Title: Revenge on the Innocent – Part 1
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: This is my first and probably only ever fanfic, it is
a result of my holiday/crashed computer boredom. I hope it is
not to boring. If you wish to give feedback, which I would
appreciate, please don't let it be too harsh (I have a fragile ego),
and please post it on the message board.
Feedback: Yes please! But please try to be nice.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th
Century Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment
purposes.
'How could they do this to me?!' Helen fumed, as she looked at
the front page of the Boston Herald.
The page was headed with the title 'Legal Loophole sets Child
Killer free' and beneath was a large picture of a small boy and
his young mother, also beneath that was a smaller picture of
herself leaving the courtroom, with the caption - 'Defense
Attorney Lindsay Dole'.
"It's not bad enough that I lose cases like this to her, but now
they make it look like I defend this scum too", she muttered to
herself as the elevator doors opened and she stepped out.
She strode towards the office of DYD the main office was
empty at this early hour, however she could see lamp on in
Bobby's office. She stormed over, opened the office door and
found the couple not really concentrating on work, as if
completely oblivious to the fact that only a day earlier they let a
brutal killer back onto the street. With that in mind she slammed
the door angrily, causing Lindsay to jump back quickly and look
her way.
"Helen?!" she exclaimed, then seeing the look on her friend's
face she asked "You Okay?"
"NO!!" she replied striding over to couple. "Look at this" she
cried as she threw the paper in Lindsay's direction.
"So?" asked Lindsay as she looked at the article in question,
"It's a picture of me. With your name 'Defense Attorney
Lindsay Dole'. And beside it is a lovely little article about how
you put the killer of a five-year old boy back on the street
because of a technicality. But you know which bit I love best?
The bit where it says that his mother was too distraught to even
make it to the courtroom. Probably a good thing though, cause
I honestly don't think that she would have been happy with the
verdict. And now people are going to think it was ME who put
the bastard back out there to do it again".
Lindsay and Bobby were stunned into silence, after a while
Lindsay opened her mouth to answer but she had no idea how
to reply to Helen's outburst, so she just stood staring at her and
waited to see if she would continue. Helen on the other hand
was waiting to see if Lindsay would say anything, but when she
saw that she wasn't going to she gave up.
"Ugh" she screamed and then turned on her heel and stormed
off, slamming her the door behind her.
"What was that?" Bobby asked bewildered.
"She gets like that when she loses a murderer, she'll get over it"
Lindsay replied, however her worry for Helen and hurt at her
comments were evident, as she flopped down on the couch,
picked up her discarded file and attempted to focus on its
contents.
With the events of the previous week now pushed to the back
of her mind Helen stood before the full-length mirror trying to
decide if this outfit did in fact look 'right'.
"I can't believe I agreed to do this" she muttered to herself.
Oh well, at least Lindsay had managed to convince Bobby to
double with her on this blind date. Thank god, she would have
someone to talk to if he turned out to be as bad as the last guy
Renee had tried to set her up with, having the real Lindsay Dole
there would also help to clear up any misconceptions that she
was a scummy defense attorney. Hearing a knock at the door,
she turned and left the bedroom, hoping that it was Lindsay,
rather than her date.
However upon opening the door she was met by a young
women whom she had never seen before, or maybe, there was
something about her that was so familiar.
"Hello?", she said hesitantly, but the women remained silent,
"Can I help you".
The women continued to stare back at her, her face and eyes
completely expressionless.
"Excuse me, Hello?" Helen asked, she was beginning to feel
intimidated by this women's blank stare and was about to shut
the door, when the women slowly began to raise her right arm.
As her arm continued to rise higher, Helen saw a flash of shiny
black. The women's jacket fell slowly away from her hand, and
Helen jumped back violently as it her mind registered, that the
bright flash had come from the barrel of a small black gun.
From that point time seemed to move in slow motion, the arm
rising higher and higher, until it was pointed directly at Helen's
chest. It was then she fired, Helen saw the flash and the
kickback of the gun, before she heard the shot or felt the searing
pain, as the bullet pierced her chest, sending her flying
backwards and onto the floor. She looked up just in time to see
the women fire again, and then she was gone. Helen lay there
aware only of the ever-growing pool of blood that surrounded
her, and was now soaking into the white carpet beneath her, and
of the intense pain in her upper body.
"Lindsay", she called weakly, as the room began to spin around
her.
"Help" she breathed as the colors of the room around her
melted into one another, and then disappeared.
Bobby and Lindsay walked hand in hand up the hallway,
laughing as they joked about what would most likely be another
night of watching Helen try to fend of the advances of yet
another blind date.
"I hope she doesn't mind us being early", Lindsay said as they
neared the apartment, however she knew that Helen would kill
her if she didn't arrive before the date.
"We could always find something else to amuse us, for a little
while" Bobby said playfully, pulling her around to face him.
"Bobby!" Lindsay exclaimed as she kissed him quickly and
turned still laughing into the open apartment door.
She stopped abruptly, her laughter suddenly turning to screams
and tears, as she took in the scene before her.
"Helen!" she screamed, as she ran to her friend side, upon
reaching her she could tell that Helen was still alive, but barely.
"Helen, wake up" she cried, "Please Helen, you've got to be
okay… don't you die on me".
But her friend just lay there, a slight rise and fall of her chest the
only indication that she was still alive. Meanwhile, Bobby stood
as if frozen in the doorway, his mobile phone pressed to his ear
as he called an ambulance.
Lindsay had no idea how long they waited for the ambulance to
arrive, it was probably only minutes but felt like hours. She
hadn't even heard them arrive, the first she had noticed was
Bobby walking over and gently pulling her away from her
friend. He held her as they placed Helen's motionless body
onto a stretcher and began to wheel her away. By this time the
Police had begun to arrive, but she barely noticed them either,
as Bobby and she followed the stretcher down the hallway.
Then they made their way to Bobby's car and left to meet the
ambulance at the hospital. Where they were informed that
Helen had been taken to surgery.
A few hours later Lindsay woke up, she was sitting in a chair
wrapped in Bobby's arms. Not really
knowing where she was. Then she saw Ellenor walking towards
them, her expression strained, and she
remembered what had happened.
"I got home and they told me what happened, where is she?"
Ellenor said. "Is she okay"
"I don't know" replied Lindsay; "Last I heard she was in
surgery". Eleanor nodded sadly and Lindsay
Stood to hug her.
"What happened?" she asked as they sat back down.
Lindsay was just beginning to explain how they had found her
when a doctor approached, "Ms Dole". All
three of them stood at once, Bobby wrapped his arm lightly
around Lindsay and she in turn took Ellenor's
hand.
" She came through the surgery well" the doctor stated, "but its
not over yet, she is still in a critical
condition" She pauses, "You can see her if you want, she's this
way".
Lindsay paused outside the little room, not knowing if she really
wanted to enter. She felt
Bobby's hand on her back and looked up at him, together they
entered the room. Ellenor gasped as she
saw Helen. She was lying there, her face deathly pale, whilst a
maze of tubes criss-crossed her motionless
body. Behind her Lindsay began to cry quietly and Bobby
placed his hand over his mouth, his eyes filled
with concern.
"Helen" Ellenor began, "Come on I know you didn't really want
to go on a blind date, but this is a little
extreme, don't you think".
Lindsay walked up beside her and took Helen's hand, her eyes
filling with tears as she looked at Helen's
pale face.
"Hey Helen, its me. I'm right here okay, I won't leave you, you
just get better".
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Title: Revenge on the Innocent – Part 2
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: This is my first and probably only ever fanfic, it is
a result of my holiday/crashed computer boredom. I hope it is
not to boring. If you wish to give feedback, which I would
appreciate, please don't let it be too harsh (I have a fragile ego),
and please post it on the message board.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th
Century Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment
purposes.
"So what do you know?" Bobby asked.
"Nothing, really" replied Mike "It doesn't look as if the guy
even entered the apartment, no signs of a struggle, no
fingerprints. There is no evidence as of yet."
"So what now, then" Bobby asked.
"We'll obviously keep investigating, there are a lot of other
avenues we can try" Mike stated.
"Is there anything, the firm can do to help?"
"Actually, there may be, can you think of anyone who might
want to hurt Helen. If you can we would appreciate a list, it
mightn't help but then again it might"
"She's a DA" Bobby answered, "Its not going to be a small
list".
"I know"
Back at the hospital Lindsay sat diligently by her friends
bedside, talking to her, trying in vain to get her to wake.
"Come on Helen, this is beyond funny. Wake up, please…,"
She stopped, her voice beginning to break and tears threatening
to spill.
"Hey" Lindsay looked up as Detective Mike and Bobby walked
in.
