Chapter 5
Helen was quickly putting the finishing touches on her make up on Monday evening when she heard the front door open. Oh god, he's early. She thought as she tried to finish quickly. Mike had called last night and told her that he could go to dinner because he was questioning a murder suspect, but they had made plans to go out the next night. She was startled when the bathroom door opened suddenly and Bobby Jr. stepped in.
"Hi." he said smiling at her.
"Hey sweetie. Is your mommy out there?" she asked.
The little boy nodded his head. "Daddy too."
Helen groaned. Mike would be there any minute to pick her up for their date and she really didn't want to have to listen to Lindsay say I told you so.
"Ok." she said as she put her make up back in its case. "How do I look?"
The little boy cocked his head to the side and studied her for a few seconds. "You looks weally bootyful." he said.
Helen laughed and picked him up.
"Where you goin?" he asked.
"You gotta keep it a secret." she said seriously. "You promise you won't tell?"
"I pwomis." he said.
Helen smiled at his serious face. Even though he was only three years old his eyes had a serious tone to them. He must get it from Bobby she thought.
"I'm going on a date."
"A date?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to go eat with a friend." she explained.
"Oh." he said. "What's his name?"
"Mike." she answered. "He's a policeman."
"Weally?" he asked as his eyes grew big.
"Yeah," answered Helen as she shut the bathroom door and walked down the hallway to the living room. "but you can't tell."
"Hey." Lindsay greeted her. "Can't tell what?
"Nothing." answered Helen as she put Bobby down and slid her high-healed shoes on.
"Where are you going?" asked Lindsay suspiciously.
"No where. What are you guys doing here?"
"We wanted to give you this." said Bobby as he handed her a file.
She opened it and looked through its contents.
"You jumping on as second chair?" she asked.
"Third." answered Ellenor as she came out of the kitchen. "I'm second."
"Great." muttered Helen.
She hated high profile trials, especially ones against the lawyers at Bobby's firm. She dreaded tomorrow when she had to talk to the victim's husband and daughter. Jennie Carson, the victim, was a thirty two year old stay at home mother who had been shot while working in her garden. The suspect, Lindsay's client, was her 13 year old son. Apparently he had found his mother in bed with another man and had waited until he left before he loaded his father's gun and shot her in the head.
"So where are you going?" Lindsay asked again.
Helen smirked at her and put her jacket on. Just then the doorbell rang and Helen quickly answered it. Standing on the other side of the door was a very nervous Mike. He was dressed in a light blue sweater and a pair of khaki pants.
"Hey." said Helen softly.
"Hi." he said.
"We were just leaving." said Bobby before Lindsay could say anything to Mike. "We'll see you tomorrow in court."
"Gee I can't wait." said Helen sarcastically as they walked out the door.
"You like Italian?" asked Mike once he and Helen were in his car.
They ate at an intimate little Italian restaurant, and chatted easily during dinner. Helen was surprised how well it was going. When they finished eating Mike drove Helen home and walked her to her apartment.
"So, what's going on with your case?" asked Mike as they waited in the elevator.
"I think Lindsay is going to plead temporary insanity, or try to get the jury to feel sorry for the poor kid and let him off so he doesn't go to jail for the rest of his life." she said. "Knowing her she'll probably do both."
Mike chuckled as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
"I had a really nice time tonight." he told her when they got to her door.
Helen smiled at him. "I did too."
"Maybe we should do it again sometime. Like, Friday?" he asked hopeful.
"I'd love to. Pick me up around 7?"
"Ok." Mike said happily before he quickly looked down at the floor and began to bounce lightly from foot to foot, a gesture that Helen had noticed meant that he was nervous.
Helen watched him for a few moments as he debated with himself whether or not to kiss her goodnight.
"Mike." she said.
When he looked up from the floor she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. He stood there for a few seconds before he lightly placed his hands on her hips and began to explore her mouth with his tongue. They pulled back a few seconds later and Helen couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face.
"Night."
"Night." she said as she watched him walk down the hall and get into the elevator.
She began to open the door but stopped when she felt it collide with something and heard a very loud "Damn it." come from the other side. She rolled her eyes at Ellenor who now stood in the middle of the living room holding her head in pain.
"How'd it go?" she asked.
"It was perfect."
Hey thanks for the reviews everyone especially Kate who has reviewed every single chapter. More later if I get some reviews!
