The next day, Bobby took Lindsay back to his apartment. He'd left her with Helen for a few hours to he could make everything comfortable and he'd gotten Mike to let him into Lindsay's old apartment so he could get some of her clothes and other things that she would need. He wanted Lindsay to relax as much as possible. She'd had a hard night, waking up from several nightmares and then not being able to get back to sleep. The members of the firm had visited her in the hospital again before she was released and had tried to convince her to take some time off to heal. Lindsay was resisting, but what she didn't know was that Bobby and Helen had already figured out who would stay with her when during the week. Bobby was staying at home until Kelton was caught, he didn't want to risk her safety. Helen was going to then take several days after that so Bobby could get back to work.

Bobby unlocked the door to his apartment and let Lindsay walk in ahead of him. She glanced back and smiled nervously. "You don't have to do this you know. I could stay in a hotel...or something."

Bobby shook his head as he walked over to the counter and placed all of Lindsay's flowers on it. "I don't want to risk Kelton finding you. Besides, you're going to need help until your arm heals." Lindsay nodded, giving in and Bobby smiled. "I've gotten your room all set up for you."

Lindsay looked at him, surprised. The last time she'd been over at Bobby's house, he'd had his own bedroom set up, but the other one had been a junk room. "I thought I'd just sleep on the couch, or something."

Bobby shook his head firmly. "No way." He placed a gentle hand on her back and led her down the hall to his bedroom door. Lindsay gaped at him as he swung the door open to reveal that he'd made up the bed with lots of pillows the way she liked and put flowers all around the room. The gesture had tears forming in her eyes before she could stop them. Bobby smiled down at her. "You like it?"

"It's great, but Bobby, I can't kick you out of your own room! Where will you sleep?"

Bobby sighed silently as the answer, 'right next to you' raced through his head. "I'll crash on the couch. Or if you'd feel safer, I'll sleep on the floor in here."

Lindsay would have felt safer with him in the room, but she refused to sound weak. "I feel bad kicking you out to the couch, but I'd feel worse with you on the floor..."

"Linds, I don't mind, really."

Lindsay paused before smiling slightly. "Thanks then. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Bobby said earnestly. He led her inside and opened the closet to reveal that he'd hung her clothes up for her. "Do you need anything else?"

Lindsay shook her head. "Everything's perfect, thank you."

"Do you want to take a nap or anything," Bobby asked worriedly.

Lindsay laughed softly. "I've done nothing but sleep for the last day, Bobby."

"Food then. Are you hungry?"

Lindsay shook her head. "I'm fine, I promise. I just want to relish not being in a hospital."

Bobby followed Lindsay to the couch where she sat down gingerly. She was still really sore and her shoulder hurt, but she refused to give in and take pain medication. She didn't want to hurt the baby. Bobby sat next to her. "Mike said he'd come by around two or so to take a statement."

Lindsay nodded. "Have...have they found him yet?"

Bobby shook his head sadly. He didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry honey. They're still looking though and they're getting closer all the time."

Lindsay nodded, even though she wasn't sure she believed him. "What if they don't, Bobby? What if he's already gotten away and they never find him? He'll come back and kill me, I know it."

Bobby's heart ached. Lindsay wasn't crying, she sounded so resigned though and afraid. He reached over and gently stroked a finger down her cheek. "I won't let him hurt you again, I promise Lindsay."

Lindsay leaned her head on his shoulder, needing to feel more reassured than she normally did. Bobby didn't ask, he just tucked an arm around her and held her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Lindsay turned her head to look at him. "Will you stay with me when I'm talking to the police? I don't know if I can do it alone."

Bobby sighed. "You know I can't, honey. They need to take my statement too. But I'll call Eugene or Ellenor if you want, and they can stay with you."

Lindsay shook her head. She wanted to drag as few people into this as possible. "No, no I'll be okay."

"Are you sure? They won't mind coming by."

"I'm sure," Lindsay whispered, sounding anything but.

Bobby was going to pursue the conversation when there was a knock on the door and Lindsay jumped. He squeezed her hand before going to open the front door. "It's probably Mike," Bobby said. He opened the door and was surprised to see Helen.

"Hey. I wanted to stop by and see how she was doing."

Bobby smiled gratefully and whispered, "Thanks. She's scared about giving the statement, but I can't stay with her..."

"I will," Helen said immediately. She walked into the living room and smiled at Lindsay who had stood up. "Hey. I came by to see how you're doing."