"Hey" she replied as Bobby walked over and stood behind
her.
"Come on, you've been here all night, Lindsay. Come home,
just for some proper rest and something to eat. I'll drive you
back later."
"I can't leave, what if she wakes up, the doctor said she could
at any time, I have to be here"
"You go Lindsay, I'll stay with her" Mike said, "Bobby said
Ellenor should be in soon anyway, I'll stay till she gets here".
Lindsay looked at him torn between her desire for sleep and her
need to be here for her friend.
"OK but I'll be back soon, call me if there's any change, any
change at all" She said as Bobby guided her out the door.
As soon as they left Mike sat down and took Helen's hand.
"Hey Helen, its me Mike. You better pull through this. The
blokes down the station are worried, if you don't come back
imagine how murderers those friends of yours will put back on
the street"
Meanwhile across town Lindsay was lying in bed attempting in
vain to get to sleep. Sleep did sound
wonderful, after all she hadn't slept in well over 24 hrs, but her
mind kept drifting back to Helen, 'What if
she wakes up and I'm not there, she'll be all by herself.' She
thought as she tossed and turned, trying to get
comfortable. 'She'll be fine, Mikes with her and Ellenor will be
there soon' she reminded herself. With
that thought she snuggled beneath the covers and drifted to
sleep.
Lindsay woke and immediately looked at the clock.
"Damn", she muttered, she had asked Bobby to wake her in an
hour so she could return to the hospital, but he hadn't and it was
now early morning. Hopping up she quickly dressed and strode
out into the living room, Bobby wasn't there, so she wrote him a
note explaining where she had gone and left for the hospital,
silently cursing herself for staying away so long, by now Helen
was almost definitely alone. But she was wrong.
As she turned the corner and headed into Helen's room, she
noticed someone asleep in the chair beside her bed, coming
closer she recognized him as Mike. She walked over and took
a seat on the other side of the bed, just as he began to stir.
"Hey"
" Hey, have you been here all night"
"Well Ellenor couldn't stay and I didn't want to leave her alone,
so yeah".
"Thankyou" said Lindsay, "I'm sorry I was gone so long,
Bobby forgot to wake me"
"That's fine" he replied looking at his watch and standing, " But
I better get to work now, Bye".
"Shouldn't you go home and get some proper rest first?"
"No, I'm going back to the station so I can help find the bastard
who did this to her", he replied the anger evident on his face as
he looked down on Helen's still form, and then turned and left.
Lindsay watched him go, a small smile forming on her lips,
'Well', she thought, 'yet another man who has to wait for a
traumatic event to reveal his feelings'.
Back at the office everyone was by now well aware of what had
happened and were attempting to compile a list of anyone who
might want to hurt Helen, Bobby had been right it was going to
be a very long one.
"Joey Heric" Ellenor stated, "It's obvious he didn't like her"
"Not really his style" Bobby replied, "And besides, he gets his
thrills out of beating her in the courtroom".
"The nun Killer" threw in Jimmy
"Dead" replied Bec
"Fine, her witness, you know the boy who she turned against
and got for perjury"
"Jail"
"But his Dads not" Eugene replied.
"Ok" said Bec adding it to the already huge list.
They had almost finished and were now grabbing at straws, just
in case. It was possible of course that none of the people on the
list were responsible, but it was worth a try.
"Why would anyone want to hurt Helen, I mean I know she
puts people away and all, but she helped me out" Jimmy asked.
"Karma"
"Lucy!!!", they all yelled in unison.
"Oh come on" she replied tartly, "Its not like she's little miss
sunshine"
"That's no reason to shoot someone, besides she's only like
that with you, what does that suggest?" shot back Jimmy his
voice showing signs of anger.
"Alright you two, stop" Rebecca interjected, "Lucy, make
yourself useful and fax this to Mike" she ordered as she handed
her the completed list.
"That's all right, I'll take it" offered Bobby, walking over to
them, "I'm stopping by there on my way to the hospital.
Coming Ellenor?"
"Sure" she replied as the two grabbed their jackets and headed
out, behind them Jimmy and Lucy continued to glare at each
other.
Bobby and Ellenor arrived at the Police Station and headed
towards Mike's office immediately. They found him buried
behind a pile on paperwork issuing forth a rather fluent stream of
curses.
"Mike?" Bobby called.
The detective looked up and smiled at them as he continued to
search his desk for whatever was upsetting him.
"We brought that list you asked for, it's pretty long", Bobby
said as he held the list out, but Mike barely seemed to notice.
"What's wrong?" Ellenor finally asked.
"I can't seem to find the report on the crime scene, maybe I
overlooked something. Because there doesn't seem to be any
physical evidence, we found a gun, no useable prints. The
apartment is clean, print wise. We have no leads. How am I
supposed to catch the bastard who did this? Someone walked
up to her door, shot her point blank in the chest and we know
nothing."
Bobby and Ellenor exchanged worried looks, they knew Mike
and Helen were friends, or had at least had the opportunity to
work together at times. But Mike looked at breaking point and
it was obvious that he was devoting all of his time to this case,
not that they minded that.
"Hopefully Helen will be able to tell us something when she
wakes up" Ellenor said soothingly, "We will find who did this
Mike"
"And what if she doesn't?" He replied.
"She will. This is Helen we're talking about, she has to stay
around to torment me" Bobby joked, "Look we're on our way
over there now, wanna come".
"Sure" he replied and together they left his office and headed for
the hospital.
Lindsay sat patiently waiting for Helen to wake up, she had been
sitting there for most of the day so far and Helen was still being
her usual difficult self and refusing to do so.
"Come on Helen, wake up already" She pleaded, "The doctor's
say that you are much better and should be waking up."
She waited and after getting no reaction from her friend she
stood and turned to leave.
"Fine, I'm going to get some coffee" she said as she walked
toward the door.
From behind her came a voice, it was quiet and very weak but
she would have recognized that wit anywhere.
"I'm in a coma, and you're leaving me?!"
"Helen!" she exclaimed spinning around to face the bed, where
Helen lay, a smile on her face.
"Miss me".
Bobby, Ellenor and Mike walked slowly down the hall towards
Helen's room, all of them dreading seeing the usually feisty
prosecutor looking so weak and helpless.
" I guess Lindsay's still here" stated Mike, "I can hear her
talking…but who is she talking to?"
"Helen!" answered a surprised Bobby as they turned into the
doorway and found a very conscious Helen smiling back at
them.
"Hi Bobby, Ellenor,….Mike?" she chirped and then looked at
Lindsay who was trying to conceal a smile, she saw Helen
looking at her and raised an eyebrow, which only served to
confuse Helen.
They made small talk for a few minutes before Mike decided to
get down to business.
"Uh Helen, do you think you'd be able to tell us what
happened?"
"Sure. Umm, I was getting ready for a date and the door bell
rang so I thought that must be him".
Helen was surprised to see Mikes face fall at the mention of her
date, she wondered if it had anything to do with the secretive
look that had been on Lindsay's face ever since he arrived. But
for now she put that thought aside and tried to concentrate on
retelling the events of that evening.
"But it wasn't"
"Do you know who it was?" Mike asked,
"No, it was a woman, at first I thought she was a stranger, but
there was something familiar about her. I can't quite place who
she was though"
"Can you describe her?"
" A bit shorter than me, small build, dark brown hair. Anyway
she just stood there, looking right through me and then she
raised her arm and I saw the gun, and that's all I remember"
By now Helen was beginning to get a little upset and was
obviously tired.
"That's fine" replied Mike. "I better get this back to the station,
compare it to our list of suspects and see what we can come up
with. You take care, Okay" he placed his hand on top of
Helen's momentarily and then walked out.
"We better get going too, I'll be back later, You get some rest"
Lindsay squeezed her friend's hand and then waited as Bobby
and Ellenor said their good-byes.
"Linds, I think we need to talk" Helen almost begged. She was
completely confused as to both Lindsay expressions and the
look on Mike's face when she had mentioned her date.
"Later Helen, you just get some rest" she replied and hurriedly
left the room, leaving a perplexed Helen to just stare after her.
Helen just lay there after they left thinking about Mike's question
Do you know who it was? She did know, but she just couldn't
remember, who was the woman at the door? How did she
know her? Had she worked on a case that involved her, met her
before or maybe she had just seen her on the street
somewhere? Then her mind switched to another topic that was
bothering her, what was up with Mike? He did seem awfully
worried about her and had been very happy when he saw she
was awake. She was also confused by the way his face fell
when she mentioned that she had been going on a date, but all
that would seem insignificant if it wasn't for the looks that
Lindsay had been giving her the entire time Mike was there.
