Bobby turned and immediately dropped to the floor next to Lindsay, gathering her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest and gripped his shirt tightly as she continued to sob.

His voice was thick with worry as he asked, "Lindsay? What happened honey? Who was on the phone? Was it him?" Lindsay nodded and burrowed closer as Bobby hugged her tightly. "We have to call Mike, sweetheart. He has to know." Bobby grabbed the phone and pulled it over to them. "Linds, I need you to try to stop crying for a second, okay?" Lindsay nodded and tried to muffle her sobs as best she could though her body began to shake even more with the effort. Bobby kissed the top of her head gently and dialed Mike at home. "Mike? It's Bobby. Yeah, you need to come over to my apartment. He called. Okay. Thanks. See you then."

Bobby shifted Lindsay so he could hold her more comfortably across his lap. "Mike's on his way over honey. He's going to call Helen too, and they'll be here in a little bit. Okay?" Lindsay nodded and Bobby stood, carefully holding her to his chest. "Let's go sit in the living room." Lindsay didn't respond, she just clung to Bobby and continued to cry. He carried her into the living room and sat down on the couch with Lindsay in his lap and began to rub her back gently and stroke her hair, hoping to help her calm down a little. "Do you want to tell me what he said?" Bobby whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

Lindsay shook her head no and stayed firmly planted in Bobby's arms. Bobby continued stroking her head and began rocking back and forth slightly. "It's okay honey. Whatever he said, he can't hurt you. I won't let him hurt you again. I promise."

They were interrupted by a knocking on the door. Lindsay jumped and burrowed closer to Bobby with a whimper. Bobby hugged her tighter for a minute before tilting her chin up so she was looking him in the eye. "I think that's Mike. But in case it's not, I need you to go into the bedroom. I'll come get you if it's Mike, but if I'm not there in five minutes, or you hear anything suspicious, lock the door and call 911. Okay?"

Lindsay nodded and hurried to the bedroom. Bobby waited until he heard the door close behind her before he hurried to the front door and slid the chain lock on. "Who is it?" he called, trying to sound calm.

"Mike Maguire," the voice answered.

Bobby opened the door a crack, leaving the chain on, and saw Mike standing in the hall. He opened the door. "Thanks for coming, Mike."

"No problem. Where's Lindsay?"

"I had her hide in the bedroom, in case it wasn't you."

Mike nodded in understanding. "Why don't you go get her so we can get started? I called Helen and she should be here soon."

Bobby nodded and walked back to the bedroom to get Lindsay. He tried the door and found it locked. "Lindsay," he called softly. "It's me, honey, open the door. Mike's here."

Lindsay opened the door slowly and walked out into Bobby's arms. He held her tightly for a second. "I was afraid it was Chris," she murmured into his chest.

"I know," Bobby whispered. He kissed the top of her head gently. "Let's go talk to Mike. He said that he called Helen and she's on her way."

Lindsay nodded and linked her fingers with Bobby's as they walked into the living room. Lindsay sat on the couch and Bobby sat next to her, one hand holding hers while the other rubbed gentle circles on her back. Mike sat across from her and took out his notebook and pen.

Before they could start, there was another knock on the door. Lindsay tensed and Bobby drew her closer to him protectively. Mike stood and walked slowly to the door, his hand on his weapon. He turned the knob and opened the door just a crack to peek out. He was almost run over by Helen who barreled into the room and was by Lindsay's side in an instant. Seeing her friend, Lindsay's eyes filled with tears and she clung to Helen for a moment.

"He called," Lindsay whispered, her face still buried in Helen's shoulder. "He called and said he's going to kill me."

"Wait a second," Mike said as he sat back down. "I need you to start at the beginning, okay Lindsay?"

Lindsay nodded and faced him. Bobby rubbed her back gently and Helen held her hands, both trying to give her as much strength as they could. "We'd just finished dinner," Lindsay started. "The phone rang so I answered it. It was Chris."

"Did he identify himself?" Mike asked.

Lindsay shook her head. "No. But I know his voice, I dated him in law school and we dated for about a year with me living with him for half of that. He...he called me a fucking bitch and a whore. He said that I'd ruined him, that he'd find me, and that I'd pay. Then he said he was going to kill me." Lindsay was trying so hard not to cry, but her voice shook violently and tears ran down her cheeks and she turned into Bobby's chest. Bobby wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, trying everything he could think of to soothe her.

