Bobby was woken up after barely four hours of sleep by the shrill ringing of a phone. He shifted so he could grab it before it woke Lindsay and answered without thinking. "'lo?" he mumbled, not being at his best in the morning.

"Why didn't you call me?" Helen demanded.

"What? When?"

"Last night, when the office was broken into. Why didn't you call?"

Bobby sighed and climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb Lindsay. "I called Mike. We did most of the clean up last night, at least what we could."

"How bad is it? The pictures aren't back from the lab yet but I read the report. It sounds awful."

"It is," Bobby agreed. "He did a number on the whole place but most of it was focused on Lindsay's desk and my office."

"You didn't leave her alone last night, did you?" Helen demanded.

"Of course not. I offered to call you and have you come over to stay with her while I went there, but she insisted on coming with me."

Helen sighed. "Where is she now?"

"Still sleeping. We didn't get to bed until almost 3 in the morning. It's now 7:09."

"How's she doing?" Helen asked.

Bobby flopped down on the couch. He was still exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep. Still, he couldn't ignore Helen's worry for her friend. "She blames herself. Last night, she kept apologizing and promising to pay for everything. She worked so hard to clean it up, no matter what anyone tried to do to stop her."

"I'll stop by this evening after work to see her."

"I'm sure she'd like that. Can you call me the second the police know anything?"

"Of course. Go back to bed, I'll talk to you later."

"K. Night Helen."

Helen laughed. "Goodnight, Bobby."

Bobby hung up the phone and walked back into the bedroom. He couldn't help but smile at the sight that presented itself. Lindsay, apparently looking for him in her sleep, had slid over in the bed so she was now on his side, clutching his pillow. Bobby slid into her side and spooned up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Lindsay sighed and relaxed against him and Bobby kissed the back of her neck gently, his hand sliding to rest over the baby, before he drifted back to sleep.

Bobby woke up again several hours later to Lindsay thrashing in the bed and crying. "Stop...no...don't hurt...STOP! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bobby sat up quickly, gathering Lindsay to him. In her sleep she fought desperately. "Lindsay, baby wake up. It's just a bad dream. No one's going to hurt you sweetheart. It's Bobby, it's okay. I'm here."

Lindsay's eyes flew open on a sob and she stared at Bobby for a second in surprise before wrapping her good arm around his neck and holding on tightly. "He killed you," she sobbed, trembling.

"What? Who? No honey, no I'm right here, I'm fine. See? I'm all right." Bobby held her until the shaking stopped and she seemed calmer. "What happened?" he asked soothingly.

"I had a dream," she said softly. She shifted so she was still in his arms, needing to be near him. "Chris came. He was so angry...he had a gun and he pointed it at you. I screamed and screamed but nothing came out. And while I was watching, he shot you."

"Oh Lindsay. I'm okay. I'm right here, I'm safe. No one's going to hurt me."

"It was so real," Lindsay whispered. "I was so scared and there was nothing I could do to save you." She curled closer. "I couldn't stand if something happened to you, Bobby. You've been so good to me and there's no one else I'd be able to trust as much as you."

Bobby stroked a hand up and down her arm to soothe her. "I'm glad you feel that way. I had an idea that I've been thinking about."

"Mm-hm?"

"I was thinking that maybe you should move in with me."

Lindsay tilted her head so she could look at him. "Bobby, in case you haven't noticed, I've been living here for the past few days."

"I know, silly. I meant after this. Like for real."

Lindsay sat up, a worried frown on her face. "Bobby, I'm grateful for everything you've done. Really, I appreciate it. And I've felt safer and happier here in the past five days than I have in over a year. But I...I can't just jump from a relationship, especially one like I had with Chris, into another intimate relationship. I need time to come to terms with all of this, I mean they haven't even caught him yet! I...I need time Bobby. I don't know where I'm going from here, what I'm going to do. I don't know when, or if, I'll be able to risk putting myself in that situation again."

"Lindsay, honey I wasn't proposing that we start a relationship right now. I know you need to deal with a lot right now. But I like having you here, I like spending time with you. It's nice to have someone to come home with, to make dinner with and talk to."

"So, we'd be like roommates?"

"Sure," Bobby smiled, hoping that she'd agree.

Lindsay paused. "Can I think about it for a few days?"

"Of course."

Lindsay smiled and slid out of bed. "I'm hungry. Do you want me to make something for you too?"

"I'll come with," Bobby said, following her into the kitchen. "How's your foot doing?"

Lindsay turned and smiled. "Someone did such a good job doctoring it that it doesn't hurt at all. What do you want to eat?"

Bobby shrugged. "I don't care. I'm going to call Eugene, see how things are going at the office."

"Do you want to go down there?"

"We're staying here," Bobby answered firmly. "I'll call, but I don't think it's good for you to be there right now. It's too stressful for you."

