Hey, here's chapter 2 sorry for the wait I got writer's block. It's a bit short but I wanted to get it up. I don't own Dr. Quinn or characters I only the plot. Anyway, please read and review and tell me how it is reviews keep me updating and if you don't mind could you review my ER story Love Me Tender or my crossover A Club of Redheads and tell me how they are? I would greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy ch.2 Thanks. ~Serria Spell23.

Ch.2-Apprehensions

Returning to my father's office, closing his door. I started to pace in front of his desk, the irritation I'd bottled up while conversing with my client spilling out for my Dad to see. "Mike, what's wrong didn't your first meeting go well?"

"Yes, it went fine," I replied, "he's just so traumatized by the incident that he is experiencing selective memory loss. However, I don't know, Daddy he seems like the 'perfect gentleman' my instincts are saying that he's innocent—then again there's zero evidence—it's his word against whoever accused him of the crime. Why did you give me this case?"

My father smiled, rising to his feet, hugging me. "I gave it to you because you love a challenge trust your instincts, dear."

I nodded as I began to exit the office and walk toward my own. Once I had situated myself at my desk, I opened the man's file, scanning for any details I might have missed. Marjorie strode in and casually glanced over my shoulder, her eyes widening slightly in shock.

"This is the case Father assigned you?" Her gaze fell the picture of my client, a smirk on her face. "Well, you certainty have all the luck, don't you? You're telling me you honestly did not realize how attractive he is? Michaela!" Marjorie teased, holding it up for me to look at I shrugged coolly.

"No. I had more dire concerns on my mind, sis like clearing his name possibly."

My sister chuckled, laying the photo back on my desk. "Right…so any leads that to say has he opened up yet?"

I've only spoken to him once, Marjorie…he is not an open book quite the contrary actually," I countered, rolling my eyes, "as I told Dad a few minutes ago my client is scarred from what happened and either cannot or will not inform me of the gorier details of the double murder. Relax these things take time…when did you become so impatient?"

She smirked. "I'm just looking out for you and maybe I am a bit jealous of your relationship with Father…he seems to trust you more with— how should I put this—the 'ground-breaking' cases. You and him share a bond that I don't think the rest of us will ever understand."

I nodded, embracing her quickly. "I know and thank you, sis can you let him know I went home to work?"

"Yeah, sure."

When I arrived at my house, I strode into my bedroom, the file tucked under my arm. Sitting on my bed, I spread the various head shots of Mr. Sully along with the accompanying notes—scrawled in Dad's somewhat messy handwriting—after he'd transposed the police officer's information in front of me.

Taking a pen from the nightstand, I began to add my thoughts. My writing was nothing special but it was certainly more legible than my father's. I paused, the utensil dangled above the paper as I considered the proper phrasing.

My client refuses to divulge any details though he gives off a trustworthy air… My pen scratched the sentence out lightly. Returning to the note, I shook my head, adding something at the end. For now, don't be fooled. The phone rang and sticking the pen behind my ear I grabbed it.

"Hello?" I muttered my voice semi-drowsy, fixing my hair—styled into a high bun—by pushing the flyaway strands back into it, I composed myself—the momentary disturbance of the peace leaving me startled.

"Long time no see, Michaela, how have things been?"

The name of the speaker evaded my memory, rubbing my hand subconsciously I attempted to recall it. After a minute, I realized who was on the other line. "David, what do you want?"

"Merely to check up my favorite ex-fiancé. And to say I am formally transferring myself onto your case."

"Firstly David, go to hell! Secondly, did my mother put you up to this?" I growled.

"Of course not, my dear I'm intrigued. I'm keeping an eye on you."

"A polite way of saying you're intruding on my case!"

My ex smirked. "Oh I'd never I just have to make sure you don't end up running off with your client."

"I won't…what the hell that's uncalled for…you have no right to make such a blatant accusation!"

"Of course, Michaela, well I'll leave you to stir in that revelation goodbye."

I sighed, hitting the 'off' button, returning to my notes. It was quiet for a few minutes until the phone rang again. Gritting my teeth against the annoyance in my veins, I answered. "Yes?"

"Hello, Miss Quinn," said my client, "how are you?"

My voice lost some of its edge momentarily. "Mr. Sully, what do you want?"

"I think I may have remembered something?"

My eyebrow arched quizzically as I attempted to contain my sarcasm. "I only left two hours ago how could you have recalled something in such a short time?!"

"It was one of the townspeople not me…are you alright?" His question threw me for a loop. I wasn't used to a person being this forward—not to mention intuitive with me—people typically tended to stay away from me and not engage because I had a habit of disregarding the rules.

"Fine, I just have a lot on my mind…my ex-fiancé called me and he's a bit of a jerk…why am I telling you this? Look, is there anything else you needed I'm drained after today."

"No," the man mumbled, "don't work too hard on my account, Miss Quinn, I am just thankful you—someone— is finally listening to me. Thank you."

"Of course, goodbye."

Goodnight, Miss Quinn, sleep well."

I hung up the phone, feeling a noticeable blush spread throughout my complexion. Yes, it would be an interesting case indeed.