"Can we take a break?" he asked.

Mike nodded. He hated seeing Lindsay so upset and putting her through it again he knew must be hard on her. But he needed to know what had happened if they were going to catch Chris. And the sooner they did, the better.

Helen made Lindsay mug of warm milk and brought it to her, rubbing her back before Bobby nodded to Mike that they could start again. Lindsay wasn't crying anymore but she looked exhausted. Not that anyone blamed her. It was a lot to go through and it was 11:00 at night.

Mike picked up his notebook again. "What happened after that?"

"He hung up, I never said anything besides hello. Then we called you."

Mike nodded. "Okay. I want to put a guard on the apartment and the office. I also don't think Lindsay should go anywhere alone or be left alone."

"She won't," Bobby promised.

"Good. I also would like to put a trace on your line here and at the office, along with Lindsay's private line there. If he tries to contact her, I want to know where he's calling from. And do you have caller ID and an answering machine?" Bobby nodded. "Good. Start screening your calls. Do you want private guards?"

Lindsay remained quiet and Bobby nudged her gently. "Linds? Honey, do you want a private guard?"

Lindsay paused, then shook her head. "I don't want a big fuss made, I just want everything to be back to normal."

"Are you sure, Linds?" Helen asked. "Why don't you think about it for a day and let Mike know Monday."

Lindsay shook her head again. "I don't want a guard. If there's one following me I'll be thinking about it all the time, what if he jumps out from behind a parked car, or comes out of a store...I can't live like that."

"Okay," Helen said reluctantly.

Mike left a few minutes later and Helen hugged her friend tightly. "Do you want me to stay here tonight?"

Lindsay held on for a second longer, then shook her head. "No, no I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah."

"Is there anything you need me to get for you?"

Lindsay shook her head. "Bobby got stuff from the apartment and I don't really need anything."

"Actually," Bobby said. "If you could run by the grocery store for me tomorrow, I'd really appreciate it. I'll give you a list."

"Okay. What time do you need it by? Do you have stuff for breakfast?"

"Probably. Ellenor and Bec brought some food by today but my dad's coming over for dinner and they didn't bring anything for that."

"No problem. What did you want?"

"Uh, some steaks, potatoes, corn on the cob, one of those salads in a bag, Ranch dressing, and could you see if you can find an apple pie and vanilla ice cream?"

"Sure, that doesn't sound to hard. Lindsay, do you want anything?" Helen looked at Lindsay who was slumped against Bobby, sound asleep.

Bobby smiled and shifted so she was positioned more comfortably. "Why don't you find her favorite dessert or something? It'll be a surprise for her."

Helen nodded and smiled. "Okay. Thank you for taking such good care of her, Bobby." Helen's eyes filled with tears. "She needs someone to lean on. I'm glad it's you."

Bobby smiled, unsure of what to say. "So am I," he finally said. He stood and walked Helen to the door. "I'll pay you back for the food when you drop it by. You can come by anytime before 4:30, that's when my dad's getting here"

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Helen walked out the door, then turned back. "Keep her safe."

"I will," Bobby promised. He shut the door and walked over to Lindsay who was still asleep on the couch. He lifted her into his arms and she burrowed closer. Bobby carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed before pausing, stumped. He had no idea how he was going to get her into her pajamas. He didn't want to try to do it himself for two reasons, one being that he didn't want to hurt her and the other being that he didn't think she'd appreciate him undressing her. If she slept in her clothes though she'd be uncomfortable. The only option left was waking her up but he didn't want to do that either. As long as she was sleeping peacefully, he wanted to keep her that way for as long as possible. Finally he gave up and bent down, gently brushing the hair off of her forehead. "Wake up, Lindsay. You need to put on your pajamas now."

"No," she mumbled, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. "Sleep."

Bobby sighed and reached over, gently turning her face so she was at least looking at him. Or would be if her eyes were open. "Come on, honey. I know you're tired but the sooner you get up and put your pajamas on, the sooner I'll stop bugging you and you can go back to sleep."

"Lemme 'lone, I wanna sleep," Lindsay grumbled, turning her chin away from Bobby's hand.

Bobby rolled his eyes. Leave it to Lindsay to be stubborn even while mostly asleep. He crawled on the bed and stretched out next to her. Gently, he ran his fingers up and down her arm. She twitched slightly but remained asleep. He got a slightly evil look on his face and reached over, dancing his fingers lightly up and down her ribs.