Maybe he liked her, and just needed some pushing like Bobby
had, she couldn't say that she wouldn't like it if he were
interested.
Everyone in the office looked up expectantly as Mike walked
through the door, all hoping that he had some news about
Helen's attacker.
"I was thinking that you guys might be able to think up some
new suspects based on Helen's description," He asked
hopefully.
"Has everyone on the list been cleared?" inquired Jimmy.
"Yep, everyone on that list was male and Helen has identified
her attacker as a female"
Everyone thought about it for a few moments but none of them
were able to come up with anyone else who they thought might
want to hurt Helen.
"Oh well, I'll leave the description with you just in case you do
recall something" he said as he dropped the paper he was
carrying onto a desk and turned to leave.
Upon reaching the doorway he stopped and partly turned.
"Thanks anyway" he said before heading out the door, his face
grim.
Jimmy walked over towards the desk where the description lay
and began to read it.
"Has anyone else noticed that this description is an exact match
to Lucy?" he inquired jokingly.
"What so first you accuse me of helping a nun stab Lindsay and
now you think that I shot Helen" Lucy shot back.
"I was just saying"
"Well keep it to yourself"
"It wasn't Lucy" Ellenor interjected, "Helen said she didn't
remember who the woman was, Lucy isn't someone you can
forget easily, no matter how hard you try"
Lucy was just about to thank Ellenor for her support when she
heard the final part of that comment; her thanks came out more
as a strangled cry, so she sat back down put on her headset and
proceeded to ignore them.
"What's up with Mike?" asked Rebecca, "He seems to be
taking this case hard".
"Well him and Helen are friends, he probably doesn't like to see
this friends get shot" Ellenor answered.
"Maybe"
"What were the looks for?" Helen asked Lindsay as soon as she
reappeared at the hospital, later that same day.
"What looks?" Lindsay answered trying to evade the question.
"The looks you were trying, very poorly, to conceal the entire
time Mike was here."
"Nothing, I was just happy to see that you were Ok"
"Lindsay they weren't 'Happy- I'm-Ok' looks, they were
'I-know-something-that-you-don't' looks. Which remind me a
lot of your 'I've-slept -with -your -boyfriend -and -don't -want
-you -to -find -out' look.
Lindsay winced.
Now, I currently don't have a boyfriend so I'm guessing it's not
that".
"Its just the whole Mike thing, its cute"
"The Mike thing?"
"He's been so worried about you, and then his face just lit up
when he saw you were awake and then fell again when he heard
you had a date. He spent the whole night here cause he didn't
want to leave you alone, and then left straight away so he could
go and find the 'Bastard' that hurt you. He likes you and he's to
nervous to do anything about it, it's cute."
"Really, he's never said anything." Helen said, a smile starting to
creep onto her face.
"He's a guy, they sometimes need a traumatic event to occur,
before they realize these things. Besides he's like Bobby was,
you have to make the first move, pull him out of his shell". She
suddenly developed an evil grin and continued, "I know, you
could wait till you get out of here, invite him to a party, then wait
till he is talking to someone important and 'grab' him, that
seemed to work last time."
"Funny" answered Helen, as the two broke out in giggles.
"Anyway, I better go. I have to go work on putting some
criminals back on the street, you know how it is"
Helen just gave her a dark look, before breaking into a smile
and watching Lindsay walk out the door.
Lindsay stepped absent-mindedly into the lift and ran directly
into a man who was attempting to exit.
"Sorry" she cried, as she stepped sideways and let the man off.
"It's Ok, Lindsay" he replied, recognizing his voice, she looked
up and realized the man was Mike.
"You here to ask Helen some more questions?" she inquired.
"No, I just thought I might come and see how she was." He
answered.
"Oh, Ok" Lindsay replied, once again hiding a smile as she once
again stepped into the lift and pressed the down button, "Bye"
she called as the doors shut.
Mike turned and began to walk down the hall towards Helen's
room when the lift doors once again opened and Lindsay called
out his name, he turned around to see what she wanted and
heard her yell.
"She's not as impulsive and confident as she likes to make out,
make the first move" and with that the doors shut once again
and she was gone.
All Mike could do was shake his head and smile with
embarrassment as he continued to head down the hall.
"Mike!" Helen called warmly as he walked in, her mind
wandering back to what Lindsay had said, he likes you and he's
too nervous to do anything about it. And he certainly did look
nervous.
"Hi" he said, as he looked at the floor and thought about what to
say next, "I just wanted see how you were."
"I'm fine" Helen replied.
"That's great" Mike said, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor at the
foot of the bed. "I also thought that I should check and see if
there was anything that you had remembered, since I was last
here".
"No, I haven't. There is something there, I know who that
woman was, I just wish I could jog my memory somehow."
"OK, well take care" Mike said as he turned toward the door.
At that moment Helen thought once again about Lindsay had
said about Mike being nervous and needing a push, and she
knew there was something else he wanted to say by the way he
was studying the floor and refusing to look at her. Either that or
there was something very interesting on the floor that she was
missing out on."
"Was there anything else, Mike."
Mike was silent for a moment as if trying to gather his courage.
"Umm, actually there was, I…I wanted to ask you if,…….well,
if you might maybe….if there's no-one else…"
"Mmmm…?" Helen asked, smiling about both his nervousness
and what she knew he was about to ask, not that he would have
noticed he was too busy studying the lino floor.
"I was just wondering if you might like to go out with me
sometime, not now because obviously you can't, but maybe
sometime?" Mike asked, his eyes still firmly focussed on the
floor.
Helen didn't answer immediately but the grin on her face
widened and she was visibly happy about his offer of a date,
however Mike, who was still looking at the floor, took this
pause to mean that she was going to turn him down and decided
to answer for her.
"You know what, that's Ok" he said his voice dejected," I was
just thinking maybe, but its OK," he said as he walked toward
the door.
"I'd love to" Helen called from behind him, causing him to spin
around, a grin taking over his face.
"Really?"
"Really"
"Great, well I'll call you sometime. When you aren't in
hospital." He said as he looked at his watch and then at Helen, "
I better go, I have to get back to the station. If you remember
anything call me."
Mike smiled at Helen once more and then left, once he was out
in the hallway he gave one little skipping step, before proceeding
toward the elevator at a at a more sedate pace.
"Its great to finally be out of that hospital" Helen remarked as
her and Lindsay walked down the hall towards her apartment.
"I know the feeling, believe me" Lindsay replied as they stopped
to open the apartment door.
Upon opening the door Helen found the place to be completely
dark, "That's odd" she thought "Ellenor said she would be
home". This bothered her a little as she was still nervous about
staying at home by herself, especially since this was her first
night out of hospital and no progress had been made in the quest
to find the person who shot her. She knew she could ask
Lindsay to stay, but she didn't want to appear to be a burden,
so she guessed she would just have to be alright until Ellenor did
arrive home. With that thought she reached over and turned on
the light switch, which was met with a raucous cry of-
"SURPRISE!!!"
Looking up she noticed that Ellenor, Bec, Lucy, Bobby, Eugene
and Jimmy were all crowded into the lounge room.
"Don't worry, we're not staying long, we just wanted to give
you a Welcome home and show you that we missed you".
Lindsay said quickly when she noticed the shocked look on
Helen's face. "Of course, there is one party guest yet to arrive,
Mike is running late"
"This is great" Helen beamed, "Thanks"
"I'll take this stuff into your room, go socialize" Lindsay ordered
as she gestured to the bag of Helen's stuff that she was holding.
Helen walked over and sat on the couch, where she was
greeted happily by her friends and made to sit on the couch
whilst they fussed over her. Ellenor was just starting to
apologize for the mess that the apartment was in when out of the
corner of her eye, Helen noticed something that made her
suddenly catch her breath. Leaning over she grabbed the paper
that protruded from beneath the coffee table and looked at the
picture on the front page. It was the same paper that she had
angrily thrown at Lindsay that day in Bobby's office. But now as
she looked at the picture of the mother and son that adorned the
cover, the mothers happy smile turned to a cold blank stare and
Helen could only stare back in shock as she was hit by a sudden
wave of realization. Standing up, she pushed her way past her
friends, and took off towards the door.
"Helen!?" Lindsay called as she walked out of her friends'
bedroom and saw Helen attempting desperately to open the
front door. But Helen did not seem to hear her, she finally
managed to open the door and was gone. All the party guests
could do was sit and watch after her, each of them wondering
what the hell had just happened. Lindsay ran to the door and
called her name, but Helen had already disappeared around the
corner and was nowhere to be seen. She turned back to the
others all of whom seemed to be in a small amount of shock and
were sitting there staring at the door.
Eventually it was Jimmy who broke the silence by asking the
question they were all thinking, but that none of them could
answer.
