A/N: Hello everyone! It's been a while, eh? Well, let me assure you that this chapter is longer than normal. :) Also, I'd like to thank Beautiful Innocence for reading and reviewing this story loyally. I appreciate it and love you very much! And now, on to the story!
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My Memory of Her: The Result of The Envelope (Lol, anyone remember that small detail?)
It had been three weeks since Heero, Michael, Duo, Quatre, and Dorothy went to the beach. Things were falling back into routine for them all as Heero had gone back to work.
Heero was now in a special area of the department that was safer than bring at the front of the Martly case. It was still being heavily investigated, as it had been a good while since Martly escaped from prison and the murders kept increasing.
Heero was finishing up some work from the previous day that he didn't feel like staying late and finishing. It was almost time for Michael to start school and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he would be forced to be apart for him for the good part of the year.
He also had to talk to Mileshaw about a leave of absence. Putting his stuff away, he locked his office up and went over to Mileshaw's office.
Mileshaw was yelling and arguing with someone on the phone and she sounded really upset. Heero waited by the closed door. After Mileshaw slammed the phone back on her desk Heero knocked.
"What?" Mileshaw snapped. Normally Heero would give her time to cool off but this was a very important mater and could not wait. He entered.
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Seth had told Martly not to talk to him anymore due to his life being in danger, though it was a mutual decision between the two. Seth also had to make sure he was alive and could not be traced back to Martly.
He gets into his house that he recently moved into, it would be what would be best after his business was done. He was scared but sure as hell he was in the right.
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"Are you serious Yuy?" Mileshaw asks annoyed and now even more pissed and had an incredulous tone.
"Yes, it's not like me to come and piss you off and if I can't have the necessary time off, I resign," Heero says standing up to leave.
Mileshaw was so tempted to let him just walk out but knew he was the best she had ever worked with. She sighed, "Fine Yuy, do whatever it is that's so fucking important. But your leave of work is without pay."
Heero was already on his way out, he didn't care what she had to say, he had bigger and more important things to do. He knew he was best and didn't need any validation. His record spoke for itself.
He got into his new Lincoln truck insisted that he now had for it was something that Quatre was given but didn't like. Heero was not a charity case, so he bought it from him. He really offended Quatre, but Quatre understood that he had offended Heero too by giving him a brand new truck. He got the point, but all he wanted to do was help. But it's how Heero was and knew that. Though, there was no hard feelings between the two.
Heero drove down town to Dorothy's office and was relieved that there was no one around the area. He parked his truck in the front on the side walk and walked in.
George and Aaron look up to see Heero enter and they both look at each other as he approached the front desk where they were usually perched and protected from the general public.
"Mr. Yuy, Madam," George says.
"Dorothy is expecting you," Aaron finishes.
Heero nods and walks past the desk and back to where Dorothy's office was. He didn't need to be escorted nor did he want to. He knew where her office was, that was all he needed to know.
He opened the door to her office and was greeted by a glare from Dorothy. Today was just not his day, was it?
"Glad you're punctual but a shame you don't have manners," Dorothy greets.
Heero remains quiet and was now really starting to get pissed off. "So what time and where?"
Dorothy closes the folder she had opened and opens another one. "Tomorrow at the County Court House at nine o'clock," she says double-checking the paper work.
Heero nods, "How long is it going to take?"
Dorthy sighs, as she had no idea, "I don't know Yuy, this is more complicated than this type of thing normally is."
Heero listens, he was glad he told Milesaw that his leave was for an uncertain amount of time.
"I suggest that you keep in mind what I told you earlier with either Duo or Quatre," She says crossing her arms over her white blouse.
Heero nods, he just didn't know who to ask. This situation was delicate and complicated and could really end ugly. God forbid it though…
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After Heero got home, he saw Duo loafing around on his day off and watching TV in his boxers as Michael say down next to him in only some shorts. Duo was rubbing off on him.
"Hi daddy!" Michael cheers and goes to hug him.
Heero picks him up and holds him. Michael snuggles Heero, he was so glad he was back home. He liked him being home.
Heero set him back on the couch and goes to his bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes; it had really been a long day. And he was not sleeping well either.