Lindsay's eyes flew open and she sat up with a squeal. "Bobby! That's how you wake a pregnant woman up? TICKLING HER?! And what's so important that I be awake anyway?"

Bobby laughed. "I tried waking you the normal way, you refused. And you need to change into your pajamas."

Lindsay huffed out a breath and stood. She carefully unhooked the sling that her left arm had been in and managed to unbutton her shirt with one hand. She reached for her tank top and wiggled into it. It hurt to raise her left arm or move the shoulder so getting dressed took some doing. She was able to handle changing pants far easier Then she returned to bed, stretching out next to Bobby and scooting so her head was on his chest. "Will you stay here with me tonight?"

Bobby drew her closer and kissed the top of her head. "Of course I will." Bobby wasn't sure how much sleep he'd be getting with Lindsay curled up in his arms, but it would be worth it if she managed to get a full night of sleep. He'd give up sleeping all together if it would make her better. He rubbed her back gently. "You about ready to fall asleep?"

Lindsay tilted her head back and glared at him. "Well, I *was* sleeping until someone woke me up. Now I'm wide awake."

Bobby looked down at her, contrite. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lindsay paused, thinking of before, when they were recreational. Bobby would be talking about a case or something and listening to his voice rumble under her ear, she would fall asleep. She felt a little ridiculous asking but it might work. "You can tell me a story."

Bobby laughed softly. "A story? Like what kind?"

"I don't know, a happy one. Your voice soothes me."

Bobby nodded. "A happy story. Okay, here it goes. A long time ago, in a galaxy far away..." He broke off when Lindsay started giggling.

"Not Star Wars," she said.

"It wasn't Star Wars," he defended. "If you'll let me continue..." Lindsay nodded so Bobby did. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, there was a land called Bostonia. And in Bostonia lived a princess named Princess Lindsay. And Princess Lindsay was the kindest, smartest, most beautiful woman in the entire land."

"Bobby," Lindsay objected, blushing.

"Hey, you said you wanted a story...I could stop." Lindsay shook her head and Bobby kept going. "Princess Lindsay was beloved by everyone for her relentless pursuit of justice. She always fought for the rights of people who had no one else to fight for them. Her best friend was Lady Helen and her ladies in waiting were Lady Ellenor and Lady Bec. In this land, there was also a brave, dashing, handsome knight named Sir Bobby."

"How did I guess," Lindsay murmured and Bobby glared at her teasingly.

"*Anyway* Sir Bobby's other knights were Eugene the Bald and Jimmy the Grunt."

Lindsay choked on a laugh and giggled for several seconds before composing herself again. "Sorry. Keep going."

"But in Bostonia, as in all magical lands, there was an evil wizard. He was cruel and unjust and he hated Princess Lindsay because she was everything that he was not. So one day, the evil wizard decided that he was going to do away with Princess Lindsay, that way her love and beauty couldn't reach the world ever again. The thing he hated most was that Princess Lindsay gave off a magical light which lit up the entire world. It had been with her since she was born and it was the most beautiful light that anyone had ever seen and it showed the world that she was special. The evil wizard plotted how he was going to steal Princess Lindsay away from the rest of the world and snuff out her magical light. As the evil wizard was getting ready the night before, his stable hand was outside the window and heard his plan. Mike, the stable hand jumped on the horse and rode to town to find Sir Bobby and warn him of the evil wizard's plot.

"On the day that the evil wizard planned to carry out his evil act, Princess Lindsay made a wonderful announcement. She was going to have a baby. The entire land was so happy and so excited because they knew that Princess Lindsay would be the best mother in the world. Mike rode up to Sir Bobby and told him what he'd heard. Sir Bobby was furious that anyone would ever want to hurt someone as wonderful and loving as Princess Lindsay. He swore right then that he'd protect Princess Lindsay with his life..." Bobby looked down and saw that Lindsay was once again sound asleep. He smiled and kissed her forehead lightly before closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep himself. But sleep was a long time in coming. The next day Mike came by and put traces in all of the phones. Helen came by a few hours later and delivered the food for dinner that night. She'd also included nail polish remover, a couple of bottles of nail polish, and Lindsay's favorite ice cream, Ben & Jerry's Half Baked, and her favorite breakfast cereal, Golden Grahams. Lindsay did all she could to help Bobby, which wasn't much since she still couldn't use her left arm. She was nervous about meeting his father, but didn't want to let on to Bobby. She felt as if she were meeting a boyfriend's parents for the first time.