"Bobby I'm not a child, I know what I can handle."

"I know. But you don't always listen to what your body's telling you. How many times have you fallen asleep at the office?"

"That wasn't always because of working, Bobby."

"I know. But a lot of it was. At least until recently."

Lindsay sighed and made each of them a sandwich while Bobby called the office. He came back half an hour later and Lindsay glanced at him worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Eugene said that Mike was there already and that they're all trying to put back together what they can and get the files reorganized. Ellie's down at the courthouse asking for continuances for all of the cases and Jimmy's trying to get copies of what documents they can." Seeing Lindsay's despondent face, Bobby began rubbing her back. "Hey, I told you that we're going to come back from this and we will."

Lindsay nodded. "Have you heard from Mike yet today?"

"No he hasn't called. Helen did though. She was furious that we didn't call her last night. She said that she'll stop by this evening."

Lindsay nodded again. "I made you turkey and cheese, I hope it's okay."

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Bobby sat down and they ate in silence. While Bobby cleaned up after the meal, Lindsay showered and got dressed. Even if she couldn't go into the office, at least she felt better if she was dressed. Before putting the sling back on her arm, Lindsay stood in front of the bathroom mirror and slowly tried to raise her left arm as high as she could in front of her. She could raise it so the palm of her hand was about even with her ribs. It wasn't very far but it was the furthest she'd moved her arm in days and the furthest it could go without really hurting. She put a little neosporin on the stitches on her cheek, hoping to minimize the scar, and covered it with a band-aid. She was just walking out of the bathroom when she heard the doorbell ring. Lindsay froze for a second but she heard Bobby's greeting clearly.

"Kristian. It's great to see you again. How have you been? Of course she is, let me get her." Bobby knocked on the door and opened it. "Kristian's here to see you. I think she wants to make sure you're okay."

Lindsay nodded and walked into the living room. Kristian stood up and gasped. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Lindsay...I had no idea."

Lindsay smiled slightly. "I know. I'm okay. Congratulations on the acquittal."

Kristian smiled. "You did it, Lindsay." She glanced down when a little blond boy wrapped his arm around her leg. Kristian bent and lifted him up. "Connor, honey this is Lindsay. She's the nice lady that let me come home. Lindsay, this is my son Connor."

Lindsay couldn't help but smile at the little boy. "Hi, Connor."

"Hi," Connor said softly. "Thank you for bringing Mommy home."

Lindsay blinked back tears as she stroked a hand over Connor's soft hair. "I'm glad I could sweetie."

Kristian stepped aside, revealing two children who both looked to be about a year and a half and three, sound asleep on the sofa. "And that's Justin and Emily. I wasn't sure if I should bring them...they can be a handful when they're awake. But I wanted you to see them, to see what you gave back to me."

Lindsay smiled. This was one of the times that she was really pleased with the outcome of a case. "You deserve it Kristian. Thank you for bringing them though, they're beautiful."

Kristian smiled and held Connor closer for a moment. "They're everything. Lindsay, what happened to you...I'm so sorry."

Lindsay looked surprised. "It's not your fault."

"It was my case Lindsay. You were trying to defend me and help me when he hurt you."

Lindsay shook her head and glanced worriedly at Connor before speaking. "Kristian, none of what happened to me is your fault. He started hitting me long before I took your case. But if it hadn't been for your case, I might still be with him, walking on eggshells and afraid all the time."

"Have they caught him yet?"

Lindsay shook her head. "They're working on it though."

Kristian nodded, then smiled slightly. "Are you and Bobby..."

Lindsay's jaw almost dropped. "No! I mean, we're friends, that's all. He's letting me stay here to be nice. We're just friends."

Kristian nodded knowingly. "Well, good luck with everything. Thank you again."

Lindsay looked at the children sleeping on Bobby's couch. "I'm glad it worked out," she said earnestly. Kristian left and Bobby came back into the room to find Lindsay sitting on the couch, staring off into space.

"Hey," he said softly. "How did it go?"

Lindsay turned. "Great, actually. I'm so glad I could help her, Bobby. Even if it was only a little and the end wasn't really my doing..."

"You did a ton," Bobby insisted. "You worked your butt off every night for her and look, she's back with her kids, where she belongs."

Lindsay nodded and smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"No problem. What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

Lindsay shrugged. "I dunno. I'm getting kind of tired of being inside all the time. Not that I don't like your apartment," Lindsay quickly covered. "I just want to go out...even if it's just for a little while."

"Are you sure you're ready?" Bobby asked worriedly as he took her hand gently.

Lindsay nodded. "I can't live my life looking over my shoulder. It's not me."

"I know it's not," Bobby said. "Okay, we'll go out tonight. Where do you want to go?"

Lindsay thought for a minute. "Why don't we go to dinner and a movie? My treat."

