Chapter Two
Two Days Earlier
Bridget drove through the gates of Wentworth and pulled up next to Matt Fletcher when she saw him exiting his car. "Nice ride, wouldn't have pictured you in a sports car. Suits you though, what model?" Fletch ogled the car eagerly. "G'day! Yeah, she's an Audi R8 2014. Love of my life" Bridget laughed at herself, turning off the ignition. "Great colour." Matt started to walk towards the entrance and Bridget quickly grabbed her things from the passenger seat of her car and caught up to him. "Yeah I've always been a fan of black." Bridget panted as she caught up to Fletch. He seemed preoccupied but nodded his head politely.
"Matt, I have some sessions available today if you want to come to my office to discuss anything. I feel like it would be beneficial to your recovery to continue talking to someone. From what I observed the other day; you need to keep delving into your thoughts in order to bring these flashbacks to the surface and I can help you identify which of them are memories and which of them are not." Bridget realized Matt had not been listening closely as they walked inside the building and she hoped that meant he wasn't aware that she had a hidden agenda. "Matt?" Bridget questioned impatiently. "Sorry Bridget. Um. Yeah, great. What time?" Matt drawled. "I'll see you at 1:30", Bridget was absolutely thrilled with herself. She honestly didn't care about the recovery of Matt Fletcher but she was desperate to get dirt on Ferguson and she was going to exhaust every avenue possible.
Bridget's finger ran along Franky's jawbone as she whispered in her ear. Franky's insides flared to life as she pressed her lips against her lovers. "You're so beautiful" escaped Bridget's mouth. Fingers clinging to Franky's wrists as she pinned them above her head. Bridget pushed her leg between Franky's hips, drawing a moan from the younger woman. Both women were breathless with desire as they undressed each other with precise and experienced hands. Bridget's head moved lower and lower, releasing Franky's arms when she reached the top of Franky's pants. She slowly pulled the teal material down the brunette's legs and immediately pushed Franky's hips into the wall. Franky dug her nails into Bridget's shoulders as she felt the blonde's mouth work her way up her inner thigh.
A knock on Bridget's office door snapped her out of her daydream. She closed the file on her desk which read Francesca Doyle. "For fuck sake." Bridget whispered under her breath as she looked at her watch. "Stop allowing yourself to be distracted!" she scolded herself. Matt Fletcher was standing there when she opened the door looking slightly unsure of himself. "Hi Matt, come in. So have you had any further revelations since we spoke this morning?" Bridget sat across from Matt holding his gaze. "Everything's been slowly piecing together over the last few weeks but if I'm right about what I remember then I could be in danger." Fletch paused and Bridget didn't dare interrupt him as she prayed he was about to give her what she wanted.
"It was Ferguson. Her and her bloody thug did this to me. I can only remember fragments of what happened but whatever I had on her, she wanted me dead." Matt exhaled deeply and closed his eyes trying to make sense of everything. "You probably think I'm crazy but I'm not. Ferguson's a freak and she tried to kill me!" Matts voice elevated in volume. "Shhh Matt, it's okay. I believe you." Bridget looked at fletcher with a mixture of happiness and empathy. "Jackpot" she thought to herself. She spent the next half an hour discussing with Fletch that she needed him to write everything down and backtrack to the very last thing he could remember in order for them to discover what Fletch had on the Governor. "Here's my business card, do not hesitate to notify me once you've remembered." Bridget handed the card to Matt and congratulated him on his progress.
Bridget had one more person on her agenda today and she knew that this particular person was going to be the most difficult. As she walked to H2, Bridget felt confident as she noticed the looks she was getting from both staff members and the prisoners. With every step, the world fell away around her. The sound of boots echoing off the walls could be heard and Franky looked up from the book she was reading and walked out into the main part of H2 where Doreen and Bea were talking. Franky threw herself on a chair and crossed one leg lazily over the other as she watched Bridget enter the unit.
"Hi Ms Westfall" Doreen smiled at the psychiatrist. "Hi ladies, was wondering if I could steal Bea away for a moment." Bridget put her hands in her pockets and tried not to look at Franky. "Nup, what for?" Bea stood up in defence mode. "Trying to make me jealous Gidge" Franky winked at the older woman playfully. "Not quite Franky" Bridget laughed with the brunette. "Get a room would you. What do you want Ms Westfall?" Bea walked closer to the psychiatrist. "It's important Bea. Involves the Governor and the welfare of the women. Two subjects I don't think you'll want to be left out of I'm sure." Bridget spoke just loud enough for Bea to hear. Bea looked back at the girls in the unit and back at Bridget.
"Alright, let's talk", Bea said as she walked past Bridget into the main part of the hallway. Bridget went to follow when she felt someone grasp her wrist. "What's going on Bridget?" Franky searched the taller woman's eyes for answers. Bridget felt herself being assaulted with yet another wave of arousal. "Nothing Franky, I'll talk to you later." Bridget pulled gently away from Franky and followed Bea into the hallway trying to wash away the distasteful images of Franky she currently had in her mind. Franky watched as the two women walked out of sight and felt a pang of jealousy. Bridget refocused her mind as Bea and herself were out of earshot of anybody. "I think I know who he is." Bea confessed to Bridget after hearing what happened with Fletch. "I've got DNA and a sketch of his face in my cell", Bea whispered. Bridget's face lit up with victory, "do not breathe a word of this okay? This is the only chance you women will have of getting rid of that psychopath."
"Why didn't you believe me when I told you he attacked me?" Bea questioned. "I did Bea. I swear to god I did. The Governor was so persistent that you were having a psychotic episode it was completely out of my hands." Bridget was getting sick of defending herself. Bea slowly nodded and looked deep in thought. "Look Bea, I just told you I believe you. Now you can help yourself and go ahead with this or you can watch the Governor destroy every last one of the women in here including you. Your call, Bea." Bridget waited and sighed in defeat. The older woman felt hopeless at this point and turned to walk away. "Wait, I'll do it." Bea's face was determined. "Thank you Bea." Bridget turned back and smiled reassuringly at the top dog. "Kaz Proctor." Bea looked around to make sure they were still out of earshot. "She'll help you nail that son of a bitch."
