A/N: Okay that's my first story on this website and I'm still trying to figure out how this site works, so I hope everything will work out like I imagined.
This story is a multi-chapter and I'm not exactly sure where it'll lead, but we'll see. I'm a big McHart fan so the focus will be on them, but I also like Alicia so I'll see. I'm really eager to hear what you think of that fic and some reviews would be more than great. At this point I have nothing else to say: Just enjoy this fic and let me know if I can change anything.
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A million ways to choose – Chapter 1
She just needed to get out of there. Out of that room which was everything she saw the last weeks, besides the courtroom. Out of that plethora of files and away from the all the familiar people.
At the moment the only thing you could hear was the noise of heels on the marble floor which echoed through the huge lobby of the hotel. Her steps are faster than normally, but she doesn't care at the moment. Her only intention is to get out of that building.
As she finally reaches the doors of the hotel and steps outside, she just takes a deep breath to fill her lungs with some fresh air. That was exactly what she needed right now. Fresh air to clear her head.
It was unusual for Diane Lockhart, the Diane Lockhart, to just run away from the problems at work, but in this case she had no other choice. She had that feeling that she probably would have killed David Lee with her own hands if she'd have to spend one more minute in that little hotel room with him and the others. Alicia and Will had tried to calm her down, but she'd reached her highest level of tolerance and was in no position to think rationally anymore.
The firm was going to lose a twenty-five million dollar case if they wouldn't find a solution to this problem, but it seems like they didn't come even an inch nearer to their goal. But Diane doesn't want to think about that case any longer. She was too angry to go back so she decides to take a walk in the park nearby. Washington was a really beautiful city, but Diane missed her house in Chicago with the huge park only a blog away. Whenever Diane didn't work, she used to go to the park and just breathe in the clear air. That were some of those rare moments she enjoyed most.
It was hard to be the cold, emotionless ice-queen every day, but that was what she always wanted to be and she didn't complain about in any way, but sometimes she needs a moment to just be Diane for a short moment. Not Ms. Lockhart, not the top litigator of Chicago, not the well-dressed, strong feminist she used to be. Sometimes she just needs a moment to be Diane. To breathe and to relax, so she could plunge into work again just seconds later.
Diane is deeply in thought as she hears a weak trembling voice behind her. "Hello? Can you help me? I can't find my mom." Diane slightly smiles. She hunkers down to be at the little girl's height who stands right in front of her and has grasped the edge of her dress. "Sure. What's your name?" A huge smile appears on the girl's face. "My name is Cathy and I'm already four." Diane chuckles a little as she sees the pride which was written all over Cathy's face.
She lifts the little girl to her hip and Cathy nestles her head on Diane's shoulder. "You are beautiful." Diane was a little confused by the statement of the young girl she barely knows, but that wasn't of any significance right now. "Let's go find your mom..."