The doorbell rang at 4:15 and Lindsay looked at Bobby nervously. "It'll be fine," he assured her. "He'll love you." Like I do, he added silently.

Lindsay smiled as Bobby let his father in. Stephen Donnell looked around and smiled when he saw Lindsay. "Hello," he said walking over to her and holding out his right hand. "I'm Stephen, Bobby's father."

Lindsay felt slightly more reassured, Bobby's father seemed nice. "It's nice to meet you, Stephen. I'm Lindsay Dole."

Stephen smiled. "So you're Lindsay Dole. I've heard a lot about you." Lindsay's eyes grew big and she bit his lip nervously. Stephen continued with a smile. "My son's told me all about you and what a talented lawyer you are. He said you were pretty, but he didn't say how pretty."

Lindsay blushed. "Thank you. He also didn't mention that his father was such a good liar."

Stephen and Lindsay laughed and Bobby relaxed. Since he'd arranged their meeting, he'd been worried. What would he do if the two most important people in his life didn't get along? That didn't seem to be a problem though. Lindsay and his father were sitting on the couch, talking like they'd known each other for years. Bobby got a beer for his father and brought Lindsay a glass of water before sitting down next to them.

"And there he was, in the middle of the football field with his pants around his ankles," Stephen finished and Lindsay laughed.

Bobby groaned. "Not that story again, Dad!"

"Lindsay hadn't heard it yet," Stephen defended with a wink for Lindsay.

"She didn't need to," Bobby insisted, his face bright red.

"Sure she did," Stephen insisted teasingly. "All right, all right. I won't tell her the story of when you were seven and went through your stunt man phase."

"Oh, God," Bobby groaned.

"He did," Lindsay laughed again, delighted.

"Oh, it was awful. He'd ride his bike into bushes on purpose! He tried to jump off the roof once, like they had in some western movie. He broke his arm in three places. His mother almost killed him!" Stephen and Bobby went quiet then and Lindsay realized that they didn't talk about Bobby's mother.

She reached over and squeezed Stephen's hand gently. "I hope my children never do anything like that," she said, hoping to change to topic.

Stephen turned to her with an interested look on his face. "Do you have any children?"

Lindsay shook her head slowly. "Not yet," she answered softly.

Bobby smiled gently. "Lindsay's pregnant, Dad."

Stephen tried to mask the look of surprise. "Really. Congratulations, honey. You're in a relationship then?"

Lindsay paused, then shook her head again. "No. The father's not in the picture anymore. He doesn't even know."

Stephen made a sympathetic noise. "That's alright dear. You'll have Bobby to help you and from what he's told me, everyone at your office is very close. And do you have family nearby?"

"We're not close," Lindsay answered. "My parents are divorced and my brother left home as soon as he was 18."

"That's too bad. But you still have all of your friends. And you know what they say about friends, don't you?" Lindsay shook her head and Stephen smiled. "Friends are the family you chose for yourself."

Lindsay smiled and leaned over, kissing Stephen's cheek. "You're so sweet Stephen. Now I know where Bobby gets it from."

Stephen patted her hand gently. "You're a good girl, Lindsay."

Bobby smiled warmly at the scene. He'd hoped that this meeting would be good for Lindsay and it looked like it was. For the rest of the meal, they talked about work and Bobby and Stephen discussed the Patriots' chances. When Stephen left, several hours later, he hugged Lindsay tightly . "Take care, Lindsay. It was wonderful meeting you and I hope that I'll get to see you again soon."

Lindsay smiled and kissed his cheek. "So do I, Stephen."

Bobby and his father hugged goodbye and when he'd left, Bobby turned to Lindsay with an anxious expression. "What did you think?"

Lindsay smiled and sat down on the couch. "I think he's wonderful. Do you think he liked me?"

Bobby sat next to her and slid an arm around her shoulders with a smile. "He loved you."

Lindsay grinned, then yawned. "What do you want to do now?"

"Why don't we watch a movie? Then if we fall asleep it's not a big deal."

Lindsay thought about the idea, then came up with one of her own. "What happens next?"

Bobby gave her a strange look. "What do you mean what happens next?"

"In the story. What happens next?"

Bobby laughed. "So you want to hear more of the story."