"What just happened?"
Helen ran blindly down the hall, her face wet with tears and her
whole body consumed by panic. She was not sure exactly
where she was headed but she knew she had to find Mike and
tell him what she had remembered. Of course she had no idea
where Mike would be, but she could not worry about that now,
she had panicked and her body had switched into flight mode.
Turning the corner she continued to run towards the lift, the
paper hugged tightly to her chest as she made her way by
memory. Suddenly she ran into something and an arm wrapped
securely around her waist, fighting the urge to scream she forced
her eyes to focus and look at this person who now held her.
"Mike!" she cried relieved, and proceeded to bury her head in
his shoulder and cry.
"What wrong, Helen?" Mike asked worriedly, "What's
happened?"
Then seeing that Helen was in no shape to talk, he turned her
round and keeping his arm tight around her waist began to guide
her back toward the apartment.
"I remembered" she began, " It was her…she shot me"
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Title: Revenge on the Innocent – Part 3
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: Finally here's the last part, enjoy everyone!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th Century
Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment purposes.
He reached the door and found it open, looking inside he saw the rest of
the guests sitting stunned in the lounge, still trying to comprehend what
had happened.
"Helen!", Lindsay cried out and ran to her friend's side. "Are you okay,
what's wrong?", her voice was thick with worry, but Helen didn't
answer, she just clung to Mike and let him guide her to the couch. Mike
sat down with Helen right beside him. She was beginning to calm down
and he figured she was now ready to tell them what it was that had upset
her.
"Helen, what happened? You said you remembered."
"It was her"
"Who?"
"His mother, she shot me…cause I didn't win, Because I let them put him
back out there." Her face was now very pale and her voice shook as she
spoke. "Because I lost"
"Who's mother?" Mike asked, he was obviously confused as to what she
was talking about, but Lindsay now wore a shocked mask of realization.
"What Lindsay? Who is she talking about?"
"The case we had a few weeks ago, I defended a guy who killed a little
boy, he got away with it,…there were sixth amendment issues."
"Are you sure, Helen?" she asked, using the same voice that she would
use if she were talking to a terrified child.
"What made you remember this?"
Helen gestured to the paper, which everyone suddenly realized she was
clutching. Unfolding it she placed it into Mike's lap and pointed to the
picture. "When I saw the picture, it just clicked I saw that and then I saw
her face again, standing right there" she nodded towards the door, "with
this stare, like she couldn't really see me, she was looking right through
me."
By now she was start to get upset again and they decided not to push any
further. She sunk back into Lindsay's embrace and just continued to cry,
not only because of the horror of the memories that were beginning to
plague her mind but mainly because of what she believed to be this
woman's motive. "She blames me for putting back out there, she thinks I
screwed up. She may as well blame me for his death too She wanted me
dead because I lost."
Mike placed his hand on her shoulder for support, and then stood.
I'm going to go and get a start on this, I want her brought in now", with
that he took one at Helen's distraught form, her head buried in Lindsay's
shoulder and her body shaking with the sobs that racked her. He turned
to leave, now absolutely determined to find the woman that had hurt his
friend, so that he could finally put an end to this horror for her. He strode
down the hallway his mobile phone already held firmly to his ear as he
arranged to have the woman brought in for questioning.
****
Several hours later Mike sat in an interview room at the Police Station,
before him sat a young woman who was obviously deeply grieved by the
loss of her son but yet, completely indifferent to the affects of her own
crime. She had admitted to shooting Helen whilst her arrest was being
made and Mike was now trying to find out why it was that she had
committed this crime, he was doing it partly to establish motive and partly
for Helen's sake.
"Julia Myers, it is your admission that on the evening of the 15th March
2000, you went to apartment of Assistant Direct Attorney Helen Gamble
and shot her twice at close range", he began. The woman's expression
suddenly changed from one of complacency to shock and denial.
"NO!" she screamed.
"Ms. Myers, the arresting officers have stated that upon your arrest, you
were heard to say, "Yes, I shot the bitch, but she deserved it, she helped
the bastard get away with killing my baby" Mike realized that there was
something wrong with that statement. It was one thing to believe that
Helen had screwed up the prosecution, or hadn't done her best, but it
was a huge leap to think that she had helped him get away.
"I didn't shoot no Helen Gamble" the woman replied, her voice now
getting defensive and angry. "I don't even know any Helen. I shot that
bitch that found that technicality, the bitch that set him free to do it again."
A sudden realization hit Mike as he grabbed for the paper that Helen had
given him and studied the front page.
"Ms.Myers, did you attend the court during the trial?"
"I didn't see any need, they told me it was open and shut, that he was
going to jail, so I didn't really need to go. I didn't want to have to face
him."
"So how did you know who the defense attorney in the trial was?"
"It was the bitch I shit, the paper had her picture"
"This paper?" Mike asked holding it out for her to see.
"That's the one. I saw her picture and I thought that if he wasn't going to
pay for Cory's death, then she would. So I came to the courthouse, and I
followed her, to see where she lived. Then I came back and shot her"
Julia's voice was hard and almost poisonous as she retold the events that
had led up to the shooting, she seemed to believe that justice had been
done. To Mike it appeared that she had lost her will to live therefore did
not care that telling the truth would put her in jail.
"Julia, the paper made a mistake. The picture in the paper was not of the
Defense Attorney, that picture was of Helen Gamble – the prosecutor.
She fought very hard to put that man in jail, unfortunately Lindsay found a
loophole, they were both just doing their jobs.
"Oh God" she cried, "So I shot the woman who tried to put him away, I
shot the wrong person?" Julia's voice wavered and her hard exterior
began to melt a little as she realized what she had done. "I shot an
innocent woman."
"Even if you had shot the defense attorney, she would have been an
innocent woman too. In pulling that trigger you became what it was that
you despised you son's killing for."
Julia was by now starting to get very upset and Mike ordered her to be
taken back to a cell, he had gotten all he needed out of her. He did feel
slightly sympathetic towards this poor woman who had been so blinded
by her grief and rage that she had lost all reason, but he also hated her
for what she had done to Helen.
"Helen went through all of this because of this mistake" he muttered out
loud as he prepared to return to Helen's and tell both her and Lindsay
what he had discovered.
****
Helen sat on the couch beside Lindsay and listened to Mike as he
explained to them exactly what Julia Myers had said during her
interveiw. Helen was much calmer now, however Lindsay appeared to
be getting paler and paler as she heard what the woman's original
intentions had been.
"So it was a mistake?" asked Helen, the anger in her voice obvious.
"Seems so, she honestly thought you were Lindsay , she got very upset
when I told her that she had shot the prosecutor , but she still seems to
believe that it would have been OK, if she hadn't of made that mistake."
"Why did she do it at all?"
"Best I can figure, she was so blinded by her grief. She believed that he
deserved to be punished, but when he got off, she decided that the
person who stopped him from being punished had to be instead." At this
point both Mike and Helen realized that Lindsay was yet to say anything
about the situation. Turning to look at her , they found he sitting frozen,
her face as pale as snow and tears welling in her eyes.
"Linds, are you okay?" Helen asked taking her hand searching her face
for a sign of movement. Lindsay shook her head slightly and focussed her
eyes on Helen.
"I'm sorry Helen" she begun, her voice laced with emotion. "You had to
go through this because of me, because I put him back out there:"
"No, Lindsay it's not your fault . It shouldn't have happened at all. But it
did and everything's fine now. It's nobody's fault but hers."
"But if I hadn't of put him back out there , she wouldn't have hurt you , or
she should of hurt me, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Neither did you, Lindsay." Mike stated, "The fact that she made a
mistake isn't important, she shouldn't of done this to anyone. But it's
definitely not your fault." Lindsay looked up at them both and gave a
small smile, she was starting to cheer up and knowing that Helen did not
blame her meant a lot. She leant on over and gave a quick hug, being
careful not to hurt her still very sore chest.
"Besides", began Mike. "I don't think I could take having Bobby on the
warpath again, if something had of happened to you".
"And, you can't hog all the hospital time, Lindsay" Helen joked, "That
and I'm going to need you to help me sue the ass off that damn paper!".
****
With the events of the past few weeks now pushed to the back of her
mind. Helen stood before the full-lengh mirror trying to decide which
outfit to wear on her date. "Oh well, I guess this one it is" she thought as
someone begun knocking on the door. She heard Ellenor answer it and
start exchanging pleasantries with her date. A minute later she appeared
at the door to Helen's room and announced,
"Helen, Mike's here, should I tell him you're ready?"
"Yep" Helen replied as she walked toward the door, all the while
inwardly praying that this date would go a little better than her last one.
The End.