When he came back out he saw Duo still watching Cartoon Network, "Start making dinner before it gets too late."
Duo turns around and looks at Heero incredulously. "I'm not your lover, slave, mother, or a nanny. I don't cook!" He exclaims.
"Then get out," Heero shoots back. He wasn't a couch potato or a moocher and didn't like that that was what Duo had been doing.
Duo's eyes go wide, "You would kick your own brother out?" He says shocked.
"Only if he's only taking up space," Heero retorts.
Duo was floored, "You as-" he catches himself, Michael was in the room and Heero had a knife ready to throw at him. And Heero had good aim with guns and projectiles.
"Astonish me!" Duo saves. Heero shakes his head; Duo was dead.
Michael giggles, they were too funny.
"Michael can you clean up your side of the room," Heero says. He knew Michael didn't know how and with what little he did, Heero encouraged him. It always made Michael beam and feel proud that his daddy praised and appreciated him. Heero was developing Michael's self-esteem without him knowing. Plus, he needed to talk to Duo.
Michael nodded, "Yes daddy." He didn't like cleaning his room, but he did like Heero's praise.
He walked to his and Heero's room and started collecting socks and stuff, he shared Heero's bedroom since Duo slept in Michael's room. Heero only asked him to clean up his stuff though; Heero took care of the majority of the room as well as the house.
"I need to ask you for a favor," Heero says from the kitchen walking back into the living room.
Duo mutes the TV, "Oh?" Heero never asked him for favors. But when he did, it was out of need.
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Seth sat in his new and empty house doing paper work, grading papers, and inputting grades in his laptop for his students. It was pretty much time for the summer session of summer school was to end.
Summer school was a bitch, but it got him this house and a place that was his. Yes, he would paid it with payments for a long time, but it was his. And soon he would share it with someone.
He sighed and closed the screen of the laptop and rubbed his eyes, he was so tired.
Goddamn you Martly... goddamn it all...
He slumped in his chair. He was tired physically and mentally. Most of all, he was so nervous he hadn't slept well in days.
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"Yes, just busy, you know how it can be," Dorothy says over the gold phone in her office as she crossed her legs at her knees and set her china tea cup down on a little plate.
"Oh, that's good," Relena says.
Dorothy called Relena at a time of day when she knew she would be asleep. Relena called Dorothy when she was asleep and her excuse was, 'oh I'm so sorry, I forgot about the time. I just wanted to talk to you...'
My ass. Now she will learn not to call someone half way around he world without taking the time to make sure it is a reasonable hour or have an assistant do it.
"Dorothy, I'm sorry, I have to let you go, its very late here and I have a meeting tomorrow. I have to let you go," Relena says stifling a yawn.
Dorothy grins, "Oh my, I'm sorry. I forgot about the time difference a just wanted to catch up. Bye." She hangs up before Relena can respond and grins. No one screwed around with her, and if they did, she did it better. And since Relena had a meeting, she'd make sure to catch it on her TiVo to see if she looks like shit.
"Rashid," Dorothy calls from her office door that was open as she saw him walking by with some tea. It was almost time for his and Quatre's monthly planning meeting.
The tall man pauses and steps into Dorothy's office, that was on the sixth floor, like Quatre's.
"Yes Madam?" Rashid asks.
"I don't mean to get in the way of your meeting with Quatre, but I need to make sure that what we discussed for tomorrow is still set to happen," Dorothy says.
Rashid nods, "Yes Madam Catalonia. All preparations are ready."
Dorothy nods as she sips her tea, "Good. Thank you Rashid."
Rashid nods and leaves and walks down the brilliant maroon and gold outlined thick carpet that absorbed and padded everything that pressed on it. In the mansion everyone was to wear slippers as to not scratch the marble or mess up the carpet.
Rashid was never a fan of Dorothy, and never addressed her as Winner. Quatre married her and he respected him enough to allow their marriage, but he did the best he could to appease them both.
Rashid knocked on the thick mahogany doorframe that was Quatre's entrance to his office. Dorothy's was white.
"Oh Rashid, come in," Quatre says looking up from his paper and standing up to welcome Rashid smiling.