Lindsay nodded, then stood quickly. "Wait though. I want to put on my pajamas so you don't have to tickle me awake again tonight." Bobby laughed and Lindsay was back a few minutes later, dressed in her pajamas and carrying the nail polish remover and nail polish. Bobby watched her as she sat on the floor and began removing the polish from her toenails.

"What are you doing?"

Lindsay looked up, surprised. "Every Sunday night, I paint my toenails. It kind of helps me relax and get ready for the week."

Bobby nodded and leaned back against the couch. "So, you wanted to know what Bostonia looks like."

Lindsay nodded. "You never told me last night."

"Well, it's beautiful, of course. The grass is moss green and so soft, it's like walking on a giant pillow. And there are flowers everywhere. Pinks and yellows and purples. And they give off the most beautiful delicate smell. The trees all have branches that are low enough to the ground for the kids to climb and the leaves bend like willow trees to make little hideaways. The sun shines, all the time, even when it's raining. In the winter they get light fluffy snow that never turns brown and slushy and when it melts, it just disappears. But even when it snows, it's always nice and warm." Lindsay finished painting her nails and moved up to the sofa, leaning against Bobby's chest as he continued. "The entire land is covered by a beautiful silver light that makes everything shimmer."

"The light that Princess Lindsay gives off?" Lindsay asked. "Or another one?"

"Well, there's a sun of course. But the silvery light is the one that Princess Lindsay gives off. It's what makes everything seem so much more beautiful. And..." Bobby was interrupted again, this time by the telephone. Lindsay, who'd been lulled by the story and the images floating through her head, tensed and sat up, looking at the phone in terror. Bobby glanced at the caller ID and saw Eugene's cell phone number. He smiled reassuringly at Lindsay. "It's okay, it's Eugene." He picked up the phone. "Hey Eugene. What's up?"

"Bobby, I think you better come down to the office, man."

"Why?" Bobby asked, sitting up quickly.

"I came by to get a file and the window had been smashed in. It's been totally trashed. The computer's broken, there's papers everywhere. Even your office. The couch has been slashed and the mirror and sink in your bathroom are broken too. There's some writing on the wall too...I think I'll let you see it for yourself."

"Shit," Bobby spat. He jumped up and grabbed his keys. "I'll be right there. Call everyone else. Don't worry about Lindsay, she's with me. I'll call Mike Maguire."

"Okay. I'll wait here for you."

Bobby slammed the phone down and Lindsay looked at him, frightened. "Bobby? What happened?"

He spun around, then forced himself to calm down for her sake. "Eugene said someone broke into the office. It's trashed. I'm going down there, I can call Helen..."

Lindsay was already up and stepping into a pair of flip flops that were laying on the living room floor. "I'm coming with."

"You don't have to..."

"Bobby, we both know that Chris probably did this. It's my fault. I want to see it, I need to."

"Lindsay, this isn't your fault!"

"I'm coming," Lindsay insisted. She grabbed a hooded sweatshirt and tossed it around her shoulders. Bobby saw that she wouldn't be refused and nodded. They hurried down to the car and Bobby drove to the office as quickly as he could while he called Mike who promised to meet them there. He parked in the garage across the street and he and Lindsay ran up the five flights of stairs leading to their office. Eugene met them at the end of the hall.

"I just got off the phone with Jimmy. Ellie and Bec are on their way. Did you call Mike?"

"Yeah, he's on his way over. Let's go take a look."

They walked slowly to the door and Lindsay gasped in horror. Lamps were broken, papers were strewn across the office, their computer monitor was smashed on the ground. Lindsay glanced at her desk and a sob caught in her throat. The word "whore" was splashed across the wall behind her desk and everything on her desk, picture frames, files, anything that could be destroyed had been.

Bobby turned her gently away from the sight and Lindsay wrapped her good arm around his waist, burying her face in his chest. Bobby stroked a hand up and down her back, trying to calm her.

"Is this the worst of it?" he asked Eugene.

Eugene shook his head. "Your office looks like her desk. Do you want to go see it?"

Bobby was about to nod but was interrupted by Ellenor arriving closely followed by Bec.

"Oh my God," Bec whispered in shock.

"What the hell happened?" Ellenor demanded.

"It's my fault," Lindsay whispered, turning to face her colleagues. "Chris did this to scare me. I'm so sorry. I'll pay for everything he broke, I'll fix the files. I'll fix it."

