Chapter 8

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I know I made you guys wait a long time for this but first I had major writers block, and second once I got a good idea I had no time to write it. High school sucks so if u wanna yell at someone for the delay then talk to my Geometry teacher.



Ellenor didn't see Helen for the rest of the night. Shortly after getting out of the shower she dressed and went to bed. She did, however, look in on her before she went to bed and noticed tear stains on Helen's pale face. I'll talk to her tomorrow she thought.

She never got the chance though. Helen woke up earlier than usual the next morning and had already gotten ready and ate breakfast by the time Ellenor got out of bed. She was putting her coat on when Ellenor came down the hall.

"Where are you going to early?" she asked.

"I have some stuff that I have to do at the office." Helen answered. "I have a feeling Lindsay is going to be particularly vicious today and I want to be prepared."

"To be fair, she has good reason."

"Yea." agreed Helen softly.



At the court house two hours later Lindsay was near the end of her cross- examination of the fifth protectoral witness, the victim's boyfriend Charles Martin.

"So you're saying that the boy just opened the door, saw what was going on, and left. He didn't scream or yell, or anything like that?" she asked.

"No." he answered. "He just saw us together and left. He was probably going to load the gun." he added sarcastically.

"Objection." said Ellenor from the defense table.

Before Judge Kittelson could sustain it Lindsay started talking again. "If he was loading the gun he would have shot you, too. You would have deserved it." she said venomously.

"Objection." said Helen as she sprung up from her chair.

"I mean after all you were having an affair with his mother, people who commit adultery should be punished."

"Objection." yelled Helen.

"Maybe we should be trying to throw you in jail instead of him."

"Objection!"

"Miss Dole." yelled Judge Kittelson. "That is quite enough."

"Nothing farther." Lindsay said coldly as she walked back to her seat.

Helen glared at her and Lindsay narrowed her eyes.

"Miss Gamble do you have any farther witnesses?"

"No your honor. The prosecution rests." she said.

"Ok. Miss Dole the defense may call its first witness tomorrow at... 9:00. We are adjourned."

In the hall Lindsay was waiting for an elevator. She desperately wanted to get out of there and back to the office before Helen had a change to try to explain why she was kissing her husband. The whole thing made her sad more than it angered her, but in all honesty she wasn't surprised. Helen and Bobby had managed to remain pretty good friends after their roller coaster relationship with the whole Isecoff thing and the Marks trial. Actually if she hadn't been acquitted she probably would have almost welcomed Helen and Bobby being together, not that she'd ever tell either of them. Helen would be a good mother to Bobby Jr. and she would have been good for Bobby, too. But she had been acquitted so she wasn't going to waste her time thinking about that anymore. The elevator dinged and she stepped in.



Helen went home at 7:00 to get a shower and get ready for the dinner date that she had planned with Mike. She quickly let her hair down, added a little more makeup to what she already had on and dabbed some perfume on her neck and wrists. After that she went to her room and changed into white slacks and a soft blue sweater. Lindsay had always said that blue looked good on her because it brought out her eyes. At the thought of Lindsay her smile faded and she felt tears form in the corner of her eyes. Damn Bobby he messed everything up she thought, but that wasn't really fair because it wasn't entirely his fault. He had been the one to initiate the kiss but she hadn't stopped him. In fact she had kissed him back for a long moment before they both broke away. He had apologized repeatedly the rest of the evening and afterwards had broken down and cried for an hour. She felt so awful for him. His wife had been in prison, he was facing raising his two- year-old son, and on top of that he had just kissed her best friend.

She was shaken out of her memories by a knock at the door. After quickly checking her reflection in the mirror she quickly walked down the hall towards the door. The site of Mike in jeans, a sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and perfectly gelled hair made all worries of Bobby and Lindsay vanish from her mind. She gave him a flirty smile and grabbed her coat.



"So, where are we going?" Helen asked after she and Mike had finished a delicious dinner at a semi fancy restaurant.

"You'll see." he said has he turned down a road that Helen had never driven down before.

Moments later she found herself looking at Boston Harbor. Mike got out of the car and Helen followed as he quickly walked down a dock to a small but pretty boat on the end.

"Even been around the harbor at night?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I've never been on a boat at all."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well I guess there's a first time for everything."

He helped her onto the boat and threw the rope attaching it to the dock into the water. Helen sat down on the comfy seat near the right side of the boat and watched as Mike skillfully maneuvered the boat around the edge of the dock and out into the harbor. She suddenly realized that in all of the years that she had worked with him she didn't really know him.

"Hey. Come look at this." he said as they got going along the shore.

Helen walked unsteadily to the front of the boat and leaned on the rail by the wheel that Mike was steering with.

"Oh my god." she breathed.

From the water the lights of the city took on an almost magical light. The only thing that could be seen was the beautiful lights, not the old, torn down buildings, or the homeless people lying in the alleys. It really was a beautiful city form out here and I never noticed it she thought.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked as he came up behind her and put his arms around her waist.

She nodded as she laid her hands over his on her stomach.

"I never really noticed it before."

"Most people don't. They never take the time to really stop and look at the beauty in things. They just see a little piece of the puzzle instead of taking a look at the whole picture" he said. "Doing the work that we do it really is a good idea to occasionally step back and just... forget about everything that's wrong with the world and look at what's right."



Ok what do u guys think so far? I want honest opinions. If you love it tell me, if u think it's the worst thing you've ever read then I would like to hear that too. R/R