that's all." She said snapping out of her daze to smile at him innocently.

"Has anyone told you that you work to much." He asked leaning over her type writer and looking right into her eyes.

Peggy opened her mouth wanting to respond but no words came out. He did say he was persistent but she hoped the lack of tying these past few weeks was a sign of defeat. Little did she know he stopped due to a friends obvious attraction to her.

"Yes, I guess I have heard that once or twice in my life." She said softly gulping roughly feeling her face turn bright red.

Ken laughed softly as she stood up straight happy that he could still make a girl blush instead of hitting them like they normally did.

"Well I guess you have a good night." He said turning around and headed towards the door but he stopped dead in his tracks. That sick feeling in his stomach told him to keep walking but he had to say something. He had to at least ask if she was okay. Pete Campbell could be a Class A prick, and Ken was actually a nice guy if people gave him the chance to be.

He turned on his heel and walked towards her making her look up once more from her work. Peggy looked around her desk confused on what he was doing exactly. "Did you forget something? Or did you need me to leave a message for mister Draper?" She asked not thinking that maybe he was back for other reasons. She was honestly to niave at times for her own good.

"I know about you and Pete." He said and before she could even respond he held up his hand. "Just wait, Please let me get this out before you respond. I know. I mean I know enough to figure something is going on even if it's really just you two flirting. I noticed at your party how he stormed off after you danced towards him."

"But…" Ken once more held up his hand, and Peggy shut her mouth waiting for him to finish.

"I know what kind of guy he is, and I'm pretty sure I know what kind of gal you are. You're not his type, and I'm not saying that you're not good enough for him. I'm saying you can do a lot, and I do mean a lot better then Pete Campbell." He looked down and then back at her. "I don't want to see a nice, good, decent girl like you get destroyed by a prick like him. I mean I know I'm his friend, well sort of, but I don't like the way he honestly treats girls. Granted I'm no better but at least I'm not as bad as him."

Peggy couldn't believe this side of Ken she was seeing before her eyes. Who would have thought the class clown, the jokester, and all around wanna-be womanizer was saying this to her. She had a feeling he had ulterior motives but something in his eyes said he wasn't trying anything. For once she could tell Ken was being one hundred percent honest.

"Wow.." She wanted to denied the accusation but knew there was no use. The man was right, and she almost hated him for it. A single tear fell down her face and she quickly wiped it away before finally speaking. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." She whispered.

"You're welcome. Please don't tell anyone I said that. I do have a reputation after all, and" He laughed softly. "Never mind you probably won't say anything due to the situation anyway, but I figured I'd make sure."

Peggy nodded her head wishing he would just walk away, and leave her be. She felt like breaking down but her pride was to strong to allow that to happen in front of him.

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down his address, and phone number. "Here. I know you'll probably never use it but if you need anything. I do mean anything. Let me know." He said leaving the piece of paper on top of her type writer, and walking away. Once Peggy heard that small click sound, and the whistling tune coming from Ken's lips was finally silenced she began to cry. She touched her stomach feeling sick for the second time today. Little did she know her doctor's appointment the next would confirm her worst fears, and that from this moment on her life would be changed forever.

She lifted up the piece of paper and turned it around in her hands. Her eyes shifted slightly to the trash can by her desk, but right before she was going to throw it away she quickly shoved it into her purse. Something told her she was going to need the information very soon.