Rashid walks in; Quatre was such a good person. He never understood how someone like him could fall in love with someone like Dorothy, but alas some parts of the universe are never meant to be understood. He learned that a long time ago.
Rashid sits down across from Quatre and they begin the monthly meeting.
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Martly was driving down the back roads with his lights off and a careful eye on the road; it was pitch black. He needed to get back to his safe house and fast, the sooner the better.
There was no sign of any trouble coming up on the dirt farm road that would take him to the city without the fear of cops. Thank God.
He looked down towards the passenger's side of the car on the floor to make sure that he didn't forget the duffel bag that he had gotten.
Normally, he wouldn't be as nervous as he was now but with what had been going on with Seth, and how they decided to stay away from each other for a while; he was more paranoid than normal.
Martly had come close to some decent answers about the death of his former lackey and nothing really on the craving that was done on his chest.
Fuck it, I'm almost home.
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It was six o'clock in the morning and Heero was stepping out of his shower. The mirrors were covered with fog from the heat of the water. His skin was slightly pink from the hot water but he wanted to be wide-awake and ready for today and any other day that would follow. Also, subconsciously, it helped him felt clean.
He opens the bathroom door a little to let the cool air from his bedroom enter and fight off the fog.
Heero looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he could really handle what he had to do.
Marie... I have done the best that I can. This is a battle I have never had to fight before, because it is not dependant on my strength but only on a small part of it. If I fail...
Heero turns around and sees Duo standing in the doorway, which of course interrupted his train of thought. How long had he been there anyway?
"You're up early," Heero says.
Duo nods, "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. You?"
"I slept fine," Heero lies. He didn't want Duo to know how nervous and scared he was. He just never was nervous or scared. That anyone knew of that is.
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Dorothy and Quatre were getting ready in their giant bathroom and had already gone over the plan for today.
George and Aaron wake up and check the email that was sent to them last night with over three pages of things that needed to be done in Dorothy's absence.
Dorothy had gone to court plenty of times, but this was different due to the big conflct of interest and she still took the case to court. Plus, she was acting about this in a funny matter so they knew not to take things lightly.
They both understood why she was doing it though. They knew more about her life than anyone else.
...
Heero walked to the living room and saw Rashid was already making coffee.
"Thank you for doing this," Heero says.
Rashid turns around and nods, "Master Quatre explained it to me. Who am I to not help in this situation."
Heero listens, the guy was too nice sometimes, but he was as close as a father as Quatre was ever going to get. He also respected him and was grateful for his help in the past and now.
Heero went back to his bedroom where Michael still slept tightly snuggled in the blankets and sleeping soundly.
Heero hated to wake him up, but it would only be for a short while.
He nudged Michael a little, "Mm..." he grumbled groggily.
"Michael, I have to do some work, Rashid is in the living room and will make you breakfast when you wake up," Heero whispers into the little boy's ear.
Michael nods sleepily, yawns, and keeps his eyes closed, snuggles up tighter and falls back asleep.
Heero kisses his forehead and closes the bedroom door as he walks outside and out of the house and into his truck, where Duo was waiting for him.
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Dorothy walked up the concrete stairs of the courthouse and Quatre followed. They emptied their pockets, Dorothy put her designer bag through the X-ray machine and walked through after showing her gold Bar Certification Card and walked through. Quatre said that he was with Dorothy and they allowed him to pass as well.
...
"All rise," the bailiff says.
Heero, Dorothy, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, Katherine, and all others in the room as well as the jury stands.
The judge walks in; it was Judge Tracy. Dorothy didn't like this already, they didn't get along.
"Misses Winner," the judge says seeing Dorothy.
"I prefer Miss or Madam Catalonia Judge," Dorothy says back smiling.
Judge Tracy narrows her eyes, "And I prefer Your Honor, Miss Catalonia."
Dorothy smiles, she won.
Heero was already not liking this tension between them. He didn't even bother to look over at the other side of the courtroom. He knew who was there.
"In the cafe of Jones versus Yuy, you may take your seats," Tracy says as she sits down.
Heero, Dorothy, Seth, and his attorney sit down ad do the other members of the court do as well.
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Michael walked out of Heero's bedroom shyly and approaches Rashid, he knew him a little, "Where's my daddy?"
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