Lindsay forced a smile. "I'm okay."

Helen nodded. "Mind if I listen to your statement? It'll help me with the case."

Lindsay shook her head, thankful to have someone with her. There was another knock on the door and Helen saw Lindsay tense involuntarily. Bobby opened the door, revealing Mike Maguire, Scott Mills, another detective, and two stenographers. Mike smiled briefly at Bobby. "How's she doing?"

"She wants everyone to think she's okay," Bobby answered.

Mike nodded. "I'll take her statement if you want."

Bobby thought for a moment. "Yeah, that might be best, she'll be more comfortable with someone she knows. Thanks. And Helen'll be with her."

Mike nodded. "We'll take you in one of the backrooms and her in here then."

"That's fine." Bobby led the men into the living room. "Linds, Mike is going to take your statement here." Lindsay nodded nervously. "I'll be back in the bedroom if you need anything okay?"

Lindsay nodded again. "I'll be okay."

Bobby nodded and led Mills and one of the stenographers to the bedroom while Lindsay sat on the couch. Mike pulled up a chair across from her. "I just want to ask you some questions, Lindsay. I don't want to upset you. Let me know if you need a break and we'll take one, okay?"

Lindsay nodded and Mike started. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I...I was on a case. Chris Kelton was prosecuting. He didn't like me on the case, I was defending a woman whose husband had beaten her and she killed him in self defense. Chris didn't want me on the case. Bobby and I were in one of the waiting rooms..."

"Bobby?" Mike interrupted.

"Bobby Donnell, my co-counsel. Bobby left to get me a drink of water. Then Chris came in. He tried to threaten me into blowing the case on purpose. I wouldn't and when I said that, he started to attack me. He hit me and tried to strangle me. I thought he was going to hurt me or the baby. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital." Tears pooled in Lindsay's eyes but she refused to let them fall. Helen squeezed her friend's hand reassuringly.

"Lindsay, what was your relationship to Mr. Kelton prior to this incident?"

"I'd known him since law school. We dated some then, but he never hit me. Then we hooked up again about six months ago. He started getting frustrated with his job, and since I'm a defense lawyer, he'd take it out on me. He started beating me after we'd been dating about a month, and it's gotten worse. Several weeks ago he came to my office late at night. He was convinced that I was cheating on him, which I wasn't. He beat me and caused me to sprain my ankle. Bobby took me to the hospital, there should be records. Bobby and Helen both tried to get me to leave him, but I wouldn't. I was too stubborn..." Lindsay whispered the last as a single tear spilled over down her cheek.

Helen squeezed her hand. "Let's take a break," she said, looking at Mike.

Mike nodded. "We'll pick this up again in five?"

Helen nodded and left Lindsay on the couch as she got her a drink of water. She came back and sat down next to her friend. Lindsay took a drink of the water and then drew a deep breath.

"I'm okay," she said softly.

Helen nodded and rubbed her friend's back. "If you want to stop, we can do this again later."

Lindsay shook her head. "No. I need to do this now, when my memory's fresher." Helen just nodded and signaled to Mike that they were ready to continue.

In the bedroom, Bobby was answering questions from Det. Scott Mills.

"How long have you known Ms. Dole?"

"Three years."

"And what did you know of her relationship with Mr. Kelton?"

"I knew she was dating him, and that they'd known each other in law school. A couple of weeks ago, I was working late in my office and Lindsay was in the library. I heard a scuffle and when I came out, Kelton was hitting Lindsay. I threw him out of the office and took her to the hospital. Her lip was split and her ankle was sprained. I tried to get her to leave him, but she insisted that he was just stressed. Then we took on this case, an abused woman had killed her husband in self defense. Kelton was prosecuting. I knew he wouldn't be happy, but Lindsay had it assigned to her. She started sleeping at the office. Yesterday we were in the waiting room at the courthouse, waiting to close. I left to get Lindsay some water. When I came back, she was unconscious on the floor. We took her to the hospital and when she woke up, she became upset, almost hysterical. She told me that Chris Kelton had attacked her."

Scott Mills nodded. "Okay. We may need to talk to you later, but this seems to be all for now. Thank you."

