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A/N: Hiii! Don't hate us! But, to start off the new year, Hela and I are giving you a new chapter. And as a New Year's resolution, we promise so deeply that we will continue to post throughout the year more regularly. (I hope) I go busy. :( Well, we love you and hope you love the new chapter!

Hela&Bee

She stepped out of the elevator and walked down the dark hallway to slither of light streaming from the cracked door. She pushed the door open lightly and listened as the door hinges made a shrill squeak. Jess' head lifted up from its spot on his palms, he smirked and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her carefully.

"Hey there," he said, his voice laced with sleep that had yet to overcome him.

Rory felt a shiver course through her veins. Something about the tone of his voice had her thoughts in a less professional environment. She quickly shook the thought with a look of disgust and gave him an unpleasant smile, "Hi. What's the emergency?"

He shrugged his broad shoulders and tilted his head to the right side, "I just wanted you down here. Figured if I could get you alone in my office, I could seduce you."

"Oh my God," she muttered, her face hot with anger, "you are the most infuriating pervert I have ever laid eyes on!"

"Then you haven't met Dan's uncle," he stated, his voice calm and casual.

"You made me come all the way down here so you ca-,"

"I was kidding, Rory," he commented, his voice still calm, but louder so he could be heard.

She stopped speaking, folding her arms across her chest, "So you do need my help?"

"Unfortunately, I am begging for your help," He said, leaning up in his chair, "so … please?"

"Okay," she gave him a small, fake smile, "okay."

"Alright," he smirked and stood up, walking around the desk, "The design team sent back about three articles that needed to be edited. Words need to be cut, because its way too damn long and Sylvia seems to go on a rant each time she writes. I just don't know what to cut, nor do I have time for it. I'm setting up meetings with new photographers and I just don't have time. Can you please help me? Usually Dan will come and help, but he's cooking for Julie at the house."

Rory was smiling when he was done with his mini-rant, her head shaking slightly, "Take a breath, buddy. I'll help you."

"You're a doll."

Brooke walked into the apartment, dropping her purse on the counter, "Hey Jules."

Julie smiled and rested her head back on the couch, "Hey there. I've been dying for you two to get home. I am so completely bored."

"No Dan tonight?"

Julie shook her head, "Nope. Not tonight. I had too much to do around here. Where's Rory?"

A grin spread across the younger girl's face as she plopped down beside Julie on the sofa, "Rory is at work."

"Good Lord!" Julie shrieked, "That girl never takes a break! I'm going to call her and tell her to get her little ass back home so we can watch movies."

"No!" Brooke grabbed her arm to stop her from picking up the phone, "No ma'am. She is only at work because Jess called her in. He needed help."

Her eyebrow raised, "What kind of help?"

"Not that kind of help, you dirty bird," she giggled. "He needed help with some work stuff. And she agreed. However, this might end in Rory getting laid."

"It's about time," Julie grinned, "Oh I cannot wait to tease her about this one."

"Agreed," Brooke smirked.

Rory yawned, leaning back against his large leather chair. His chair was much nicer than hers, which she had already figured. It was large and soft against her back; the leather was smooth and unscratched. She ran her hand down the side of it, closing her eyes. Yeah, only a Gilmore would find pleasure in the texture of a chair.

"Are you done trying to get to second base with my chair?" Jess retorted, a smirk plastered on his face. She jumped, startled at his voice.

"I thought you went to make copies," she mumbled, turning her attention back to the computer screen.

"Well I'm done making copies," he chuckled, walking over to stand behind her. "How's the article coming along?"

"Nice. I mean it was easy to figure out which words to cut. Sylvia is the best bull-shitter we have on the staff."

Jess laughed, setting down the stack of papers at the end of his desk, "You're not lying."

"I try not to," she muttered, re-reading over the other articles he assigned to her. "So why couldn't you do this, again? I mean you are the Editor. Or did you really just get the job because Dan is your best friend and has been since you were kiddies?"

Jess stopped, looking up with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

She turned the chair around, holding up a frame with a photo of two teenage boys with football jerseys on and a goofy grin plastered on their faces. "I didn't know you two had been friends for so long."

"Yeah. So?"

"Is that how you got this job?"

"You're asking me if I got this position because of my connection and close bond with the Sparks?"

Rory rolled her eyes, throwing her feet up into the chair with her. "Do not act offended. With all the shit you give me, I have a right to ask this. Don't I?"

"I am offended. Don't you think that Mr. Sparks has better taste than to hire me just because I'm his son's best friend? Don't you think I'm good enough to be an Editor?"

She backtracked, quickly, seeing the anger in his eyes. "I just mean- Well, I don't know- I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry. I mean you're right; Mr. Sparks does have better taste than that. And you are a … good editor?"

