A/N: Why are Emmett and Elle so adorable? It’s impossible not to write about them all the time.

“Define Interlocutory Order.”

Elle paced the room, a Red Bull in one hand and Bruiser in the other.

“Um…oh, I know this, I do…”

“Temporary order issued…”

“Temporary order issued during…um…”

“The course of litigation?”

“The course of litigation, right, that can’t be…um…appealed, because…”

“It isn’t final.”

“Right! I knew that.”

Elle flopped onto the bed, startling Bruiser and sending droplets of Red Bull onto the floor.

“This is hopeless. I’m totally screwed for this test.”

“Elle, you’re going to be fine if you just trust yourself to know the answers.”

“But that’s just it! I don’t know any of the answers!” She sighed, leaning her head back on the pillows and allowing her hair to splay all over them, “I’m never going to get this.”

“Never say never.” Emmett said, smiling. Elle glared back in response.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve done this already.”

“Come on, you can do this. Just look over your notes one more time and I’ll quiz you again. You’ll get it.”

She sighed. “Fine. Why do you always have to be right?”

Now, months later, Elle was being interviewed by reporters asking how she possibly knew that Chutney had been lying about her whereabouts during the murder. Emmett watched on from the side, seeing her flash them a smile and say, in her bubbly, energetic voice, “The rules of hair care are simple and concrete. Any Cosmo girl would have known.”

Of course Elle would say that, brush off her intelligence to something that anyone could have read in a magazine. She was being modest, but Emmett knew how much she knew about law that helped her win this case, things that had nothing to do with hair care. She waved off the reporters then and for the first time, turned to face him.

“Emmett!” she ran to him, her arms outstretched, and his pride took over as he lifted her off the ground, spinning her around. He wondered, as he went to place her down, if it would be inappropriate to kiss her, and before he could answer his own question, a reporter in a suit Elle would want to burn stuck a microphone into his face, screeching, “Are you Ms. Woods’ boyfriend?”

Suddenly he dropped her hands and stammered, “Um, no, no, I’m just…” he flicked his eyes to hers, “Her friend. I’m her friend, Emmett.”

“Oh.” The reporter’s eyes and expression dropped, as if she was bored with his answer, and shrugged. “Okay, then.” As quickly as she’d appeared, she was gone, moving over to Brooke. “So how does it feel to know that justice was served?”

Emmett looked back at Elle, who was blushing profusely, and she looked back up at him. “I’m sorry…about that. She must have assumed…”

“Right, of course.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, before Emmett decided to get over it and plastered a smile on his face. “Hey, let’s get out of here.”

Elle looked relieved and smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.”

They headed out the doors unnoticed and drove in a comfortable silence back to the dorms. When Emmett pulled in front of Elle’s, he turned to her.

“Well, this is it.”

She looked back at him, something like disappointment looming in her eyes. “Maybe…maybe you could come in? We should celebrate, after all, we did win the case.”

He smiled. “Definitely.”

He turned off the car and they walked up to Elle’s dorm together, ignoring the students who had seen the case on television and had heard of her big win.

When the door was shut, Elle sighed and leaned against it, dropping her purse to the floor. “Thank God that’s over. Finally, some peace.”

“I know what you mean.” He concurred, remembering the awkward feeling of standing in the room full of reporters.

Emmett…if that reporter hadn’t come up to us, would you have…”

“Would I have…” He coaxed, tossing his suit jacket on a chair.

“Kissed me?” She blurted out, immediately looking to the floor instead of at him, blushing.

He was frozen for a second, trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. “Kissed you? Is that what you said?”

“Yeah…I mean, of course, I shouldn’t have thought that. Obviously that was stupid of me…”

“Elle.” He was suddenly right in front of her, a hand on her arm to stop the rambling. “I…I wanted to.”

Her eyes lit up. “You did?”

“Of course I did. But…I didn’t think…I didn’t know you felt the same way about me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re such a great, wonderful guy, Emmett.”

“It’s just that a girl like you would…would never want a guy like me.”

She stayed silent a moment, covering his hand with hers, and smirked. “Never say never, Emmett.”

So he kissed her this time, holding her against the door, and it was more perfect than he’d imagined, more magical than he’d ever dreamed, and when they broke apart, she smiled, resting her forehead against his.

“Why did you start using that phrase, anyway?” she asked.

“My mom. She always used to say that to me, when I said I’d never get into law school.”

“Well,” she said, pulling him close to her, lips inches apart, “You’re mom’s one smart woman, then.”

Fin