Title: Save Me

Author: Cathy aka kyleschick

Couple: Rory and Dean

Rating: PG-13

Summary: It's a new beginning for Rory as she and Paris open their own law firm. Rory begins to deal with this career change, Paris' nerve-wrecking antics and the complications when she gets her first case. Meanwhile, Dean finds himself coming to terms with a secret he's been ashamed of since we last saw him in Stars Hollow. How does he cope? Narcoleptics.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Gilmore Girls nor do I own John Grisham's The Rainmaker.

Author's Note: This fanfic was really influenced and is loosely based on the novel The Rainmaker by John Grisham and the song Amsterdam by Coldplay. Hope you guys like the fic, it's my first Narcoleptics fic so please be kind.

Chapter 1: Getting Into the Swing of Things

[ Rory ]

I sighed as I placed the cardboard box down onto a desk in the small office room. Everything was finally coming into place. Paris and I had done it; we had just begun moving into our own office, our new law firm. I sat down on the edge of the desk and looked around the small space, remembering how it all started… Becoming a lawyer had been a dream for Paris since the beginning, with her neurotic spunk and energy, it was no surprise that she wanted to make a career out of arguing with others. As for me, I never even thought about becoming a lawyer, my heart had always been set on becoming a journalist. I wanted to express myself through my writing rather than through verbal means.

At the beginning of university I had majored in Journalism but as time passed, somehow while helping Paris study for her law exams and finals I found myself roped into this whole new world, a world that revolved around law. It was ridiculous at first but I started to enjoy law. And when Paris suggested that I change majors so that we could continue with our 'life journey', I was a little hesitant but then I gave in. I knew it didn't make sense but somewhere and somehow I felt that this was the right choice for me. I mean, I could always go back to school and pursue a career in Journalism later, right now my calling was in becoming a lawyer. Anyway, life never really makes any sense because hadn't my heart always been set on going to Harvard and hear I am at Yale…

"Rory, could you move those boxes off my desk so I can set up our new phone?" asked an annoyed Paris as she rushed into the office.

I smiled as I looked up at her, remembering how Paris had pleaded with me to set up our own practice even though we weren't going to finish law school until May, which ends in two weeks and then after that we still had to prepare for the bar exam in June. But Paris had been persistent and had said that if we were going to succeed then we needed to be ahead of everyone.

"So, what do you think? Gellar & Gilmore." Said Paris, breaking into my thoughts. I got up from the desk and stood beside Paris as we took in the whole room. It was finally ours.

"Sounds good," I said, smiling at her.

"Or, if you like Gilmore & Gellar better, but I thought alphabetically would be a lot more sensible and it sounds better, I mean we want an eye catching name but not too eye catching that people think that we're under qualified and incompetent…" rambled Paris, pacing around the office room. I took her arm and tried to calm her down.

"Paris, it's fine. Gellar & Gilmore is perfect." I said. Paris looked up at me, calming down a little bit.

"Are you sure?" she asked. I nodded. She slumped down her shoulders and loosened up a bit.

"Okay, then it's settled. Now, I'll have my desk here and your desk will be by the window, near the filing cabinets. We can buy some nice furniture, but none of that trendy stuff, we want to be professional." She said, looking at me pointedly. I gave her an innocent look and nodded.

"Yes, no trendy furniture." I said, pretending to make a note of everything she said. I stifled a laugh as I watched her begin the pacing again as she sternly commanded the rules of the office.

"… and before you know it, we'll have our office up and running." She finished as she went to sit down behind her desk. I took this as a cue to go to my own desk, so I went over to the window and sat behind my own.

"Rory, you know what else we need?" asked Paris, as she spun out of her desk chair and started taking a few boxes to the filing cabinets.

"What?" I asked as I watched her excitedly open the drawers.

"Clients! Files, accounts…" she replied. I looked at her, furrowing my eyebrows slightly.

"Umm… Paris, we haven't even written the bar yet, how can we possibly have client? We're not lawyers yet." I asked.

"See, not yet but we will be lawyers. It is never too early. There's no rule that states that we can't have clients. Just as long as we don't practice law then we're not breaking any rules. We need to be prepared for our future. Come on Rory, be ahead of the game!" exclaimed Paris, slamming her hand onto my desk. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Don't tell me you're going to start chasing ambulances now?" I joked. Paris looked at me seriously.

"Of course not, ambulances are too hectic and the patients are too concentrated on their 'injuries' to actually pay attention to anything except themselves. I'm much more professional then that. Chasing ambulances?" scoffed Paris. I looked at her amused.

"So then what method of acquiring clients are you going to employ?" I asked, trying to hide my laughter.

"See I will be perusing the hospitals and gaining the confidences of helpless victims, making sure that I can provide them with efficient care and then sign up clients." Said Paris, seriously. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I see, very professional." I replied, nodding my head. Paris shot me a look.

"Paris, can't we just wait for clients to come to us?" I proposed.

"This is a tough world, if you want to get something done, you have to do it yourself. Get the dirt, even if it means hanging around the hospitals." Uttered Paris. I sat back in my desk chair and sighed, how did I get myself into this?

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