Author's Note: Okay. Since many of you liked my first chapter, I've decided that the next few will be random drabbles that all have to do with one night Daniel and Wilhelmina spend together since the title is "Ce Soir" (aka "Tonight"). This chapter takes place during "Back In Her Place". Some drabbles may be related to each other, and if they're not, then I'll let you know. Thank you for your wonderful reviews on my other fics!

After shooing Marc out of his office and getting the gum off of his chin, Daniel sat down at his desk and shuffled some papers, organizing them so he could go home. Everyone in the office was gone except for some stray janitors that worked the night shift. He placed some folders in his brief case and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled to himself, remembering his conversation with Marc about how he lost eight pounds. He looked down at himself and puffed out his chest, sucking in his gut. He could get used to having Marc as an assistant. He was just about to stand up when he saw movement in his doorway and paused, recognizing the person immediately. "Wilhelmina?"

She stared at him from the threshold of his office for a moment, a firm frown placed on her usual smirking lips. She cleared her throat and asked, "How do you do it?"

Daniel frowned, confused by her presence and question. "Do what?"

She took a few steps into the room and he noticed her face was glistening with silent tears. "How do you go on, day after day, without Molly by your side?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly.

He stood up and walked towards her until he stood right in front of her. She kept his gaze, not willing to break completely, yet. "Wilhelmina, are you all right?"

"Just answer me!" She yelled, startling not only him, but herself as well.

"Wilhelmina," he started, running a hand over his face. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about Molly. Even though she's not here, right beside me, or waiting at home for me, she's still here," he gestured to his head and then to his heart, "every minute of every day."

A sob escaped her suddenly, and he looked at her, shocked. She kept her gaze down, trying desperately to stop the emotions that were pouring from her.

"Wilhelmina, what is this about?" Daniel whispered, laying a gentle, but tentative hand on her arm.

She looked up at him, her eyes red and teary. "Connor left me… again." Daniel furrowed his brows in confusion. Taking notice, she sighed. "I wanted to marry him to prove that I'm willing to commit to him as much as he's committed to his prison sentence. When I got there, the guard said he had been transferred to another prison. He wants me to live my life, but," she stopped, feeling the tears spill from her eyes again, "I don't want to live my life without him." She looked up at him and saw his unreadable expression.

She was about to turn and leave when she felt his hands on her upper arms, pulling her towards him. Too exhausted and needing the feeling of someone's arms around her, she collapsed into his form, wrapping her arms tight around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. Daniel rubbed her back soothingly, occasionally whispering comforting words in her ear. When her sobs died down and only sniffles could be heard, Daniel stepped back and cupped her face in his hands, wiping away the stray tears with the pads of his thumbs. "He doesn't deserve you, Wilhelmina." She opened her mouth to say something, but he pressed a finger to her lips and wrapped his arms around her again. "He doesn't deserve you."