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. (Except Matt and Colin- they're all mine baby!)
Thanks 2- I'm so glad you guy's still like this story! Um, thanks to Linnie (yeah I wanna read ur stroies that r'ent up yet! Ur storys r always great, thx so much 4 all the reviews u've sent), Monkeysw, thanks so much, I luv ur reviews too! And Imzadi... very sorry about the whole Alan Shore thing. Hmmm, I dunno what to do with him anymore. I'm gunna warn you, he's not in this chapter. I keep trying to put him in, but I'm not sure how to, since I'm not a big fan of him, but please, if you send another review, seriously give me some suggestions where to put him in so maybe I can fit him in. You probably noticed most of this is just Bobby or it's Bobby and Lindsay, but just let me know where you want Alan Shore and maybe I can find a good way to put him in this story. The whole researching thing is just to get him in on the Joey Herric case. But thanks for the reviews you've sent. Thank's everyone! If you can, send some more!
Can I have a drum role? I always liked them :)...
Lindsay marched into the jail. She wasen't too angry at Helen- she knew she needed money ever since she had stopped being voted into the position of D.A. But Bobby... why haden't he invited her to work on the case? She thought they were improving things, that they weren't hiding things from eachother anymore. If her told her about the case tonight, he wouldn't be hiding anything, so she decided she'd wait until tonight to see what he said. She waited outside for Helen, then saw her emarge with Eugine and Bobby. She walked up to them.
"Hey, Ellenor told me you guys would be down here." She smiled and so did Helen.
"Sorry Linds, but when I went in they made me turn off my phone. You ready to go?" She asked, and Lindsay nodded.
"I'll meet you at McCall's." She said, walking back to her car, and Helen walked to her's, waving Bobby and Eugine goodbye.
"Guess Ellie forgot the mention we were there for Joey Herric." Eugine said as they watched Lindsay and Helen get into their car's.
"Guess so." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsay and Helen flagged down a booth at McCalls and got 2 salads. Lindsay looked Helen up and down.
"What?" Helen finally asked. Lindsay smiled warmly.
"You wouldn't lie to me Helen, would you?" She asked sweetly, smiling, and Helen rolled her eyes.
"No, what happened?" She asked. Lindsay brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Who were you at the prizon for?" She asked, and Helen looked down.
"Lindsay..."
"C'mon Helen. You take Bobby's side over mine?" She asked, and Helen looked at her.
"It's not about taking sides, and don't assume Bobby's always behind everything. You always do that." She reminded her, and Lindsay looked her in the eye.
"But he's behind this isn't he?" She asked, and Helen looked down and twiddled her thumbs.
"Yes, but-"
'Helen, I already know." Lindsay said, and Helen looked up. "I'm just testing you." She said. "You would tell me who you were there for, wouldn't you?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Look I'll give you the initials-"
"JH." Lindsay finished, and Helen chewed a tomato.
"Ellenor told you." She said, and Lindsay nodded.
"Why can't I be on this case?" She asked, and Helen shrugged.
"Ask your husband. I'm like 3rd chair, I have no say in here whatsoever, I'm just getting paid to sit at look at the jury." She said, and Lindsay rolled her neck.
"It's because I always need to be protected- God forbid I go try a case- he wasen't the one who sat there next to William Hinks for 2 days, and he wasen't the one who sat next to a guy with a muzzle. So why is he so damn protective?" She asked, slaming her fork down. The couple across from them gave her a dirty look.
"Lindsay, listen. Bobby just wants you to be safe, and he doesn't want you to be stalked for the 5th time. C'mon, you've got Voglemen, Hinks, Hannable, and Stanley. Lindsay, when I just mention the names you cringe. How'd you like to be sitting next to a guy that kills for fun?" She said, and Lindsay looked down.
"I just want to be offered." She said quietly.
"And Bobby knows that if he offered you the case, you'd jump at it and get to rolled up in the whole thing, hell maybe you'd shoot the guy." She said, and Lindsay gave her a nasty look. "Lindsay, I'm not taking sides here, but I agree with Bobby. You're like a little kid- you need to be protected until you're ready to try cases like this again. It's murdur- suspense- publicity." She laid her knife down in triomph.
"I love that!"
