Memories
Summary- Bobby's new firm isn't doing too well, so he asks to go back part time at the old Practice.
Disclaimer- Why would D.E.K actually sue me? I'm not copying him or anything (*nervous laughter*)... ah why should I question the briliance of those people who deal with "The Practice?" I may as well just say it- I do not own any of the characters on "The Practice" or any of the item's and other thing's I mention.
Thx 2- Monkeysw, Linnie, and Imzadi, thank you so much, the reviews mean a lot! (P.S to Monkeysw- I h8 Alan Shore too, and if at all possible, I'll have Bobby kick his ass so hard he'll go flying. ;) N to Imzadi- I'm not really sure who Lindsey and Serena Southerlyn are, but maybe I'll find out. And Bobby Jr. would be one and a half now, sorry if I made a typo. Also, I won't be mean to Alan, I'm sorry, but I really hate him. I might not make him be a favorite to Bobby, but I won't be mean- I'll just portray him as a regular character.) Thanks so much ever1 for reviews, it's so great to get feedback!
Bobby walked into the restaurant where him, Lindsay and Little Bobby were having dinner. It was a cute fast food place, nothing more, nothing less. He wasen't planning to talk Little Bobby to a fancy resturant on any day anyway- the boy was only 1 1\2. So this was nice. Little Bobby talked a lot, mostly saying aimless things, but he was adorable to watch. Bobby held Little Bobby's hand tight as they passed the crowds of people.
"Hey Daddy, look at that guy'ses head. He gots no hair, like Euginie." Little Bobby said, and Bobby laughed quietly.
"And looks at that lady's hat. It has a purple feather!" Little Bobby squealed happly, and Bobby laughed as he had before, and picked Little Bobby up. Soon he flaged down Lindsay, and they were able to get a table after about 15 minutes. Little Bobby got his crayon's and started drawing, and Bobby and Lindsay were able to discuss their case.
"Drug charges, rape charges, once searved 2 years for armed robbery. I don't want to even considder putting him up there." Lindsay said, and Bobby agreed.
"There's no plan B's, they caught the guy with the stuff. Plus, he'd been on mariguana, cocane, pot..." Bobby said, and Lindsay nodded breafly.
"Bobby? Let's maybe lay off all this for the family diner." Lindsay said, and Bobby got a little pissed. Lindsay was the one who had started the conversation.
"Linds? Um, you started this whole conversation." He reminded her. She looked at him sharply.
"I know Bobby, but we can talk about this after dinner. I haven't seen Little Bobby in two day's, I wanna talk to him." She said stearnly, and Bobby turned away.
"Fine." He mummered.
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The whole rest of the night Little Bobby was drilled with stupid questions, like 'how did you do playing baseball on Monday?' or 'who's your BEST friend at school?', but Little Bobby didn't seem to notice, and he broadened on every question. When they got home after a long diner, they finally got LIttle Bobby to sleep around 11:30.
"Linds... what was with that in the restaurant?" Bobby asked her, comming from Little Bobby's room and shutting the door softly.
"What?" Lindsay asked, pretending to be clueless. Bobby frowned.
"Geese Linds, I'm not a dumb ass." He said, and Lindsay turned.
"Bobby, don't call me a dumb ass for trying to protect our son." She said sheepshily.
"Lindsay, I never called you a dumb ass. I-... trying to protect him? From what?" He asked, confused. Lindsay went fishing through her pocket book and pulled out a folded up piece of paper on it with stick figures.
"Bobby, the other day in day care, they asked the kids what they wanted to be when they grew up. Most of them said 'a firefighter' or 'police' or 'a rescue hero'. Bobby, our son told the teacher he wanted to be a lawyer. And when she asked him why, he replied 'my mom and dad do that, and they get anyone off who they wanna.' I mean, maybe his words weren't perfect like that, but that's basically what he said." Bobby looked down.
"He didn't say a baseball player?" Bobby said, and Lindsay shook her head.
"Does he even know what 'getting off'' means?" Bobby asked.
"I hope not Bobby, but who the hell knows what he knows by now? But if he doesn't really know, I don't want him too. Look at that picture Bobby." She said, getting up to point. "There's you, there's me. There's the guy in jail. There's the guy opening the jail, and there's the guy leaving." She showed him, and he put the picture down.
"The kid will know the word rape at 3." He said, horrified. Lindsay got up to comfort him.
"Not if we protect him." She said, and Bobby nodded.