"It's not your fault," Bobby insisted. "And you don't need to pay for anything. We'll figure something out. I'm going to go check my office."

Bobby walked into his office and felt his stomach curl. The sofa had been slashed to ribbons and the books were torn apart, littering the room. The pictures were broken and laying around the room. He glanced in the bathroom and saw that the mirror and sink were broken, just as Eugene had said. The word "die" was painted across the wall behind his desk.

Bobby moved over to his desk and collapsed in his chair, looking out the window. This practice was everything to him, or at least it had been before Lindsay. He'd built it with Bec using his own money most of the time. He'd worked long hours and put everything into it. Now that it was finally starting to run in the black, after all these years it had been destroyed, at least physically. Tears of frustration and fear welled in his eyes. Not only had his office just been destroyed, but the man who'd done it was after Lindsay. As much as Bobby wanted to believe he could, he didn't know how he was going to protect Lindsay from him. If Kelton was capable of this, Bobby didn't want to think of what he'd do to Lindsay. Bobby rested his head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do next. But before he could come to any conclusions, Lindsay walked softly into the office.

"Bobby?" she asked softly. "Oh my God. I'm sorry Bobby. I'm so so sorry that I did this."

Bobby's head jerked up and he saw Lindsay standing in front of him, tears shimmering in her blue eyes. Bobby stood up. "Lindsay, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is," she insisted. "If I hadn't left him, he wouldn't have done this. I brought him into the office, into your lives. If I hadn't come to you..."

"You could be dead," Bobby yelled. Lindsay took a step back and he rounded the desk. "I don't want to ever hear you say again that this is your fault, Lindsay because it isn't! Don't you get it? I'm pissed off about the office but I'm more scared than anything. I'm scared that he's going to find a way to hurt you and that I won't be there to protect you! I'd rather have the office torn apart everyday than have you get hurt again!"

Tears fell down Bobby's face as he pulled Lindsay into his arms. She held on tightly, tears anointing his shirt as she trembled. "God, Linds. You mean more to me than a stupid office," he confessed, his voice husky. "We'll come back from this, we'll buy a new computer, it'll be okay. But you...I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you." Bobby stopped himself just short of what he'd wanted to say next. I love you. He knew that Lindsay wasn't ready to hear it yet.

Lindsay still held on, trying to give Bobby as much strength as she could. She felt slightly better but despite his words, she knew that it was her fault. She vowed then and there that she was going to fix things, no matter what it took. She'd pay for the office to be cleaned, for new appliances, for a new couch for Bobby, anything to make it like this had never happened.

Mike arrived a few minutes later. Eugene gave a statement of what he'd seen when he came in and the rest of the firm was interviewed too. The police came and, after dusting for prints and taking pictures of the whole office, they allowed the members of the firm to begin cleaning up. Everyone had to make a list of office supplies that were broken in addition to trying to salvage what they could of their personal belongings.

Despite everyone's protests, Lindsay worked harder than anyone. She cleaned up the area around her desk as best she could, then went to work on the library. Most of the books were destroyed, ripped to shreds with no hope of putting the pages back together, but Lindsay did the best she could. She threw out the books that couldn't be saved and tried to arrange the ones that could on what was left of the book shelves. Most of the shelves had been splintered into pieces and the metal ones were bent beyond repair.

Bobby worked mostly in his office, cleaning up the remains and trying not to think of all the work that had gone into them. When he finally emerged it was past 2 in the morning. The others had left around midnight, promising to return early the next morning. The office was in good enough shape to try to conduct business. Unfortunately, important documents for clients had been destroyed and would have to be gotten again, causing the lawyers to redo most of the work. When Bobby came out, he found Lindsay standing behind her desk. The desk had piles of personal mementos on it, pictures of her that had been smashed, her law degree in its broken frame, her favorite coffee mug from New York, little things that hurt because Chris knew they were important and had tried to destroy them. Lindsay herself was standing on a crate with a bucket on the file cabinet next to her and was scrubbing desperately at the word on the wall.

"Lindsay?" he asked softly.

"It won't come off," she said softly, her voice choked with tears.

"Come on, honey," Bobby said gently. He placed his hands on her hips and tried to pull her down from the crate. "You don't have to do this. It's late, let's go home and try to forget this."