"Yeah, and 17-year-old kids love to drink. You can't handle that yet again Lindsay. I've seen you snap, and I don't want to see it happen again. I'm you're best friend, he's still you're husband. We both care about you too much to let you do this." She said, and Lindsay looked at her feet, still unconvinced. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsay sat on the edge of Little Bobby's bed until she heard his breath regularly. She got up and slipped out the door, where Bobby had all of their case papers laid out on the floor in piles. Lindsay sat down cross- legged next to him as he explained what every pile ment. She nodded undarstandingly, but her brain was far from the Vatona case. Finally Bobby got up to make some coffe.
"Want some?" He asked, and she nodded, going into the kitchen.
"So, what'd you go to the prizon today for?" She said, pulling out 2 mugs, and he shrugged.
"Uh, just a new client." He said, and she nodded.
"What's the case?" She asked as he washed his hands off.
"Nothing big." He said putting the coffe filter in.
"Like how not big?" She asked, handing him the mugs. He looked at her strangely.
"Like, not big at all." He said, and she nodded.
"Really? Because Helen said it was a pretty big case. Like murdur big." She said, and she saw Bobby sort of freeze from the corner of his eye.
"Not really. What exactly did she say?" He asked, and Lindsay looked innocent.
"Nothing really. Just that it was a murdur case, and that it was pretty interesting," She said, and he bit his lip.
"Anything else?" He asked, and she shook her head. She saw him sigh of relief.
"But Ellie told me some stuff." She said, and he heard the tone in her voice and turned around. He had seen the look on her face too many times. She looked down. It wasen't exactly a mad look. It was sort of upsetting. He sat down at the table.
"Linds, Joey Herric is a mass murdurer, and as much as I know you want a murdur case, I don't wanna give you one." He said, and she bit her lip angrily.
"I'l old enough to know what I can handle." She said, and he shook his head and looked up at her with his blue eyes.
"It has NOTHING to do with age Lindsay, and you know that. What it does have to do with is the fact that you were in jail for months and you shot a man who was a threat to you. Well Joey Herric is a threat to just about everyone." He said, looking back down.
"I'm not gunna shoot the client, Bobby. Be reasonable." SHe said, putting a hand on her hip. He got up, walking into the other room.
"Well it doesn't matter, because he won't be your client." He said, looking at her firmly. She shoook her head.
"Unbelievable. You're unbelievable. Bobby, we're seperated. I don't need to be protected, or coached or anything else. You're controling, Bobby. There's another reason for our seperation. Not to mention you slept with Sara. I mean, that's besides the point-"
"Everything goes back to that, right Lindsay?! You just can't give me a damn minute of not feeling sorry for you or our son. You always have to push it in my face!" He yelled, slaming his fist against the wall.
"You should watch the attitude too. Bobby you have so much to work on, so ya know what?" She took her pocketbook from the end table and started shuffleing through it. Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Lindsay, what-" But he didn't finish. She pulled out the key he had given to her and held it up.
"You lost it all a few months ago, Bobby. And you were so close, you were so damn close, to getting it all back. Well, nice try. Actually no, good job. Becuase you fooled me, Bobby. You fooled me into thinking that you weren't that controling person anymore, that you wouldn't lie to me. Well, good job. Here's your prize." She said, and threw the key at him. It landed by his feet.
"Take Little Bobby tonight. Go ahead, I'll give you an extra night with him. Not that it'll matter to you though. You know, I cherish every damn minute I have with him now. When I'm bathing him, when I'm dressing him, when I'm feeding him. I have to now, Bobby. Becuase guess who has him when we really can spend time together?"
"Don't you ever accuse me of not loving my son. Say whatever the hell else you wanna say, but you know that's not true Lindsay." He looked at her, clenching his teeth. She headed for the door, opening it. Then she stoped, turning around, smiling at him.