"Okay." He said firmly. "'I'll work on that." He sat down. Lindsay turned around.
"Did you just say you'd work on that?" She asked, smiling. He nodded, confused.
"It's for Little Bobby. I wanna keep him a good kid." He said simply. Lindsay just stood there.
"Bobby, sit down." She motioned, and he sat. "You've changed for him. You're changing either for him, or for me. Bobby, I don't know which one, but it's good. And if were up to me I would have saved that sex for right now." She said, and he laughed quietly.
"We can again..." He said, smiling, and they laughed.
"Come on, we've got work to do." She said pulling out the case folder, and Bobby groaned and got up.
"Coffe?" He asked.
"We'll need it." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
"So you wanna call the brother?" He asked, and she nodded.
"He drove the getaway car." She reminded him.
"Yeah, but he never go into the getaway car. The guy left before Rick could hop in." Bobby said, and Lindsay pulled her hair in frustation.
"Geese, it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and we've come up with one witness and an opening." She mumered, and Bobby got up to give her her coffe.
"It's progress." He reminded her, and she nodded reluctantly.
"You wanna take a break?" He asked, and she nodded. He put on the t.v.
"You still watch Letterman?" He asked, and she smiled.
"Sometimes." She answered.
"We used to watch it a lot." He said, sitting down, and she sat down too, smiling.
"It was the only show you were home for." She said seriouslly. Bobby looked over at her, then looked away.
"I don't really work that much anymore. Maybe it's because it destroyed my family..." He said, trailing off. Lindsay put her arm around him.
"Bobby... listen. We were good together, great even. But just because it didn't work... you had an affiar, you were a workaholic. And we both know that. But that's all you concentrate on. Like I was perfect. Bobby, I was NEVER perfect. I didn't work as much as you, but you certinly didn't work that many more hours than me. I should've been home more too. And I never tried to fix the marrage. I tried to divorce you, I dind't even considder that maybe she came on to you."
"Lindsay, that didn't happen-"
"I know Bobby. But I didn't even considder it. You and me both- we're both trying to put all the blame on you. And I didn't notice until now, that it was me too Bobby. It was both of us. And I know now how you feel now, becuase I'm feeling it too. Guilty, you regret it, you wish you could fix everything... for Little Bobby..." and then a tear ran down her face, and Bobby embraced her.
"Shhhhh. It's okay. Shhhhhhh." He comforted her, but then felt his own tears. Because she was right. Because Lindsay Dole was always right. After a few minutes she got up.
"I better get going." She said quietly, but he shook his head.
"No. I'm not letting you go home tonight." He said, and she hugged him again. She haden't wanted to leave, but she had to be polite. Polite, she thought. No one has to be polite to their own husband. But unless they fixed things, he would just be another person she had to be polite to. Just someone on the street. And he wasen't gunna be one of those people. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
That next day Lindsay awoke bouncing. She looked up to see Little Bobby jumping on the bed, and then looked around, remembering what happened last night. There were case papers all over the floor, and Lindsay and Bobby had never even changed into their pajamas, and instead had ended up puting foward the whole night and working on the case.Lindsay rolled over and looked at the clock. It said 8:30. She groaned.
"Bobbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyy..." She said, and Little Bobby sat down on the bed.
"Mommy, you're here!" The little boy said excited, and slipped right in the middle of Bobby and Lindsay. Bobby groaned too and turned around.
"Ohhh, hey Linds." He said, remembering last night. "Hey Bud." He said to Little Bobby. The boy smiled.
"Daddyyyy, Mommy's right there! She's here! Now!" Little Bobby reminded his father. Bobby laid his head back down.
"Yeah, I know." He said to Little Bobby tiredly.
"Can we go OUT for breakfast?" Little Bobby asked, but both of them shook their heads, groaning.
"Not today Baby." Lindsay said, closing her eyes. Bobby backed her up.
"Yeah, not today." He repeated simply, then closed his eyes and was back asleep immediatly. Lindsay stroked Little Bobby's hair.
"Go back to sleep Sweety." She said, and he cuddled up and fell asleep again. Lindsay yawned and started to doze off too, but just as she was falling asleep, she heard beeping in the other room. Fearing it was the smoke alarm, she got up and walked into the kitchen, pick up Bobby's beeping pager. She yawned again. It was Eugine.
"BOBBY!" She yelled, and a few seconds later Bobby staggered into the kitchen. He looked up.