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: This is my first and probably only ever fanfic, it is
a result of my holiday/crashed computer boredom. I hope it is
not to boring. If you wish to give feedback, which I would
appreciate, please don't let it be too harsh (I have a fragile ego),
and please post it on the message board.
Feedback: Yes please! But please try to be nice.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th
Century Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment
purposes.
'How could they do this to me?!' Helen fumed, as she looked at
the front page of the Boston Herald.
The page was headed with the title 'Legal Loophole sets Child
Killer free' and beneath was a large picture of a small boy and
his young mother, also beneath that was a smaller picture of
herself leaving the courtroom, with the caption - 'Defense
Attorney Lindsay Dole'.
"It's not bad enough that I lose cases like this to her, but now
they make it look like I defend this scum too", she muttered to
herself as the elevator doors opened and she stepped out.
She strode towards the office of DYD the main office was
empty at this early hour, however she could see lamp on in
Bobby's office. She stormed over, opened the office door and
found the couple not really concentrating on work, as if
completely oblivious to the fact that only a day earlier they let a
brutal killer back onto the street. With that in mind she slammed
the door angrily, causing Lindsay to jump back quickly and look
her way.
"Helen?!" she exclaimed, then seeing the look on her friend's
face she asked "You Okay?"
"NO!!" she replied striding over to couple. "Look at this" she
cried as she threw the paper in Lindsay's direction.
"So?" asked Lindsay as she looked at the article in question,
"It's a picture of me. With your name 'Defense Attorney
Lindsay Dole'. And beside it is a lovely little article about how
you put the killer of a five-year old boy back on the street
because of a technicality. But you know which bit I love best?
The bit where it says that his mother was too distraught to even
make it to the courtroom. Probably a good thing though, cause
I honestly don't think that she would have been happy with the
verdict. And now people are going to think it was ME who put
the bastard back out there to do it again".
Lindsay and Bobby were stunned into silence, after a while
Lindsay opened her mouth to answer but she had no idea how
to reply to Helen's outburst, so she just stood staring at her and
waited to see if she would continue. Helen on the other hand
was waiting to see if Lindsay would say anything, but when she
saw that she wasn't going to she gave up.
"Ugh" she screamed and then turned on her heel and stormed
off, slamming her the door behind her.
"What was that?" Bobby asked bewildered.
"She gets like that when she loses a murderer, she'll get over it"
Lindsay replied, however her worry for Helen and hurt at her
comments were evident, as she flopped down on the couch,
picked up her discarded file and attempted to focus on its
contents.
With the events of the previous week now pushed to the back
of her mind Helen stood before the full-length mirror trying to
decide if this outfit did in fact look 'right'.
"I can't believe I agreed to do this" she muttered to herself.
Oh well, at least Lindsay had managed to convince Bobby to
double with her on this blind date. Thank god, she would have
someone to talk to if he turned out to be as bad as the last guy
Renee had tried to set her up with, having the real Lindsay Dole
there would also help to clear up any misconceptions that she
was a scummy defense attorney. Hearing a knock at the door,
she turned and left the bedroom, hoping that it was Lindsay,
rather than her date.
However upon opening the door she was met by a young
women whom she had never seen before, or maybe, there was
something about her that was so familiar.
"Hello?", she said hesitantly, but the women remained silent,
"Can I help you".
The women continued to stare back at her, her face and eyes
completely expressionless.
"Excuse me, Hello?" Helen asked, she was beginning to feel
intimidated by this women's blank stare and was about to shut
the door, when the women slowly began to raise her right arm.
As her arm continued to rise higher, Helen saw a flash of shiny
black. The women's jacket fell slowly away from her hand, and
Helen jumped back violently as it her mind registered, that the
bright flash had come from the barrel of a small black gun.
From that point time seemed to move in slow motion, the arm
rising higher and higher, until it was pointed directly at Helen's
chest. It was then she fired, Helen saw the flash and the
kickback of the gun, before she heard the shot or felt the searing
pain, as the bullet pierced her chest, sending her flying
backwards and onto the floor. She looked up just in time to see
the women fire again, and then she was gone. Helen lay there
aware only of the ever-growing pool of blood that surrounded
her, and was now soaking into the white carpet beneath her, and
of the intense pain in her upper body.
"Lindsay", she called weakly, as the room began to spin around
her.
"Help" she breathed as the colors of the room around her
melted into one another, and then disappeared.
Bobby and Lindsay walked hand in hand up the hallway,
laughing as they joked about what would most likely be another
night of watching Helen try to fend of the advances of yet
another blind date.
"I hope she doesn't mind us being early", Lindsay said as they
neared the apartment, however she knew that Helen would kill
her if she didn't arrive before the date.
"We could always find something else to amuse us, for a little
while" Bobby said playfully, pulling her around to face him.
"Bobby!" Lindsay exclaimed as she kissed him quickly and
turned still laughing into the open apartment door.
She stopped abruptly, her laughter suddenly turning to screams
and tears, as she took in the scene before her.
"Helen!" she screamed, as she ran to her friend side, upon
reaching her she could tell that Helen was still alive, but barely.
"Helen, wake up" she cried, "Please Helen, you've got to be
okay… don't you die on me".
But her friend just lay there, a slight rise and fall of her chest the
only indication that she was still alive. Meanwhile, Bobby stood
as if frozen in the doorway, his mobile phone pressed to his ear
as he called an ambulance.
Lindsay had no idea how long they waited for the ambulance to
arrive, it was probably only minutes but felt like hours. She
hadn't even heard them arrive, the first she had noticed was
Bobby walking over and gently pulling her away from her
friend. He held her as they placed Helen's motionless body
onto a stretcher and began to wheel her away. By this time the
Police had begun to arrive, but she barely noticed them either,
as Bobby and she followed the stretcher down the hallway.
Then they made their way to Bobby's car and left to meet the
ambulance at the hospital. Where they were informed that
Helen had been taken to surgery.
A few hours later Lindsay woke up, she was sitting in a chair
wrapped in Bobby's arms. Not really
knowing where she was. Then she saw Ellenor walking towards
them, her expression strained, and she
remembered what had happened.
"I got home and they told me what happened, where is she?"
Ellenor said. "Is she okay"
"I don't know" replied Lindsay; "Last I heard she was in
surgery". Eleanor nodded sadly and Lindsay
Stood to hug her.
"What happened?" she asked as they sat back down.
Lindsay was just beginning to explain how they had found her
when a doctor approached, "Ms Dole". All
three of them stood at once, Bobby wrapped his arm lightly
around Lindsay and she in turn took Ellenor's
hand.
" She came through the surgery well" the doctor stated, "but its
not over yet, she is still in a critical
condition" She pauses, "You can see her if you want, she's this
way".
Lindsay paused outside the little room, not knowing if she really
wanted to enter. She felt
Bobby's hand on her back and looked up at him, together they
entered the room. Ellenor gasped as she
saw Helen. She was lying there, her face deathly pale, whilst a
maze of tubes criss-crossed her motionless
body. Behind her Lindsay began to cry quietly and Bobby
placed his hand over his mouth, his eyes filled
with concern.
"Helen" Ellenor began, "Come on I know you didn't really want
to go on a blind date, but this is a little
extreme, don't you think".
Lindsay walked up beside her and took Helen's hand, her eyes
filling with tears as she looked at Helen's
pale face.
"Hey Helen, its me. I'm right here okay, I won't leave you, you
just get better".
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Title: Revenge on the Innocent – Part 2
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: This is my first and probably only ever fanfic, it is
a result of my holiday/crashed computer boredom. I hope it is
not to boring. If you wish to give feedback, which I would
appreciate, please don't let it be too harsh (I have a fragile ego),
and please post it on the message board.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th
Century Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment
purposes.
"So what do you know?" Bobby asked.
"Nothing, really" replied Mike "It doesn't look as if the guy
even entered the apartment, no signs of a struggle, no
fingerprints. There is no evidence as of yet."
"So what now, then" Bobby asked.
"We'll obviously keep investigating, there are a lot of other
avenues we can try" Mike stated.
"Is there anything, the firm can do to help?"
"Actually, there may be, can you think of anyone who might
want to hurt Helen. If you can we would appreciate a list, it
mightn't help but then again it might"
"She's a DA" Bobby answered, "Its not going to be a small
list".
"I know"
Back at the hospital Lindsay sat diligently by her friends
bedside, talking to her, trying in vain to get her to wake.
"Come on Helen, this is beyond funny. Wake up, please…,"
She stopped, her voice beginning to break and tears threatening
to spill.
"Hey" Lindsay looked up as Detective Mike and Bobby walked
in.
"Hey" she replied as Bobby walked over and stood behind
her.