"I don't really know what's true anymore Bobby. All I know is that I was so close to going back to you. I told Ellenor that I didn't feel anything towards you before- no love, no hate, no anger. But I hate you now Bobby. There's some signs of feeling. I hate you." She said, then walked out the door and left, slaming it behind her. Bobby sat down and looked around. There were pictures of their family everywhere he looked- on the tables, the walls. He wasen't giving her the case because he knew she didn't know what she could handle- she always wanted more. But it was for her own good, so that she wouldn't have nightmares of Joey Herric murduring her every night, not because he just wanted the case for himself. And he lied for her own good, not for himself or anyone else. She was his wife- he was just sheilding her from anything else possibley bad to come her way. But no matter what he did, something always happened that he just couldn't control. He looked over at Little Bobby's room, thankful he haden't waken up through the whole thing. He crept into his room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He looked so peaceful, all curled up asleep. He had hated what him and Lindsay had done to him- a 1 year-old's life should be simple, not filled with cheats and seperation, lies. All he was supposed to care about was playing in a sand box, not what was happening between his parents. Bobby knew he didn't understand any of it- only that his parent's weren't living together anymore. He wished everything could be that simple- just worry about if the kid next to you will draw a better picture. Why was it all filled with divorces, money, jobs? Why couldn't everything be about your family and who you love? Why did him and Lindsay keep comming SO close, then ruining it all? What the hell was all this about? All he wanted was his family back. Screw the job, screw the money, screw the divorce. Just get Little Bobby and Lindsay back. He was crying now, not sobbing, just small tears. When was the last time he cried? The weading, damnet the weading. Didn't that mean anything to her? The vows, the kiss, 'till death do us part'? Why were there so many questions? All he knew was that he had work tomorrow... he laughed. That was all he knew. He was still the same Bobby- he changed on the outside, but all that was going on inside the head was the cases. Herric, Vatona. That was it. There was his one track mind. That's what all the questions were about, because he didn't know anything. What was his son's teacher's name? He didn't know. Who was Lindsay's last client? He didn't know. All he knew were the facts that weren't going to get him anywhere with his family. The facts- Joey Vatona shot that cop, Joey Herric stabbed that guy. Big fricken whop. Lindsay wasen't gunna love him for the facts. Neither was his son. The only person that would love him for the facts was the client. And he didn't need anymore clients to love him. Because that was what fueled him- the love from the client. Somehow the love from Lindsay and his son haden't gotten him much of anywhere.
*I considdered that a pretty deep chapter, but the end got kind of confusing. I was just trying to get inside his head... tell me if you got what I was saying or what you thought of it. Well, chapter 9 willl be up as soon as I write it ;). Please send sum reviews, 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. (Except Matt and Colin- they're all mine baby!)
Thanks 2- I'm so glad you guy's still like this story! Um, thanks to Linnie (yeah I wanna read ur stroies that r'ent up yet! Ur storys r always great, thx so much 4 all the reviews u've sent), Monkeysw, thanks so much, I luv ur reviews too! And Imzadi... very sorry about the whole Alan Shore thing. Hmmm, I dunno what to do with him anymore. I'm gunna warn you, he's not in this chapter. I keep trying to put him in, but I'm not sure how to, since I'm not a big fan of him, but please, if you send another review, seriously give me some suggestions where to put him in so maybe I can fit him in. You probably noticed most of this is just Bobby or it's Bobby and Lindsay, but just let me know where you want Alan Shore and maybe I can find a good way to put him in this story. The whole researching thing is just to get him in on the Joey Herric case. But thanks for the reviews you've sent. Thank's everyone! If you can, send some more!
Can I have a drum role? I always liked them :)...
Lindsay marched into the jail. She wasen't too angry at Helen- she knew she needed money ever since she had stopped being voted into the position of D.A. But Bobby... why haden't he invited her to work on the case? She thought they were improving things, that they weren't hiding things from eachother anymore. If her told her about the case tonight, he wouldn't be hiding anything, so she decided she'd wait until tonight to see what he said. She waited outside for Helen, then saw her emarge with Eugine and Bobby. She walked up to them.
"Hey, Ellenor told me you guys would be down here." She smiled and so did Helen.
"Sorry Linds, but when I went in they made me turn off my phone. You ready to go?" She asked, and Lindsay nodded.
"I'll meet you at McCall's." She said, walking back to her car, and Helen walked to her's, waving Bobby and Eugine goodbye.
"Guess Ellie forgot the mention we were there for Joey Herric." Eugine said as they watched Lindsay and Helen get into their car's.
"Guess so." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsay and Helen flagged down a booth at McCalls and got 2 salads. Lindsay looked Helen up and down.
"What?" Helen finally asked. Lindsay smiled warmly.
"You wouldn't lie to me Helen, would you?" She asked sweetly, smiling, and Helen rolled her eyes.