Bobby nodded, shook the detective's hand, and followed him into the living room. Mike asked Lindsay a few more questions about anywhere she thought Kelton might hide. After answering everything, Lindsay looked exhausted. Mike had been there for an hour and a half. He left, promising to call the second he knew anything and advised Lindsay not to stay alone. Bobby shook Mike's hand and showed him out while Helen hugged Lindsay tightly.

Lindsay heard the door close and pulled away from Helen's embrace. She was so tired and reliving everything that had happened with Chris had drained her emotionally. Bobby sat on the other side of her and rubbed her back gently.

"I was thinking that we could just order Chinese food and watch a movie tonight, give you a chance to relax. Okay?"

Lindsay nodded distractedly. Talking to Mike had made her think of something that she felt horribly guilty about not having remembered before. She followed Bobby into the kitchen where he was digging through a drawer for the Chinese menu.

"Bobby?" Lindsay asked as she leaned against the counter behind him.

"Hm?" Bobby was sure that he had put the menu in this drawer.

"What happened to Kirsten's case?"

Bobby turned and smiled gently. "She's free, honey."

"But the closing," she asked worriedly.

"Judge Kittleson called a mistrial, prosecutorial misconduct, when she found out what happened. And since we were going to closings, double jeopardy had attached and Kirsten's free. She's at home with her kids right now."

Lindsay sighed in relief. "I can't believe I forgot about her case, I'm her lawyer! It should have been the first thing I thought of when I woke up..."

"Linds," Bobby said softly. "Your mind was right where it should have been when you woke up, with your baby."

Lindsay shook her head back and forth. "No, Bobby you told me when I was hired that a defense attorney's first priority has to lie with her clients, that I have to be ready to jump out of bed at a moment's notice to go to the jail. But I didn't even think about her case until I was telling Mike about everything..."

Bobby walked forward and cupped Lindsay's chin gently. "Honey, what I said then, I don't mean it the way it came out. Yeah, you have to be ready to go help a client. But you're pregnant Lindsay. Your first priority is right where it should be, with yourself and your baby."

"What if I can't do this," Lindsay continued as if Bobby hadn't spoken. "What if I can't be a lawyer and a mother?"

"You can," Bobby answered earnestly. "You'll be a great mother. And we'll work on balancing it. But you won't have to do everything alone, we're all here and we're willing to help you. We want to help you. And before you start thinking this, you didn't do anything wrong by Kirsten. You tried a great case, and they would have found her not guilty. I'm sure of it."

Lindsay nodded, still not sure about everything Bobby had said. She'd done a lot of thinking since she'd found out she was pregnant and she had no idea how she was going to take care of a baby and still manage to be a lawyer. The more she thought about it the scarier it was and the more alone she felt.

Bobby went back to hunting up the menu while Helen smiled and rubbed Lindsay's arm. "Thanks for letting me listen in. I'm going to head home now babe, okay?"

Lindsay turned quickly. She felt better with more people there. "Can...can..."

Hearing the fear in her voice, Bobby smiled quickly at Helen. "Why don't you stay for dinner? Unless of course you have something planned."

Helen shook her head. "Nope, no plans, I was going to order pizza or something. I can stay."

Lindsay smiled gratefully at both of them, then yawned. Helen caught Bobby's eye and motioned to the bedroom with her head. Bobby nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you lay down before dinner gets here babe?"

"I'm not tired," Lindsay objected.

Helen rolled her eyes. So she was now having to humor her friend. "I know. But the baby is..."

Lindsay spun around quickly. "And how in the hell would you know," she snapped angrily. "It's MY baby and MY body and I think that I know both of them better than anyone! Once, just once I'd like to have control over my own goddamn body! I know what I can handle, when to eat, and if I'm tired! I'm not a child!"

Helen stepped back in surprise, then her own anger rose. "Fine! I'm sorry that you scared the shit out of me when you got beaten, I'm sorry that I'm worried about you and your baby, I'm sorry that I'm afraid that I'll go home and get a call that something awful happened to you!"

Not wanting Lindsay to get upset, Bobby took Helen by the arm and led her into the living room where he spoke in a harsh whisper. "Lay off, Helen. If she doesn't want to take a nap, let her be! She doesn't need to be stressed out and yelled at."

"Well she doesn't need to be exhausted either! And what makes you think you know what's best for her?"

"I know her! You obviously don't!"

"She's my best friend," Helen yelled. "I've known her for ten years, she's closer to me than my own sister! And I'm sorry if you don't think that I'm doing a good enough job, but I'm scared to death for her and I'm not going to leave her alone!"