Helen was quickly putting the finishing touches on her make up on Monday evening when she heard the front door open. Oh god, he's early. She thought as she tried to finish quickly. Mike had called last night and told her that he could go to dinner because he was questioning a murder suspect, but they had made plans to go out the next night. She was startled when the bathroom door opened suddenly and Bobby Jr. stepped in.
"Hi." he said smiling at her.
"Hey sweetie. Is your mommy out there?" she asked.
The little boy nodded his head. "Daddy too."
Helen groaned. Mike would be there any minute to pick her up for their date and she really didn't want to have to listen to Lindsay say I told you so.
"Ok." she said as she put her make up back in its case. "How do I look?"
The little boy cocked his head to the side and studied her for a few seconds. "You looks weally bootyful." he said.
Helen laughed and picked him up.
"Where you goin?" he asked.
"You gotta keep it a secret." she said seriously. "You promise you won't tell?"
"I pwomis." he said.
Helen smiled at his serious face. Even though he was only three years old his eyes had a serious tone to them. He must get it from Bobby she thought.
"I'm going on a date."
"A date?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to go eat with a friend." she explained.
"Oh." he said. "What's his name?"
"Mike." she answered. "He's a policeman."
"Weally?" he asked as his eyes grew big.
"Yeah," answered Helen as she shut the bathroom door and walked down the hallway to the living room. "but you can't tell."
"Hey." Lindsay greeted her. "Can't tell what?
"Nothing." answered Helen as she put Bobby down and slid her high-healed shoes on.
"Where are you going?" asked Lindsay suspiciously.
"No where. What are you guys doing here?"
"We wanted to give you this." said Bobby as he handed her a file.
She opened it and looked through its contents.
"You jumping on as second chair?" she asked.
"Third." answered Ellenor as she came out of the kitchen. "I'm second."
"Great." muttered Helen.
She hated high profile trials, especially ones against the lawyers at Bobby's firm. She dreaded tomorrow when she had to talk to the victim's husband and daughter. Jennie Carson, the victim, was a thirty two year old stay at home mother who had been shot while working in her garden. The suspect, Lindsay's client, was her 13 year old son. Apparently he had found his mother in bed with another man and had waited until he left before he loaded his father's gun and shot her in the head.
"So where are you going?" Lindsay asked again.
Helen smirked at her and put her jacket on. Just then the doorbell rang and Helen quickly answered it. Standing on the other side of the door was a very nervous Mike. He was dressed in a light blue sweater and a pair of khaki pants.
"Hey." said Helen softly.
"Hi." he said.
"We were just leaving." said Bobby before Lindsay could say anything to Mike. "We'll see you tomorrow in court."
"Gee I can't wait." said Helen sarcastically as they walked out the door.
"You like Italian?" asked Mike once he and Helen were in his car.
They ate at an intimate little Italian restaurant, and chatted easily during dinner. Helen was surprised how well it was going. When they finished eating Mike drove Helen home and walked her to her apartment.
"So, what's going on with your case?" asked Mike as they waited in the elevator.
"I think Lindsay is going to plead temporary insanity, or try to get the jury to feel sorry for the poor kid and let him off so he doesn't go to jail for the rest of his life." she said. "Knowing her she'll probably do both."
Mike chuckled as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
"I had a really nice time tonight." he told her when they got to her door.
Helen smiled at him. "I did too."
"Maybe we should do it again sometime. Like, Friday?" he asked hopeful.
"I'd love to. Pick me up around 7?"
"Ok." Mike said happily before he quickly looked down at the floor and began to bounce lightly from foot to foot, a gesture that Helen had noticed meant that he was nervous.
Helen watched him for a few moments as he debated with himself whether or not to kiss her goodnight.
"Mike." she said.
When he looked up from the floor she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. He stood there for a few seconds before he lightly placed his hands on her hips and began to explore her mouth with his tongue. They pulled back a few seconds later and Helen couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face.
"Night."
"Night." she said as she watched him walk down the hall and get into the elevator.
She began to open the door but stopped when she felt it collide with something and heard a very loud "Damn it." come from the other side. She rolled her eyes at Ellenor who now stood in the middle of the living room holding her head in pain.
"How'd it go?" she asked.
"It was perfect."
Hey thanks for the reviews everyone especially Kate who has reviewed every single chapter. More later if I get some reviews!