"No, what happened?" She asked. Lindsay brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Who were you at the prizon for?" She asked, and Helen looked down.
"Lindsay..."
"C'mon Helen. You take Bobby's side over mine?" She asked, and Helen looked at her.
"It's not about taking sides, and don't assume Bobby's always behind everything. You always do that." She reminded her, and Lindsay looked her in the eye.
"But he's behind this isn't he?" She asked, and Helen looked down and twiddled her thumbs.
"Yes, but-"
'Helen, I already know." Lindsay said, and Helen looked up. "I'm just testing you." She said. "You would tell me who you were there for, wouldn't you?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Look I'll give you the initials-"
"JH." Lindsay finished, and Helen chewed a tomato.
"Ellenor told you." She said, and Lindsay nodded.
"Why can't I be on this case?" She asked, and Helen shrugged.
"Ask your husband. I'm like 3rd chair, I have no say in here whatsoever, I'm just getting paid to sit at look at the jury." She said, and Lindsay rolled her neck.
"It's because I always need to be protected- God forbid I go try a case- he wasen't the one who sat there next to William Hinks for 2 days, and he wasen't the one who sat next to a guy with a muzzle. So why is he so damn protective?" She asked, slaming her fork down. The couple across from them gave her a dirty look.
"Lindsay, listen. Bobby just wants you to be safe, and he doesn't want you to be stalked for the 5th time. C'mon, you've got Voglemen, Hinks, Hannable, and Stanley. Lindsay, when I just mention the names you cringe. How'd you like to be sitting next to a guy that kills for fun?" She said, and Lindsay looked down.
"I just want to be offered." She said quietly.
"And Bobby knows that if he offered you the case, you'd jump at it and get to rolled up in the whole thing, hell maybe you'd shoot the guy." She said, and Lindsay gave her a nasty look. "Lindsay, I'm not taking sides here, but I agree with Bobby. You're like a little kid- you need to be protected until you're ready to try cases like this again. It's murdur- suspense- publicity." She laid her knife down in triomph.
"I love that!"
"Yeah, and 17-year-old kids love to drink. You can't handle that yet again Lindsay. I've seen you snap, and I don't want to see it happen again. I'm you're best friend, he's still you're husband. We both care about you too much to let you do this." She said, and Lindsay looked at her feet, still unconvinced. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------
Lindsay sat on the edge of Little Bobby's bed until she heard his breath regularly. She got up and slipped out the door, where Bobby had all of their case papers laid out on the floor in piles. Lindsay sat down cross- legged next to him as he explained what every pile ment. She nodded undarstandingly, but her brain was far from the Vatona case. Finally Bobby got up to make some coffe.
"Want some?" He asked, and she nodded, going into the kitchen.
"So, what'd you go to the prizon today for?" She said, pulling out 2 mugs, and he shrugged.
"Uh, just a new client." He said, and she nodded.
"What's the case?" She asked as he washed his hands off.
"Nothing big." He said putting the coffe filter in.
"Like how not big?" She asked, handing him the mugs. He looked at her strangely.
"Like, not big at all." He said, and she nodded.
"Really? Because Helen said it was a pretty big case. Like murdur big." She said, and she saw Bobby sort of freeze from the corner of his eye.
"Not really. What exactly did she say?" He asked, and Lindsay looked innocent.
"Nothing really. Just that it was a murdur case, and that it was pretty interesting," She said, and he bit his lip.
"Anything else?" He asked, and she shook her head. She saw him sigh of relief.
"But Ellie told me some stuff." She said, and he heard the tone in her voice and turned around. He had seen the look on her face too many times. She looked down. It wasen't exactly a mad look. It was sort of upsetting. He sat down at the table.
"Linds, Joey Herric is a mass murdurer, and as much as I know you want a murdur case, I don't wanna give you one." He said, and she bit her lip angrily.
"I'l old enough to know what I can handle." She said, and he shook his head and looked up at her with his blue eyes.
"It has NOTHING to do with age Lindsay, and you know that. What it does have to do with is the fact that you were in jail for months and you shot a man who was a threat to you. Well Joey Herric is a threat to just about everyone." He said, looking back down.
"I'm not gunna shoot the client, Bobby. Be reasonable." SHe said, putting a hand on her hip. He got up, walking into the other room.