"I'm a what?"

"A," she mumbled something under her breath that he didn't catch.

"What's that?"

"A good editor!"

"Well, Ms. Gilmore, I'm flattered that you think so highly of me," he said, his voice low and almost husky. He leaned over her chair and smiled, his breath just inches from her ear, "But let's keep the complimenting down to a minimum. We wouldn't want our relationship to seem anything more than professional."

Her face flushed. Her skin felt hot and she had the urge to fan herself with whatever seemed closest. She cleared her throat and scooted the chair up and away from him. Briefly, she wondered how he could be so offended and then so flirtatious in less than two minutes. "Shut up and just," she growled under her breath, "you annoy me."

"You're blushing."

"No," she argued, "it's just hot in here. You have the air conditioner cut off or something."

"Uh huh," he smirked, walking away from her, "if that's what you want to think."

Rory rolled her eyes, "Go make more copies!"

"Or coffee?" He called back, pausing in the hall as she contemplated on whether or not to take the bait.

With a sigh, she slumped into her chair. "Or coffee," she mumbled, weakly.

Jess chuckled and walked down the hall.

"Done," she smiled, sliding out of his amazing chair so he could look over the articles. In her sleepy daze, she clutched onto the coffee and slid down in front of his desk, plopping on the floor.

Jess scrolled through the articles, chuckling at things she had added. "This is good, Rory."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, her voice thick. She stretched back against his wooden desk and covered the yawn escaping her lips.

"Yeah," he smiled, sending the documents back to the design team. He turned his chair to face her and his eyes fell to the ground where she was resting. "You tired?"

"It's 1:55 in the morning," she retorted, closing her heavy eyelids, "of course I'm tired."

Jess stood up and pulled up the fabric at his knees, moving to sit down beside her. He leaned his head back against the wood and smirked, "It is pretty comfortable down here."

She laughed, lazily sipping the coffee in her hand, "It is."

"Thanks for your help," he mumbled, closing his eyes for just a second so he could rest.

Rory moved down so her head was lying on the fluffy carpet beneath her. "No problem," she muttered, her eyes shut.

The alarm rang through the blonde's room; her hand flew out from under her white comforter to slam against the clock. Immediately, it stopped.

She lifted up out of bed and threw her feet onto the ground, shuffling them into her pink slippers.

"Rory?" She called, walking across the hall, padding against the floor. "Rory, wake up! You have to tell me how your night with McHot-," she paused, opening her door to see her bed made and no sign of Rory anywhere.

Her smile grew as she ran to the kitchen to grab the phone.

He stirred at a small noise, feeling a heavy weight resting on his stomach. He glanced down and smirked at the brunette tangle of curls plastered against his shirt. He rubbed his eyes and lifted up, her head rolling to his legs.

He gently picked her head up and laid it on the carpeted floor. If she awoke on his chest, she would shit a brick. He laughed at what her reaction would be and shook his head, lying back down on the floor and falling back to sleep.

A few moments later Rory blinked a couple of times before coming to her senses. She stretched and groaned when she hit a wooden wall behind her. "Ow. Shit." She scooted herself to the right and felt another block behind her.

What the hell?

She glanced behind her and shrieked, seeing the male spooning her from behind. He jumped at the noise and clutched her for a moment. Once he adjusted to being awake, his grip loosened and he sat up as well.

"The world needs more Leonard," Brooke sighed and leaned over the counter, almost laying on it, exhaustion taking over her self control.

"You mean short and ridiculously shy nerds?" Lorelai asked with a teasing smile. Brooke laughed and her aunt sipped her coffee.

It had been a long week but what was really taking a toll on the younger brunette was the impending doom that was waiting for her. Talking about the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory seemed like a nice way of getting her mind off of things.

"No, you mean person! I meant sweet. He's really sweet. Boys aren't sweet anymore," Brooke mumbled eyeing her aunt's cup of coffee with envy.

"You're too young and don't have enough life experience to be this cynical. Now stop looking at my coffee like that and go pour yourself one."

"Luke has a strict policy about employees and free coffee," Brooke replied with a scowl. She turned her head to the left and sent a glare at her boss.

"Luke has a lot of policies; unfortunately for him they're all pointless. Go serve yourself a cup, I'll deal with my husband," Lorelai smiled at her niece.

Brooke laughed and straightened up just in time to see her mother enter the diner. Her smile faltered so fast, Lorelai was afraid she might forget how to ever smile again.

"Lucas," Loraine nodded to Luke with a curt smile. Luke rolled his eyes and mumbled a quick 'hello' before disappearing back to the kitchen.

Loraine sent a hard look at her sister. "When will you teach your husband manners?"

"Once he masters the basics, like roll over, play dead ... you know," Lorelai deadpanned.