"Dinner and a movie sounds great," Bobby agreed, thinking that it also sounded like a date. "But you don't have to treat."

"You've done so much for me though. You're letting me stay here, you're feeding me, taking care of me, putting your life on hold to help me straighten out mine...I know it's not much, but I'd feel so much better if I could at least pay for tonight."

Bobby smiled. "Okay, you can pay. Does that mean that I can chose where we eat and what we see?"

Lindsay laughed and shook her head. "You can choose where we eat since I'm not terribly picky at the moment. The baby seems to want whatever I can give it. But I'm choosing the movie. I don't want to watch people get blown up for two hours."

Bobby sighed. "No chick flicks though, please?"

"Fine, no chick flicks. How about 'As Good As It Gets'? It's gotten really good reviews."

Bobby nodded. "Sounds good to me. Just let me grab my coat."

They went to McCall's for dinner, then sat in the back row of the movie theater since it had love seats. Lindsay rested her head on Bobby's shoulder and felt herself slowly begin to relax. It had felt good to be out in public again, to have dinner and go to a movie and not fear that any little mistake she might make would result in harsh punishment later.

Bobby felt her slowly unwind and sink into him, he could almost feel the tension leaving her body as she laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, glad that she was finally able to take care of herself. Bobby shifted so his arm was around her shoulders and he felt her lean against him and watched her reach over for a handful of popcorn from the bucket that was resting on his lap. When the movie ended, it was nearly midnight. They drove home and crawled into bed, it now being natural for them to sleep together, even if all they did was sleep. As Lindsay cuddled up to him again, Bobby smiled down. "Do you want to hear more of the story?"

Lindsay nodded. "I'm too awake still from the movie to fall asleep."

"What do you want to hear?"

Lindsay thought for a second. "What happened after Sir Bobby found out that the evil wizard was going to hurt Princess Lindsay?"

"Well, Sir Bobby wanted to protect Princess Lindsay and her baby, so he told Princess Lindsay about the evil wizard's plan and they decided that Princess Lindsay should stay with Sir Bobby so he could make sure that she was safe all the time. And Eugene the Bald and Jimmy the Grunt and Mike were going to help protect Princess Lindsay. The evil wizard tried everything he could to get to Princess Lindsay, he went to the palace, he went to the stables where her horses were kept, he even went to Lady Helen's house, but he couldn't find Princess Lindsay anywhere. As Sir Bobby was taking care of Princess Lindsay, he realized just how wonderful she really was. He was so proud of her for being so strong. With everything that was going on, and even knowing of the evil wizard's plot, she still wanted to help people. Sir Bobby was so excited that she was going to have a baby because then there would be another beautiful, kind, smart, caring person in the world, just like her. And the more time he spent with her, the more Sir Bobby realized that he was in love with Princess Lindsay."

Bobby looked down in shock. He hadn't meant to add in that last sentence, he knew Lindsay was nowhere near ready to hear that he loved her. Thankfully, Lindsay was sound asleep, her head pillowed on his chest. He kissed her head lightly. "Sleep tight."

Over the next few days, Bobby and Lindsay both began feeling safer. Chris hadn't been caught, but he also hadn't made any more moves. There had been no phone calls and nothing at the office. Lindsay was hoping that he'd left town and wouldn't come back. She began finding things in catalogues that she wanted to do to the office and planning the renovations. Bobby was insistent that neither of them go into work for the rest of the week, which was driving Lindsay a little nuts. She was used to being busy all the time. Everyday she worked her arm and by Tuesday could raise it shoulder high.

Wednesday night they ordered pizza. Lindsay was getting out of the bath when she heard the doorbell ring and she quickly got dressed in her pajamas.

Bobby opened the door to reveal the pizza guy staring at the floor with a cap over his head. Bobby let the pizza guy in. "Just a second," he said absently. "I forgot to grab my wallet."

Bobby grabbed his wallet from the table and turned to see the barrel of a gun and behind it, the cold furious eyes of Chris Kelton. The cap was thrown on the floor and Bobby felt his heart clench with fear. Lindsay was in the bedroom, she had no idea what was going on.

"Where is she?" Chris demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Where the FUCK is Lindsay?"

"You're not going to take her. There's a guard, he'll be here any second, you won't get five feet with her."

"Then I'll just have to kill her," Chris sneered, the gun never moving from being pointed at Bobby's head. "You too. You thought you could just come in and steal my girlfriend. Mr. Big-shot-never-loses-a-case Donnell can have whatever he wants, is that what you thought? Well you're wrong. Lindsay is mine."

Bobby drew a shaky breath. "She's not yours, she's not anyone's."

"We'll see about that."

As Chris cocked the gun, Lindsay walked out of the bedroom and saw the scene in front of her. "NO!" she screamed and without pausing to think, she leapt across the living room and dove, tackling Chris as a gunshot reverberated through the apartment and Bobby fell to the ground.