"Come on, you've been here all night, Lindsay. Come home,
just for some proper rest and something to eat. I'll drive you
back later."
"I can't leave, what if she wakes up, the doctor said she could
at any time, I have to be here"
"You go Lindsay, I'll stay with her" Mike said, "Bobby said
Ellenor should be in soon anyway, I'll stay till she gets here".
Lindsay looked at him torn between her desire for sleep and her
need to be here for her friend.
"OK but I'll be back soon, call me if there's any change, any
change at all" She said as Bobby guided her out the door.
As soon as they left Mike sat down and took Helen's hand.
"Hey Helen, its me Mike. You better pull through this. The
blokes down the station are worried, if you don't come back
imagine how murderers those friends of yours will put back on
the street"
Meanwhile across town Lindsay was lying in bed attempting in
vain to get to sleep. Sleep did sound
wonderful, after all she hadn't slept in well over 24 hrs, but her
mind kept drifting back to Helen, 'What if
she wakes up and I'm not there, she'll be all by herself.' She
thought as she tossed and turned, trying to get
comfortable. 'She'll be fine, Mikes with her and Ellenor will be
there soon' she reminded herself. With
that thought she snuggled beneath the covers and drifted to
sleep.
Lindsay woke and immediately looked at the clock.
"Damn", she muttered, she had asked Bobby to wake her in an
hour so she could return to the hospital, but he hadn't and it was
now early morning. Hopping up she quickly dressed and strode
out into the living room, Bobby wasn't there, so she wrote him a
note explaining where she had gone and left for the hospital,
silently cursing herself for staying away so long, by now Helen
was almost definitely alone. But she was wrong.
As she turned the corner and headed into Helen's room, she
noticed someone asleep in the chair beside her bed, coming
closer she recognized him as Mike. She walked over and took
a seat on the other side of the bed, just as he began to stir.
"Hey"
" Hey, have you been here all night"
"Well Ellenor couldn't stay and I didn't want to leave her alone,
so yeah".
"Thankyou" said Lindsay, "I'm sorry I was gone so long,
Bobby forgot to wake me"
"That's fine" he replied looking at his watch and standing, " But
I better get to work now, Bye".
"Shouldn't you go home and get some proper rest first?"
"No, I'm going back to the station so I can help find the bastard
who did this to her", he replied the anger evident on his face as
he looked down on Helen's still form, and then turned and left.
Lindsay watched him go, a small smile forming on her lips,
'Well', she thought, 'yet another man who has to wait for a
traumatic event to reveal his feelings'.
Back at the office everyone was by now well aware of what had
happened and were attempting to compile a list of anyone who
might want to hurt Helen, Bobby had been right it was going to
be a very long one.
"Joey Heric" Ellenor stated, "It's obvious he didn't like her"
"Not really his style" Bobby replied, "And besides, he gets his
thrills out of beating her in the courtroom".
"The nun Killer" threw in Jimmy
"Dead" replied Bec
"Fine, her witness, you know the boy who she turned against
and got for perjury"
"Jail"
"But his Dads not" Eugene replied.
"Ok" said Bec adding it to the already huge list.
They had almost finished and were now grabbing at straws, just
in case. It was possible of course that none of the people on the
list were responsible, but it was worth a try.
"Why would anyone want to hurt Helen, I mean I know she
puts people away and all, but she helped me out" Jimmy asked.
"Karma"
"Lucy!!!", they all yelled in unison.
"Oh come on" she replied tartly, "Its not like she's little miss
sunshine"
"That's no reason to shoot someone, besides she's only like
that with you, what does that suggest?" shot back Jimmy his
voice showing signs of anger.
"Alright you two, stop" Rebecca interjected, "Lucy, make
yourself useful and fax this to Mike" she ordered as she handed
her the completed list.
"That's all right, I'll take it" offered Bobby, walking over to
them, "I'm stopping by there on my way to the hospital.
Coming Ellenor?"
"Sure" she replied as the two grabbed their jackets and headed
out, behind them Jimmy and Lucy continued to glare at each
other.
Bobby and Ellenor arrived at the Police Station and headed
towards Mike's office immediately. They found him buried
behind a pile on paperwork issuing forth a rather fluent stream of
curses.
"Mike?" Bobby called.
The detective looked up and smiled at them as he continued to
search his desk for whatever was upsetting him.
"We brought that list you asked for, it's pretty long", Bobby
said as he held the list out, but Mike barely seemed to notice.
"What's wrong?" Ellenor finally asked.
"I can't seem to find the report on the crime scene, maybe I
overlooked something. Because there doesn't seem to be any
physical evidence, we found a gun, no useable prints. The
apartment is clean, print wise. We have no leads. How am I
supposed to catch the bastard who did this? Someone walked
up to her door, shot her point blank in the chest and we know
nothing."
Bobby and Ellenor exchanged worried looks, they knew Mike
and Helen were friends, or had at least had the opportunity to
work together at times. But Mike looked at breaking point and
it was obvious that he was devoting all of his time to this case,
not that they minded that.
"Hopefully Helen will be able to tell us something when she
wakes up" Ellenor said soothingly, "We will find who did this
Mike"
"And what if she doesn't?" He replied.
"She will. This is Helen we're talking about, she has to stay
around to torment me" Bobby joked, "Look we're on our way
over there now, wanna come".
"Sure" he replied and together they left his office and headed for
the hospital.
Lindsay sat patiently waiting for Helen to wake up, she had been
sitting there for most of the day so far and Helen was still being
her usual difficult self and refusing to do so.
"Come on Helen, wake up already" She pleaded, "The doctor's
say that you are much better and should be waking up."
She waited and after getting no reaction from her friend she
stood and turned to leave.
"Fine, I'm going to get some coffee" she said as she walked
toward the door.
From behind her came a voice, it was quiet and very weak but
she would have recognized that wit anywhere.
"I'm in a coma, and you're leaving me?!"
"Helen!" she exclaimed spinning around to face the bed, where
Helen lay, a smile on her face.
"Miss me".
Bobby, Ellenor and Mike walked slowly down the hall towards
Helen's room, all of them dreading seeing the usually feisty
prosecutor looking so weak and helpless.
" I guess Lindsay's still here" stated Mike, "I can hear her
talking…but who is she talking to?"
"Helen!" answered a surprised Bobby as they turned into the
doorway and found a very conscious Helen smiling back at
them.
"Hi Bobby, Ellenor,….Mike?" she chirped and then looked at
Lindsay who was trying to conceal a smile, she saw Helen
looking at her and raised an eyebrow, which only served to
confuse Helen.
They made small talk for a few minutes before Mike decided to
get down to business.
"Uh Helen, do you think you'd be able to tell us what
happened?"
"Sure. Umm, I was getting ready for a date and the door bell
rang so I thought that must be him".
Helen was surprised to see Mikes face fall at the mention of her
date, she wondered if it had anything to do with the secretive
look that had been on Lindsay's face ever since he arrived. But
for now she put that thought aside and tried to concentrate on
retelling the events of that evening.
"But it wasn't"
"Do you know who it was?" Mike asked,
"No, it was a woman, at first I thought she was a stranger, but
there was something familiar about her. I can't quite place who
she was though"
"Can you describe her?"
" A bit shorter than me, small build, dark brown hair. Anyway
she just stood there, looking right through me and then she
raised her arm and I saw the gun, and that's all I remember"
By now Helen was beginning to get a little upset and was
obviously tired.
"That's fine" replied Mike. "I better get this back to the station,
compare it to our list of suspects and see what we can come up
with. You take care, Okay" he placed his hand on top of
Helen's momentarily and then walked out.
"We better get going too, I'll be back later, You get some rest"
Lindsay squeezed her friend's hand and then waited as Bobby
and Ellenor said their good-byes.
"Linds, I think we need to talk" Helen almost begged. She was
completely confused as to both Lindsay expressions and the
look on Mike's face when she had mentioned her date.
"Later Helen, you just get some rest" she replied and hurriedly
left the room, leaving a perplexed Helen to just stare after her.
Helen just lay there after they left thinking about Mike's question
Do you know who it was? She did know, but she just couldn't
remember, who was the woman at the door? How did she
know her? Had she worked on a case that involved her, met her
before or maybe she had just seen her on the street
somewhere? Then her mind switched to another topic that was
bothering her, what was up with Mike? He did seem awfully
worried about her and had been very happy when he saw she
was awake. She was also confused by the way his face fell
when she mentioned that she had been going on a date, but all
that would seem insignificant if it wasn't for the looks that
Lindsay had been giving her the entire time Mike was there.
Maybe he liked her, and just needed some pushing like Bobby
had, she couldn't say that she wouldn't like it if he were
interested.