"Well neither am I!" Bobby yelled back. "It was my fault he did this and I'll be damned if I let him hurt her or that baby ever again!"

Both were startled out of their argument by a quiet sob. They turned to see Lindsay standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks. Helen and Bobby both hurried to her, ushering her to the couch and sitting her down, one on either side of her.

"It's okay, Linds," Helen soothed gently. "We're sorry, we didn't mean for you to get upset."

"And we didn't mean to sound like we don't think you can take care of yourself. We're worried about you and we want to make sure that you're going to be okay, that's all," Bobby added.

When that only made Lindsay cry harder, Helen drew her into her arms and held her tightly. She shot Bobby a look over Lindsay's shoulder that said very clearly, 'look what you've done now!' Bobby glared back at Helen and rubbed Lindsay's back.

"I'm sorry," Lindsay sobbed. "I don't know why I'm crying...I just heard you arguing and you both sounded so worried..."

"We are," Helen said. "We're very worried about you. And so is everyone at the office. But we know that you're going to take the best care of yourself and your baby that you can. That doesn't mean we're not going to try to help you as much as we can, but we're only doing it because we love you."

"I know," Lindsay said, trying to stop crying. "I love you, too. I'm sorry I got mad, it wasn't fair. But I need to still be in control of my life. With Chris for the last year, I haven't felt like that."

"Oh, honey," Bobby said softly. "We didn't mean to make you feel like that, we really didn't."

"I know," Lindsay sniffed. She sat up and dried her eyes. "I don't know why I'm so moody."

Helen rubbed her back gently. "It's okay, it's just taking us a little while to get used to it."

Bobby smiled gently. "How are you feeling now?"

Lindsay paused a second, thinking about it. "I'm a little hungry."

"Does the baby like Chinese, or does that not agree with you?"

"Chinese is fine," Lindsay answered. An hour later, they all sat down to their respective dinners and tried to keep the conversation on anything about what had happened to Lindsay. After cleaning up and putting the left overs in the fridge, Helen hugged Lindsay tightly.

"I have to go now, hon. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

Lindsay nodded and hugged her back. "Thank you."

"No problem, babe."

Bobby turned to Lindsay. "Why don't you pick out a movie and I'll walk Helen out."

Lindsay nodded and Bobby walked Helen to the door. They stepped outside and Helen turned to Bobby, whispering so Lindsay couldn't hear. "You're staying with her tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. And you'll keep me updated on Kelton."

"Of course." Helen paused. "Thank you for taking care of her, Bobby." She rose and kissed his cheek.

Bobby smiled. "No problem. Be careful going home, Helen. He might come after you to try to get Lindsay."

Helen nodded. "I will."

She left then and Bobby walked back into the apartment. Lindsay had chosen "Jerry Maguire" and was sitting on the couch, waiting for Bobby to join her. He sat down on the other end of the couch and pressed Play. They watched in silence for most of the movie until near then end when Bobby heard a quiet sniffling coming from the other corner. He glanced over and saw Lindsay staring at the television with tears rolling down her cheeks. Bobby smiled. "Lindsay," he said softly.

She looked over and Bobby held out one arm, offering to let her cuddle. Lindsay paused for a second before scooting across the couch and resting her head against Bobby's shoulder. His arm came around her shoulders and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He felt her breathing even out and by the end of the movie 20 minutes later, Bobby glanced down and saw that Lindsay had fallen asleep. He smiled and nudged her gently.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he whispered.

Lindsay opened her eyes slowly. "Wha-"

"You fell asleep," he said softly. "Ready for bed?"

Lindsay nodded and got to her feet. Bobby walked her to her room and turned to her. "If you need anything during the night, anything at all, I'm right in the living room, okay?"

Lindsay nodded and kissed his cheek gently. "Thank you for all of this, Bobby."

Bobby smiled. "It's no problem, I wanted to. Really."

Lindsay walked into her room and Bobby headed to the living room couch. As he laid down, he couldn't help but wonder why he'd felt nothing when Helen kissed him, but with Lindsay that innocent kiss on the cheek, one friend to another, had sent his mind spinning into orbit. He'd never felt that from any woman besides Lindsay.

While Bobby thought of happier things Lindsay lay in bed, terrified that Chris was going to find her somehow. Finally exhaustion won out and she fell into a restless sleep where she was running from Chris as fast as she could, but she could never get away.