"Eugine." She said, handing him the pager and going back into the bedroom. Bobby called Eugine's cell.
"Bobby?" Eugine answered.
"What, it's 8:30?" Bobby said, a little anoyed.
"You're guy, Joseph Vatona?" He said, and Bobby cranked his neck.
"Yup?" He asked.
"He's down here now. Ya know he's out on bail? He just shot a cop. Luckely the guy'll probably stay alive, but they just arrested him." Eugine said, and Bobby's neck stoped and his eyes widened.
"Shit. Okay, I'll be right down. Where are you now?" He asked.
"BPD." Eugine said, and Bobby hung up. He ran back in the bedroom, but realized he stil had his clothes on from yesterday, and ran to the bathroom. Lindsay turned over.
"Bobby?!" She whispered-yelled, and he turned from the little bathroom and walked out with his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth.
"What happened with Eugine?" She asked, and he put out his finger, running into the bathroom. He finished brushing his teeth and went back into the bedroom to talk to Lindsay.
"Joey Vatona? Shot a cop, Eugine's down at the Boston Dept.." Bobby explained, slipping on his shoes and running out to grab his coat. Then, just before he was leaving, he stopped dead inhis tracks and walked back into the bedroom.
"Don't you have to go?" Lindsay asked him, and he nodded, smiling, and went over to Lindsay and kissed her. When they pulled away she smiled.
"I'm gunna make myself better. There's a step, taking the time to giving you a kiss goodbye." He said, walking over and kissing Little Bobby's head. "And my son." He smiled.
"It sure is, but don't be modest." She said sarcastically, laughing, and Bobby smiled and laughed.
"I'm just kidding. I'll see you later." She said.
"I'll be back soon, just watch him for a little." He said, and she reassured him.
"Bobby, relax. He's my son too." He smiled and so did she.
"Yeah. Well, thanks." He said, and started to leave.
"Bobby?" She yelled, and he spun around.
"I love you." She said, smiling. He smiled also.
"I love you too."
Okay, end of part 4. I know it was longer than the other parts, sorry about that. Ummm, I'll update again as soon as I can, thanks again for the reviews, please send some more! I hope you like the story, more soon! *Linz*
Summary- Bobby's new firm isn't doing too well, so he asks to go back part time at the old Practice.
Disclaimer- Why would D.E.K actually sue me? I'm not copying him or anything (*nervous laughter*)... ah why should I question the briliance of those people who deal with "The Practice?" I may as well just say it- I do not own any of the characters on "The Practice" or any of the item's and other thing's I mention.
Thx 2- Monkeysw, Linnie, and Imzadi, thank you so much, the reviews mean a lot! (P.S to Monkeysw- I h8 Alan Shore too, and if at all possible, I'll have Bobby kick his ass so hard he'll go flying. ;) N to Imzadi- I'm not really sure who Lindsey and Serena Southerlyn are, but maybe I'll find out. And Bobby Jr. would be one and a half now, sorry if I made a typo. Also, I won't be mean to Alan, I'm sorry, but I really hate him. I might not make him be a favorite to Bobby, but I won't be mean- I'll just portray him as a regular character.) Thanks so much ever1 for reviews, it's so great to get feedback!
Bobby walked into the restaurant where him, Lindsay and Little Bobby were having dinner. It was a cute fast food place, nothing more, nothing less. He wasen't planning to talk Little Bobby to a fancy resturant on any day anyway- the boy was only 1 1\2. So this was nice. Little Bobby talked a lot, mostly saying aimless things, but he was adorable to watch. Bobby held Little Bobby's hand tight as they passed the crowds of people.
"Hey Daddy, look at that guy'ses head. He gots no hair, like Euginie." Little Bobby said, and Bobby laughed quietly.
"And looks at that lady's hat. It has a purple feather!" Little Bobby squealed happly, and Bobby laughed as he had before, and picked Little Bobby up. Soon he flaged down Lindsay, and they were able to get a table after about 15 minutes. Little Bobby got his crayon's and started drawing, and Bobby and Lindsay were able to discuss their case.
"Drug charges, rape charges, once searved 2 years for armed robbery. I don't want to even considder putting him up there." Lindsay said, and Bobby agreed.
"There's no plan B's, they caught the guy with the stuff. Plus, he'd been on mariguana, cocane, pot..." Bobby said, and Lindsay nodded breafly.