"Well it doesn't matter, because he won't be your client." He said, looking at her firmly. She shoook her head.
"Unbelievable. You're unbelievable. Bobby, we're seperated. I don't need to be protected, or coached or anything else. You're controling, Bobby. There's another reason for our seperation. Not to mention you slept with Sara. I mean, that's besides the point-"
"Everything goes back to that, right Lindsay?! You just can't give me a damn minute of not feeling sorry for you or our son. You always have to push it in my face!" He yelled, slaming his fist against the wall.
"You should watch the attitude too. Bobby you have so much to work on, so ya know what?" She took her pocketbook from the end table and started shuffleing through it. Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Lindsay, what-" But he didn't finish. She pulled out the key he had given to her and held it up.
"You lost it all a few months ago, Bobby. And you were so close, you were so damn close, to getting it all back. Well, nice try. Actually no, good job. Becuase you fooled me, Bobby. You fooled me into thinking that you weren't that controling person anymore, that you wouldn't lie to me. Well, good job. Here's your prize." She said, and threw the key at him. It landed by his feet.
"Take Little Bobby tonight. Go ahead, I'll give you an extra night with him. Not that it'll matter to you though. You know, I cherish every damn minute I have with him now. When I'm bathing him, when I'm dressing him, when I'm feeding him. I have to now, Bobby. Becuase guess who has him when we really can spend time together?"
"Don't you ever accuse me of not loving my son. Say whatever the hell else you wanna say, but you know that's not true Lindsay." He looked at her, clenching his teeth. She headed for the door, opening it. Then she stoped, turning around, smiling at him.
"I don't really know what's true anymore Bobby. All I know is that I was so close to going back to you. I told Ellenor that I didn't feel anything towards you before- no love, no hate, no anger. But I hate you now Bobby. There's some signs of feeling. I hate you." She said, then walked out the door and left, slaming it behind her. Bobby sat down and looked around. There were pictures of their family everywhere he looked- on the tables, the walls. He wasen't giving her the case because he knew she didn't know what she could handle- she always wanted more. But it was for her own good, so that she wouldn't have nightmares of Joey Herric murduring her every night, not because he just wanted the case for himself. And he lied for her own good, not for himself or anyone else. She was his wife- he was just sheilding her from anything else possibley bad to come her way. But no matter what he did, something always happened that he just couldn't control. He looked over at Little Bobby's room, thankful he haden't waken up through the whole thing. He crept into his room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He looked so peaceful, all curled up asleep. He had hated what him and Lindsay had done to him- a 1 year-old's life should be simple, not filled with cheats and seperation, lies. All he was supposed to care about was playing in a sand box, not what was happening between his parents. Bobby knew he didn't understand any of it- only that his parent's weren't living together anymore. He wished everything could be that simple- just worry about if the kid next to you will draw a better picture. Why was it all filled with divorces, money, jobs? Why couldn't everything be about your family and who you love? Why did him and Lindsay keep comming SO close, then ruining it all? What the hell was all this about? All he wanted was his family back. Screw the job, screw the money, screw the divorce. Just get Little Bobby and Lindsay back. He was crying now, not sobbing, just small tears. When was the last time he cried? The weading, damnet the weading. Didn't that mean anything to her? The vows, the kiss, 'till death do us part'? Why were there so many questions? All he knew was that he had work tomorrow... he laughed. That was all he knew. He was still the same Bobby- he changed on the outside, but all that was going on inside the head was the cases. Herric, Vatona. That was it. There was his one track mind. That's what all the questions were about, because he didn't know anything. What was his son's teacher's name? He didn't know. Who was Lindsay's last client? He didn't know. All he knew were the facts that weren't going to get him anywhere with his family. The facts- Joey Vatona shot that cop, Joey Herric stabbed that guy. Big fricken whop. Lindsay wasen't gunna love him for the facts. Neither was his son. The only person that would love him for the facts was the client. And he didn't need anymore clients to love him. Because that was what fueled him- the love from the client. Somehow the love from Lindsay and his son haden't gotten him much of anywhere.
*I considdered that a pretty deep chapter, but the end got kind of confusing. I was just trying to get inside his head... tell me if you got what I was saying or what you thought of it. Well, chapter 9 willl be up as soon as I write it ;). Please send sum reviews, more soon! ~Linz*