Everyone in the office looked up expectantly as Mike walked
through the door, all hoping that he had some news about
Helen's attacker.
"I was thinking that you guys might be able to think up some
new suspects based on Helen's description," He asked
hopefully.
"Has everyone on the list been cleared?" inquired Jimmy.
"Yep, everyone on that list was male and Helen has identified
her attacker as a female"
Everyone thought about it for a few moments but none of them
were able to come up with anyone else who they thought might
want to hurt Helen.
"Oh well, I'll leave the description with you just in case you do
recall something" he said as he dropped the paper he was
carrying onto a desk and turned to leave.
Upon reaching the doorway he stopped and partly turned.
"Thanks anyway" he said before heading out the door, his face
grim.
Jimmy walked over towards the desk where the description lay
and began to read it.
"Has anyone else noticed that this description is an exact match
to Lucy?" he inquired jokingly.
"What so first you accuse me of helping a nun stab Lindsay and
now you think that I shot Helen" Lucy shot back.
"I was just saying"
"Well keep it to yourself"
"It wasn't Lucy" Ellenor interjected, "Helen said she didn't
remember who the woman was, Lucy isn't someone you can
forget easily, no matter how hard you try"
Lucy was just about to thank Ellenor for her support when she
heard the final part of that comment; her thanks came out more
as a strangled cry, so she sat back down put on her headset and
proceeded to ignore them.
"What's up with Mike?" asked Rebecca, "He seems to be
taking this case hard".
"Well him and Helen are friends, he probably doesn't like to see
this friends get shot" Ellenor answered.
"Maybe"
"What were the looks for?" Helen asked Lindsay as soon as she
reappeared at the hospital, later that same day.
"What looks?" Lindsay answered trying to evade the question.
"The looks you were trying, very poorly, to conceal the entire
time Mike was here."
"Nothing, I was just happy to see that you were Ok"
"Lindsay they weren't 'Happy- I'm-Ok' looks, they were
'I-know-something-that-you-don't' looks. Which remind me a
lot of your 'I've-slept -with -your -boyfriend -and -don't -want
-you -to -find -out' look.
Lindsay winced.
Now, I currently don't have a boyfriend so I'm guessing it's not
that".
"Its just the whole Mike thing, its cute"
"The Mike thing?"
"He's been so worried about you, and then his face just lit up
when he saw you were awake and then fell again when he heard
you had a date. He spent the whole night here cause he didn't
want to leave you alone, and then left straight away so he could
go and find the 'Bastard' that hurt you. He likes you and he's to
nervous to do anything about it, it's cute."
"Really, he's never said anything." Helen said, a smile starting to
creep onto her face.
"He's a guy, they sometimes need a traumatic event to occur,
before they realize these things. Besides he's like Bobby was,
you have to make the first move, pull him out of his shell". She
suddenly developed an evil grin and continued, "I know, you
could wait till you get out of here, invite him to a party, then wait
till he is talking to someone important and 'grab' him, that
seemed to work last time."
"Funny" answered Helen, as the two broke out in giggles.
"Anyway, I better go. I have to go work on putting some
criminals back on the street, you know how it is"
Helen just gave her a dark look, before breaking into a smile
and watching Lindsay walk out the door.
Lindsay stepped absent-mindedly into the lift and ran directly
into a man who was attempting to exit.
"Sorry" she cried, as she stepped sideways and let the man off.
"It's Ok, Lindsay" he replied, recognizing his voice, she looked
up and realized the man was Mike.
"You here to ask Helen some more questions?" she inquired.
"No, I just thought I might come and see how she was." He
answered.
"Oh, Ok" Lindsay replied, once again hiding a smile as she once
again stepped into the lift and pressed the down button, "Bye"
she called as the doors shut.
Mike turned and began to walk down the hall towards Helen's
room when the lift doors once again opened and Lindsay called
out his name, he turned around to see what she wanted and
heard her yell.
"She's not as impulsive and confident as she likes to make out,
make the first move" and with that the doors shut once again
and she was gone.
All Mike could do was shake his head and smile with
embarrassment as he continued to head down the hall.
"Mike!" Helen called warmly as he walked in, her mind
wandering back to what Lindsay had said, he likes you and he's
too nervous to do anything about it. And he certainly did look
nervous.
"Hi" he said, as he looked at the floor and thought about what to
say next, "I just wanted see how you were."
"I'm fine" Helen replied.
"That's great" Mike said, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor at the
foot of the bed. "I also thought that I should check and see if
there was anything that you had remembered, since I was last
here".
"No, I haven't. There is something there, I know who that
woman was, I just wish I could jog my memory somehow."
"OK, well take care" Mike said as he turned toward the door.
At that moment Helen thought once again about Lindsay had
said about Mike being nervous and needing a push, and she
knew there was something else he wanted to say by the way he
was studying the floor and refusing to look at her. Either that or
there was something very interesting on the floor that she was
missing out on."
"Was there anything else, Mike."
Mike was silent for a moment as if trying to gather his courage.
"Umm, actually there was, I…I wanted to ask you if,…….well,
if you might maybe….if there's no-one else…"
"Mmmm…?" Helen asked, smiling about both his nervousness
and what she knew he was about to ask, not that he would have
noticed he was too busy studying the lino floor.
"I was just wondering if you might like to go out with me
sometime, not now because obviously you can't, but maybe
sometime?" Mike asked, his eyes still firmly focussed on the
floor.
Helen didn't answer immediately but the grin on her face
widened and she was visibly happy about his offer of a date,
however Mike, who was still looking at the floor, took this
pause to mean that she was going to turn him down and decided
to answer for her.
"You know what, that's Ok" he said his voice dejected," I was
just thinking maybe, but its OK," he said as he walked toward
the door.
"I'd love to" Helen called from behind him, causing him to spin
around, a grin taking over his face.
"Really?"
"Really"
"Great, well I'll call you sometime. When you aren't in
hospital." He said as he looked at his watch and then at Helen, "
I better go, I have to get back to the station. If you remember
anything call me."
Mike smiled at Helen once more and then left, once he was out
in the hallway he gave one little skipping step, before proceeding
toward the elevator at a at a more sedate pace.
"Its great to finally be out of that hospital" Helen remarked as
her and Lindsay walked down the hall towards her apartment.
"I know the feeling, believe me" Lindsay replied as they stopped
to open the apartment door.
Upon opening the door Helen found the place to be completely
dark, "That's odd" she thought "Ellenor said she would be
home". This bothered her a little as she was still nervous about
staying at home by herself, especially since this was her first
night out of hospital and no progress had been made in the quest
to find the person who shot her. She knew she could ask
Lindsay to stay, but she didn't want to appear to be a burden,
so she guessed she would just have to be alright until Ellenor did
arrive home. With that thought she reached over and turned on
the light switch, which was met with a raucous cry of-
"SURPRISE!!!"
Looking up she noticed that Ellenor, Bec, Lucy, Bobby, Eugene
and Jimmy were all crowded into the lounge room.
"Don't worry, we're not staying long, we just wanted to give
you a Welcome home and show you that we missed you".
Lindsay said quickly when she noticed the shocked look on
Helen's face. "Of course, there is one party guest yet to arrive,
Mike is running late"
"This is great" Helen beamed, "Thanks"
"I'll take this stuff into your room, go socialize" Lindsay ordered
as she gestured to the bag of Helen's stuff that she was holding.
Helen walked over and sat on the couch, where she was
greeted happily by her friends and made to sit on the couch
whilst they fussed over her. Ellenor was just starting to
apologize for the mess that the apartment was in when out of the
corner of her eye, Helen noticed something that made her
suddenly catch her breath. Leaning over she grabbed the paper
that protruded from beneath the coffee table and looked at the
picture on the front page. It was the same paper that she had
angrily thrown at Lindsay that day in Bobby's office. But now as
she looked at the picture of the mother and son that adorned the
cover, the mothers happy smile turned to a cold blank stare and
Helen could only stare back in shock as she was hit by a sudden
wave of realization. Standing up, she pushed her way past her
friends, and took off towards the door.
"Helen!?" Lindsay called as she walked out of her friends'
bedroom and saw Helen attempting desperately to open the
front door. But Helen did not seem to hear her, she finally
managed to open the door and was gone. All the party guests
could do was sit and watch after her, each of them wondering
what the hell had just happened. Lindsay ran to the door and
called her name, but Helen had already disappeared around the
corner and was nowhere to be seen. She turned back to the
others all of whom seemed to be in a small amount of shock and
were sitting there staring at the door.
Eventually it was Jimmy who broke the silence by asking the
question they were all thinking, but that none of them could
answer.
"What just happened?"
