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.