"Bobby? Let's maybe lay off all this for the family diner." Lindsay said, and Bobby got a little pissed. Lindsay was the one who had started the conversation.
"Linds? Um, you started this whole conversation." He reminded her. She looked at him sharply.
"I know Bobby, but we can talk about this after dinner. I haven't seen Little Bobby in two day's, I wanna talk to him." She said stearnly, and Bobby turned away.
"Fine." He mummered.
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The whole rest of the night Little Bobby was drilled with stupid questions, like 'how did you do playing baseball on Monday?' or 'who's your BEST friend at school?', but Little Bobby didn't seem to notice, and he broadened on every question. When they got home after a long diner, they finally got LIttle Bobby to sleep around 11:30.
"Linds... what was with that in the restaurant?" Bobby asked her, comming from Little Bobby's room and shutting the door softly.
"What?" Lindsay asked, pretending to be clueless. Bobby frowned.
"Geese Linds, I'm not a dumb ass." He said, and Lindsay turned.
"Bobby, don't call me a dumb ass for trying to protect our son." She said sheepshily.
"Lindsay, I never called you a dumb ass. I-... trying to protect him? From what?" He asked, confused. Lindsay went fishing through her pocket book and pulled out a folded up piece of paper on it with stick figures.
"Bobby, the other day in day care, they asked the kids what they wanted to be when they grew up. Most of them said 'a firefighter' or 'police' or 'a rescue hero'. Bobby, our son told the teacher he wanted to be a lawyer. And when she asked him why, he replied 'my mom and dad do that, and they get anyone off who they wanna.' I mean, maybe his words weren't perfect like that, but that's basically what he said." Bobby looked down.
"He didn't say a baseball player?" Bobby said, and Lindsay shook her head.
"Does he even know what 'getting off'' means?" Bobby asked.
"I hope not Bobby, but who the hell knows what he knows by now? But if he doesn't really know, I don't want him too. Look at that picture Bobby." She said, getting up to point. "There's you, there's me. There's the guy in jail. There's the guy opening the jail, and there's the guy leaving." She showed him, and he put the picture down.
"The kid will know the word rape at 3." He said, horrified. Lindsay got up to comfort him.
"Not if we protect him." She said, and Bobby nodded.
"Okay." He said firmly. "'I'll work on that." He sat down. Lindsay turned around.
"Did you just say you'd work on that?" She asked, smiling. He nodded, confused.
"It's for Little Bobby. I wanna keep him a good kid." He said simply. Lindsay just stood there.
"Bobby, sit down." She motioned, and he sat. "You've changed for him. You're changing either for him, or for me. Bobby, I don't know which one, but it's good. And if were up to me I would have saved that sex for right now." She said, and he laughed quietly.
"We can again..." He said, smiling, and they laughed.
"Come on, we've got work to do." She said pulling out the case folder, and Bobby groaned and got up.
"Coffe?" He asked.
"We'll need it." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
"So you wanna call the brother?" He asked, and she nodded.
"He drove the getaway car." She reminded him.
"Yeah, but he never go into the getaway car. The guy left before Rick could hop in." Bobby said, and Lindsay pulled her hair in frustation.
"Geese, it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and we've come up with one witness and an opening." She mumered, and Bobby got up to give her her coffe.
"It's progress." He reminded her, and she nodded reluctantly.
"You wanna take a break?" He asked, and she nodded. He put on the t.v.
"You still watch Letterman?" He asked, and she smiled.
"Sometimes." She answered.
"We used to watch it a lot." He said, sitting down, and she sat down too, smiling.
"It was the only show you were home for." She said seriouslly. Bobby looked over at her, then looked away.
"I don't really work that much anymore. Maybe it's because it destroyed my family..." He said, trailing off. Lindsay put her arm around him.
"Bobby... listen. We were good together, great even. But just because it didn't work... you had an affiar, you were a workaholic. And we both know that. But that's all you concentrate on. Like I was perfect. Bobby, I was NEVER perfect. I didn't work as much as you, but you certinly didn't work that many more hours than me. I should've been home more too. And I never tried to fix the marrage. I tried to divorce you, I dind't even considder that maybe she came on to you."
"Lindsay, that didn't happen-"
"I know Bobby. But I didn't even considder it. You and me both- we're both trying to put all the blame on you. And I didn't notice until now, that it was me too Bobby. It was both of us. And I know now how you feel now, becuase I'm feeling it too. Guilty, you regret it, you wish you could fix everything... for Little Bobby..." and then a tear ran down her face, and Bobby embraced her.