"Are you using sarcasm again?"

"I don't know, Loraine, am I?"

"And now I remember why I don't visit you any more than necessary," Loraine glared.

When Lorelai's only answer was a smirk, Loraine turned to her daughter who'd been sipping a fresh cup of coffee and was trying to not laugh. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Depends."

"On what?" Her mother asked, her eyes tightening.

"On whether or not you're still convinced my presence is vital at this stupid thing," Brooke said, already more tense.

"I absolutely am. You must come."

"Must?" Lorelai asked with a roll of her blue eyes.

"Keep. Out. Of. This," Loraine said through clenched teeth.

"Oh come on, you're talking like Mom."

"Lorelai, when I need your input on how to raise my daughter, I'll ask it. Until then, please refrain from commenting," Loraine seethed.

"Raise your daughter? News Flash big sis! She's an adult. She doesn't need you to tell her what to do anymore," Lorelai replied while throwing her hands in the air.

"Yeah, that's why she's working here," she spat with disgust, "when she could be at Brown University!"

"How can you say something like that?" Lorelai jumped out of her seat, anger flashing dangerously in her eyes.

Brooke watched the two sisters yell at each other, petrified and unable to interfere. It was not the first time the Gilmore sisters would argue in front of her but it certainly was the first time she was the source of the quarrel.

"You are turning into Emily!"

"Don't call her that!"

"She used to treat me the way you treat your daughter. Look how that relationship turned out," Lorelai pointed out.

"She treated me the same way; there's nothing wrong with our relationship!"

"That's because you did exactly what she wanted you to do," Lorelai screamed while pointing her index finger at her sister.

"Well, maybe you should have done the same thing," Loraine said throwing daggers at her. She crossed her arms and watched as anger turned to incredulity in her younger sister's eyes. A wave of guilt washed over Loraine, so strong it was almost suffocating her.

She really hated arguing with Lorelai. Despite their differences, there was a deep respect and love bonding them together. Never before now had one of them diminished the other's accomplishments. Loraine had just done that and she wanted so badly to apologize that the words were already forming on her tongue when Lorelai interrupted.

"I'm very happy with my life, Loraine. If you and Mom could look around yourselves and really appreciate things, you'd have noticed that," She stopped to take a deep breath and felt Luke's hand grip hers.

Sometime during the argument he had left the kitchen and was now standing behind his wife, looking at Loraine with a harshness that was unusual for him.

Lorelai lifted her eyes to his and smiled. He kissed her forehead and Loraine looked away. When she shifted her eyes back to the couple, Lorelai was smiling. "I know you think I don't have the right to interfere, but I love Brooke as if she was my own. I only have her best interest in mind."

At that she turned to peck her husband's lips and left the diner, leaving behind a very awkward group of people. Loraine looked at Luke with apology written all over her. He sighed. On his way to the counter he patted her shoulder, rather tensely and she nodded.

Brooke approached her mother, uncertain. She still did not want to go to that stupid charity thingy. It would be boring, useless and she'd probably end up castrating one of the suitors her mother sent her way.

At the moment, though, it did not matter. It was so important to Loraine that she ended up insulting her sister in her attempts to convince her daughter to come with her.

So Brooke would go.

"Come on, Mom," she said putting a hand on her arm. "Quick, before Miss Patty judges it wise to come comfort you," Brooke tried to joke. It worked; her mother smiled.

"Morning," he mumbled, trying to ease the tension.

Her eyes were still wide and shocked until she shook her head briefly, and slammed her palm to her forehead, closing her eyes.

"Look, nothing happened," Jess said, leaning forward to catch her expression.

"I know," she stated, calmly. "I know. I'm sorry. I just freaked out."

Jess chuckled, standing up slowly. "Obviously." He looked up at the clock and sighed, glancing at his cell phone that he left on his desk the night before.

26 missed calls.

He groaned.

"Dan's freaking the fuck out," Jess laughed, looking down at her dazed form. She slowly stood up and stretched out her joints that felt sore from the lack of comfortableness in her sleeping position.

"I would imagine so, I mean Ju-," she stopped and whined before slapping her forehead. "Julie is going to get such a kick out of this."

"Most likely," Jess deadpanned. He dialed Dan and heard his voicemail pick up after the second ring. He did it again and got the same thing. "I better get home before Dan calls the cops. Thank you for the help."

For the first time all morning, Rory smiled. "No problem, Jess. It was nice."

"Nice?"

She smiled and shook her head. "You're not so bad once you get past the thick coat of hair gel and sarcasm."

Chuckling softly, Jess ran his hand through his hair. "Well thank you, Ms. Gilmore. I'll see you Monday."

"I'll see you Monday," Rory smiled, walking out of his office as she straightened her clothes.

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