Helen ran blindly down the hall, her face wet with tears and her
whole body consumed by panic. She was not sure exactly
where she was headed but she knew she had to find Mike and
tell him what she had remembered. Of course she had no idea
where Mike would be, but she could not worry about that now,
she had panicked and her body had switched into flight mode.
Turning the corner she continued to run towards the lift, the
paper hugged tightly to her chest as she made her way by
memory. Suddenly she ran into something and an arm wrapped
securely around her waist, fighting the urge to scream she forced
her eyes to focus and look at this person who now held her.
"Mike!" she cried relieved, and proceeded to bury her head in
his shoulder and cry.
"What wrong, Helen?" Mike asked worriedly, "What's
happened?"
Then seeing that Helen was in no shape to talk, he turned her
round and keeping his arm tight around her waist began to guide
her back toward the apartment.
"I remembered" she began, " It was her…she shot me"
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Title: Revenge on the Innocent – Part 3
Author: Rose (rosenfairy@yahoo.com)
Authors Note: Finally here's the last part, enjoy everyone!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the great DEK and 20th Century
Fox, I have merely used them for entertainment purposes.
He reached the door and found it open, looking inside he saw the rest of
the guests sitting stunned in the lounge, still trying to comprehend what
had happened.
"Helen!", Lindsay cried out and ran to her friend's side. "Are you okay,
what's wrong?", her voice was thick with worry, but Helen didn't
answer, she just clung to Mike and let him guide her to the couch. Mike
sat down with Helen right beside him. She was beginning to calm down
and he figured she was now ready to tell them what it was that had upset
her.
"Helen, what happened? You said you remembered."
"It was her"
"Who?"
"His mother, she shot me…cause I didn't win, Because I let them put him
back out there." Her face was now very pale and her voice shook as she
spoke. "Because I lost"
"Who's mother?" Mike asked, he was obviously confused as to what she
was talking about, but Lindsay now wore a shocked mask of realization.
"What Lindsay? Who is she talking about?"
"The case we had a few weeks ago, I defended a guy who killed a little
boy, he got away with it,…there were sixth amendment issues."
"Are you sure, Helen?" she asked, using the same voice that she would
use if she were talking to a terrified child.
"What made you remember this?"
Helen gestured to the paper, which everyone suddenly realized she was
clutching. Unfolding it she placed it into Mike's lap and pointed to the
picture. "When I saw the picture, it just clicked I saw that and then I saw
her face again, standing right there" she nodded towards the door, "with
this stare, like she couldn't really see me, she was looking right through
me."
By now she was start to get upset again and they decided not to push any
further. She sunk back into Lindsay's embrace and just continued to cry,
not only because of the horror of the memories that were beginning to
plague her mind but mainly because of what she believed to be this
woman's motive. "She blames me for putting back out there, she thinks I
screwed up. She may as well blame me for his death too She wanted me
dead because I lost."
Mike placed his hand on her shoulder for support, and then stood.
I'm going to go and get a start on this, I want her brought in now", with
that he took one at Helen's distraught form, her head buried in Lindsay's
shoulder and her body shaking with the sobs that racked her. He turned
to leave, now absolutely determined to find the woman that had hurt his
friend, so that he could finally put an end to this horror for her. He strode
down the hallway his mobile phone already held firmly to his ear as he
arranged to have the woman brought in for questioning.
****
Several hours later Mike sat in an interview room at the Police Station,
before him sat a young woman who was obviously deeply grieved by the
loss of her son but yet, completely indifferent to the affects of her own
crime. She had admitted to shooting Helen whilst her arrest was being
made and Mike was now trying to find out why it was that she had
committed this crime, he was doing it partly to establish motive and partly
for Helen's sake.
"Julia Myers, it is your admission that on the evening of the 15th March
2000, you went to apartment of Assistant Direct Attorney Helen Gamble
and shot her twice at close range", he began. The woman's expression
suddenly changed from one of complacency to shock and denial.
"NO!" she screamed.
"Ms. Myers, the arresting officers have stated that upon your arrest, you
were heard to say, "Yes, I shot the bitch, but she deserved it, she helped
the bastard get away with killing my baby" Mike realized that there was
something wrong with that statement. It was one thing to believe that
Helen had screwed up the prosecution, or hadn't done her best, but it
was a huge leap to think that she had helped him get away.
"I didn't shoot no Helen Gamble" the woman replied, her voice now
getting defensive and angry. "I don't even know any Helen. I shot that
bitch that found that technicality, the bitch that set him free to do it again."
A sudden realization hit Mike as he grabbed for the paper that Helen had
given him and studied the front page.
"Ms.Myers, did you attend the court during the trial?"
"I didn't see any need, they told me it was open and shut, that he was
going to jail, so I didn't really need to go. I didn't want to have to face
him."
"So how did you know who the defense attorney in the trial was?"
"It was the bitch I shit, the paper had her picture"
"This paper?" Mike asked holding it out for her to see.
"That's the one. I saw her picture and I thought that if he wasn't going to
pay for Cory's death, then she would. So I came to the courthouse, and I
followed her, to see where she lived. Then I came back and shot her"
Julia's voice was hard and almost poisonous as she retold the events that
had led up to the shooting, she seemed to believe that justice had been
done. To Mike it appeared that she had lost her will to live therefore did
not care that telling the truth would put her in jail.
"Julia, the paper made a mistake. The picture in the paper was not of the
Defense Attorney, that picture was of Helen Gamble – the prosecutor.
She fought very hard to put that man in jail, unfortunately Lindsay found a
loophole, they were both just doing their jobs.
"Oh God" she cried, "So I shot the woman who tried to put him away, I
shot the wrong person?" Julia's voice wavered and her hard exterior
began to melt a little as she realized what she had done. "I shot an
innocent woman."
"Even if you had shot the defense attorney, she would have been an
innocent woman too. In pulling that trigger you became what it was that
you despised you son's killing for."
Julia was by now starting to get very upset and Mike ordered her to be
taken back to a cell, he had gotten all he needed out of her. He did feel
slightly sympathetic towards this poor woman who had been so blinded
by her grief and rage that she had lost all reason, but he also hated her
for what she had done to Helen.
"Helen went through all of this because of this mistake" he muttered out
loud as he prepared to return to Helen's and tell both her and Lindsay
what he had discovered.
****
Helen sat on the couch beside Lindsay and listened to Mike as he
explained to them exactly what Julia Myers had said during her
interveiw. Helen was much calmer now, however Lindsay appeared to
be getting paler and paler as she heard what the woman's original
intentions had been.
"So it was a mistake?" asked Helen, the anger in her voice obvious.
"Seems so, she honestly thought you were Lindsay , she got very upset
when I told her that she had shot the prosecutor , but she still seems to
believe that it would have been OK, if she hadn't of made that mistake."
"Why did she do it at all?"
"Best I can figure, she was so blinded by her grief. She believed that he
deserved to be punished, but when he got off, she decided that the
person who stopped him from being punished had to be instead." At this
point both Mike and Helen realized that Lindsay was yet to say anything
about the situation. Turning to look at her , they found he sitting frozen,
her face as pale as snow and tears welling in her eyes.
"Linds, are you okay?" Helen asked taking her hand searching her face
for a sign of movement. Lindsay shook her head slightly and focussed her
eyes on Helen.
"I'm sorry Helen" she begun, her voice laced with emotion. "You had to
go through this because of me, because I put him back out there:"
"No, Lindsay it's not your fault . It shouldn't have happened at all. But it
did and everything's fine now. It's nobody's fault but hers."
"But if I hadn't of put him back out there , she wouldn't have hurt you , or
she should of hurt me, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Neither did you, Lindsay." Mike stated, "The fact that she made a
mistake isn't important, she shouldn't of done this to anyone. But it's
definitely not your fault." Lindsay looked up at them both and gave a
small smile, she was starting to cheer up and knowing that Helen did not
blame her meant a lot. She leant on over and gave a quick hug, being
careful not to hurt her still very sore chest.
"Besides", began Mike. "I don't think I could take having Bobby on the
warpath again, if something had of happened to you".
"And, you can't hog all the hospital time, Lindsay" Helen joked, "That
and I'm going to need you to help me sue the ass off that damn paper!".
****
With the events of the past few weeks now pushed to the back of her
mind. Helen stood before the full-lengh mirror trying to decide which
outfit to wear on her date. "Oh well, I guess this one it is" she thought as
someone begun knocking on the door. She heard Ellenor answer it and
start exchanging pleasantries with her date. A minute later she appeared
at the door to Helen's room and announced,
"Helen, Mike's here, should I tell him you're ready?"
"Yep" Helen replied as she walked toward the door, all the while
inwardly praying that this date would go a little better than her last one.
The End.