"Shhhhh. It's okay. Shhhhhhh." He comforted her, but then felt his own tears. Because she was right. Because Lindsay Dole was always right. After a few minutes she got up.
"I better get going." She said quietly, but he shook his head.
"No. I'm not letting you go home tonight." He said, and she hugged him again. She haden't wanted to leave, but she had to be polite. Polite, she thought. No one has to be polite to their own husband. But unless they fixed things, he would just be another person she had to be polite to. Just someone on the street. And he wasen't gunna be one of those people. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
That next day Lindsay awoke bouncing. She looked up to see Little Bobby jumping on the bed, and then looked around, remembering what happened last night. There were case papers all over the floor, and Lindsay and Bobby had never even changed into their pajamas, and instead had ended up puting foward the whole night and working on the case.Lindsay rolled over and looked at the clock. It said 8:30. She groaned.
"Bobbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyy..." She said, and Little Bobby sat down on the bed.
"Mommy, you're here!" The little boy said excited, and slipped right in the middle of Bobby and Lindsay. Bobby groaned too and turned around.
"Ohhh, hey Linds." He said, remembering last night. "Hey Bud." He said to Little Bobby. The boy smiled.
"Daddyyyy, Mommy's right there! She's here! Now!" Little Bobby reminded his father. Bobby laid his head back down.
"Yeah, I know." He said to Little Bobby tiredly.
"Can we go OUT for breakfast?" Little Bobby asked, but both of them shook their heads, groaning.
"Not today Baby." Lindsay said, closing her eyes. Bobby backed her up.
"Yeah, not today." He repeated simply, then closed his eyes and was back asleep immediatly. Lindsay stroked Little Bobby's hair.
"Go back to sleep Sweety." She said, and he cuddled up and fell asleep again. Lindsay yawned and started to doze off too, but just as she was falling asleep, she heard beeping in the other room. Fearing it was the smoke alarm, she got up and walked into the kitchen, pick up Bobby's beeping pager. She yawned again. It was Eugine.
"BOBBY!" She yelled, and a few seconds later Bobby staggered into the kitchen. He looked up.
"Eugine." She said, handing him the pager and going back into the bedroom. Bobby called Eugine's cell.
"Bobby?" Eugine answered.
"What, it's 8:30?" Bobby said, a little anoyed.
"You're guy, Joseph Vatona?" He said, and Bobby cranked his neck.
"Yup?" He asked.
"He's down here now. Ya know he's out on bail? He just shot a cop. Luckely the guy'll probably stay alive, but they just arrested him." Eugine said, and Bobby's neck stoped and his eyes widened.
"Shit. Okay, I'll be right down. Where are you now?" He asked.
"BPD." Eugine said, and Bobby hung up. He ran back in the bedroom, but realized he stil had his clothes on from yesterday, and ran to the bathroom. Lindsay turned over.
"Bobby?!" She whispered-yelled, and he turned from the little bathroom and walked out with his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth.
"What happened with Eugine?" She asked, and he put out his finger, running into the bathroom. He finished brushing his teeth and went back into the bedroom to talk to Lindsay.
"Joey Vatona? Shot a cop, Eugine's down at the Boston Dept.." Bobby explained, slipping on his shoes and running out to grab his coat. Then, just before he was leaving, he stopped dead inhis tracks and walked back into the bedroom.
"Don't you have to go?" Lindsay asked him, and he nodded, smiling, and went over to Lindsay and kissed her. When they pulled away she smiled.
"I'm gunna make myself better. There's a step, taking the time to giving you a kiss goodbye." He said, walking over and kissing Little Bobby's head. "And my son." He smiled.
"It sure is, but don't be modest." She said sarcastically, laughing, and Bobby smiled and laughed.
"I'm just kidding. I'll see you later." She said.
"I'll be back soon, just watch him for a little." He said, and she reassured him.
"Bobby, relax. He's my son too." He smiled and so did she.
"Yeah. Well, thanks." He said, and started to leave.
"Bobby?" She yelled, and he spun around.
"I love you." She said, smiling. He smiled also.
"I love you too."
Okay, end of part 4. I know it was longer than the other parts, sorry about that. Ummm, I'll update again as soon as I can, thanks again for the reviews, please send some more! I hope you like the story, more soon! *Linz*