Title: Judging Lorelai
Chapter: One
Chapter Title: An Independence Day
Improv: Pretend, Lust, Loathe, Personality
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Gilmore Girls, that's Amy Sherman
Palladino. I do not own anything from Judging Amy, that's Amy Brenneman.
Summary: Lorelai finds herself drawn into a custody case that hits close
to home for both her and the judge, Amy Gray.
Authors Note: This is a crossover with Judging Amy.
With a sigh Lorelai ceased lusting after Colin Farrell. She made a mental note to bug Rory about seeing Phonebooth as she closed her People magazine. She'd just have to play pretend later. She needed to see Sookie, her friend's bubbly personality would cheer her up. Plus Michel was in the kitchen counting his raspberries or something else equally insane. She could boot him back to the desk to deal with Rune, and already her day was looking better. She walked out from behind the desk towards the kitchen. Before she could reach the doors they swung open and Michel stepped out. "Oh good," Lorelai said, "I was just coming to find you."
"What is the emergency?"
"I'm taking a break and you need to cover the front desk. Oh and I expect Rune to be here any minute to fix that molding behind it."
"I loathe you," the Frenchman sneered.
"I loathe you too honey," Lorelai said sweetly. Michel walked to the desk as Lorelai continued into the kitchen. Sookie looked up from where she was slicing an onion and smiled at her friend.
"Lorelai!" She gestured with the knife towards a plate. "You have to try one of those."
Lorelai approached the plate, "What is it?" She picked up a little pastry looking creation, drizzled with a sugar glaze.
"Tonight's desert."
Lorelai bit into the pastry, a red substance oozing out onto her fingers and the corner of her lips. "Mmm," she moaned around a mouthful, she swallowed. "Sook, these are fantastic! What's in the filling?"
"It's some of Jackson's fresh boysenberry crop."
"Boysenberries are red?"
"Sure they are."
"Well it's real good, but it's a little messy." Lorelai popped the last bit into her mouth and licked her finger.
"Yeah," Sookie joined her at the plate, looking down. "I wondered about that."
They looked at the plate thinking. "Could you make them bite-size?" Lorelai asked.
"Oh sure!" Sookie exclaimed beaming as she nodded enthusiastically, "Great idea."
"No problem, you work on that, and could you package up some of these delish little babies for me to take to Rory?"
"Sure, sure."
"Great" Lorelai smiled. "I've got to go to check on something, talk to you later?"
"Absolutely."
Lorelai walked out of the kitchen and was heading for the desk when a maid intercepted her.
"Miss Lorelai?"
"Yes Bella?"
"I think you'd better see this," Bella motioned for Lorelai to follow her.
"See what?" Lorelai followed her to the elevator. They entered the doors that had just opened and let out a guest.
"We have a slight problem in room 503" The doors closed and Bella pushed a button.
"Oh great," Lorelai moaned, remembering the previous occupant, a television personality from Boston who thought he was hot stuff. "Did Mr. Green steal the towels?"
"Oh no, I wish."
"It's that much worse?"
Bella nodded as the doors opened. The two women stepped out and Bella led Lorelai to where her cart was in front of rooms 503 and 504. She unlocked 503 and pushed the door open, "Have a look."
Lorelai peered into the room, not seeing anything necessarily out of the ordinary until the toilet flushed and a little blonde girl came out of the bathroom. Lorelai's eyes widened as did the girl's.
"You're not my daddy," the little girl said.
"No, I'm not. I'm Lorelai," Lorelai knelt, introducing herself and holding out her hand. "I run this inn."
"Oh," the girl looked unsure for a moment then shook Lorelai's hand.
"What's your name?"
"May."
"That's a pretty name May," Lorelai paused. "Is your daddy Mr. Green?"
"Yes," the girl smiled. "You've seen him on television?"
"Not exactly," Lorelai said slowly. "May, can you stay right here?" May nodded. "Good. I'm going to have someone send you up something to eat, would you like that?"
She looked thoughtful, "How much does it cost? Because daddy says I cost to much. He says I'm a gimme. But I don't know what that means."
"It's free."
"Then yes please."
"Great, you stay right here with Bella," Lorelai glanced at the maid who nodded. "I'll be right back." Lorelai smiled at the little girl and hurried down the hall to the elevators. Once she was inside, alone, and the doors shut she slumped a little against the wall. "Oh my god."
When she reached the lobby she made a beeline for the kitchen. "Sookie," she called as she entered.
"Yeah?" Sookie answered from where she was stirring something in a bowl.
"Could you send two of those large pastries I had up to room 503 with someone from room service," Lorelai walked to the phone on the wall and selected an empty line before picking it up.
"Sure," Sookie stopped stirring to arrange the pastries on a plate.
"Hello," Lorelai said into the phone. "This is Lorelai from the Independence Inn. We have a slight emergency here and need the police as well as child services. Thank you very much."
"What's going on?" Sookie asked her curiously.
"One of the guests left their child here, alone."
To Be Continued...