"I've been scrubbing for over an hour and it's still not coming off," Lindsay's voice broke and she began crying in earnest. "I have to get it off. I never cheated on him, I didn't. I'm not a whore." Bobby gently lifted her off the crate, but she fought him, trying to climb back up. "I have to clean it up," she insisted.

"Lindsay, you're pregnant, you don't need this. You don't deserve this. You should be at home right now sound asleep, not trying to clean graffiti off a wall."

"It's not true," she exclaimed. "He thinks it is, he's the father of my child, I lived with him, I thought I loved him and this is what he thinks of me. He hates me so much because I didn't love him...I couldn't be good enough for him..."

Bobby turned her so she was facing him and spoke firmly. "Lindsay look at me. You're too good for him, he doesn't deserve someone like you. You haven't done a single thing wrong. There's no way that you could have predicted this. Come here." Bobby sat down in her office chair and pulled her into his lap. "We're going to get this all cleaned up, I promise. Everyone knows you're not what that says. Everyone."

"I just want this to be over," Lindsay whispered. "I want it to be like it was before."

"I know," Bobby murmured. "Hey, you know what?" Lindsay shook her head and Bobby smiled slightly. "Now we'll have to redo the office like you're always asking to."

Lindsay's eyes welled with tears again. "But you don't want to. You liked the office the way it was. I'll fix it, I promise. It'll look just like it did before..."

"Lindsay," Bobby said, stopping her. "If I wanted it the way it was before, we could do that. But maybe you've been right, maybe we need to upgrade a little. You want to do something to fix this? I'll put you in charge of the renovations. You can do whatever you want to it, okay?"

Lindsay looked at him, clearly unconvinced. "I want to help pay for it. Please Bobby, I won't feel right unless I do."

Bobby sighed. "Fine. You can pay for *some* of it. Okay?"

Lindsay nodded and yawned. Bobby drew her close. He felt bad keeping her there so late, but he hadn't realized how much time had passed. Lindsay looked exhausted though. She had dark circles under her eyes and could barely keep them open.

"Let's go home. It's been a long day and you need to rest."

"I'm okay," Lindsay murmured, half asleep.

Bobby laughed wryly. "I'm sure you are." He stood, helping her stand, and leading her out of the room. They were silent on the way home, both lost in their own thoughts. Bobby wrapped his arms around Lindsay's waist in the elevator, allowing her to lean against him. Once in the apartment, Lindsay took off her flip flops and started walking towards the bedroom. As she walked, Bobby realized that she wasn't having a hard time walking because of exhaustion, she was limping. He looked at the top of her flip flop and saw it was stained red and there were red spots on the ground where she'd walked. He hurried after her and caught her, lifting her into his arms.

"Bobby, what are you doing?" Lindsay exclaimed, shocked.

"You're hurt, why didn't you tell me?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your foot's bleeding and you're limping."

"Oh," Lindsay blushed slightly as Bobby deposited her on the bed. "Flip flops and broken glass don't mix. I think a piece got stuck in my shoe."

"Let me look," Bobby said, carefully taking her right foot in his hand. He turned her a bit so he could use the light and winced at the cut on her foot. "It doesn't look like it needs stitches, but it must hurt like hell."

"I didn't notice," Lindsay answered honestly.

"Come on, you need to put peroxide on it and I want to make sure there's no glass left in it." He picked her up again and Lindsay couldn't help but laugh a little. Bobby looked back at her, confused. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was just thinking that you're getting quite a work out lately, carrying me around."

"You're not heavy," Bobby insisted.

"Just wait a few months," Lindsay answered.

"You still won't be too heavy." He sat her on the toilet and put a basin under her foot. He then poured peroxide over the wound. Lindsay hissed out a breath as the liquid stung and bit her lip. Once he was satisfied that it was clean, Bobby held her foot up to the light. "I think I see a piece of glass. I'm going to try to take it out with some tweezers, okay?" Lindsay nodded and he carefully pulled a small shard out of her foot. "I'll put a bandage on it for you, but we should probably get it looked at tomorrow."

Lindsay shook her head. "I'll be fine."

Bobby nodded, reluctantly agreeing and bandaged her foot before carrying her again into the bedroom. He turned to leave, but Lindsay called after him, "Where are you going?"

"I was going to go to the couch."

"Please don't," she said softly. "With him out there, I feel better knowing you're here."

Bobby climbed in next to her and for once, despite their fears, neither of them had any trouble sleeping.