A\N: After editing all my Bull stories, I decided to make Baby please don't cry a twoshot with two endings. This is the Happily Ever After ending! This ending will be longer than the angst ending because it will have more scenes to it. There will be a large portion of the dialog from the Angst ending in this ending for a little bit before it goes to more original dialog.
I hope you Angels enjoy this ending.
Jason Bull, looks at the woman sitting at the conference table, trying to reign in his anger that is showing on his face. He feels Danny and Marissa putting their hands on his shoulders.
"Can you please repeat that?" He asks, his voice hard. The woman swallows, her eyes filling with tears.
"I want my daughter back, Dr Bull." The woman says. The Trial Consultant scoffs as he stands up abruptly, Danny and Marissa's hands drop from his shoulders. He takes a deep breath as an image of an ultrasound photo flashes to the forefront of his mind and the image of him holding a crying woman with dark hair in his arms, with two rings on her finger.
He lost a child before he had a chance to meet them. Now this woman, who left her newborn in a dark alley, wants her child back?! No way.
He walks to the door and puts his hand on the handle before he looks over his shoulder. "We're not going to help you get your daughter back, Miss Lowe, because quite frankly you don't deserve her back, not after what you did to her." He snaps before he leaves the conference room. He can hear Benny calling his name but he doesn't look back as he walks to the elevator. He can't be in the same building as that woman. He has to get out of here and he knows exactly where to go to calm down.
Benny Colon watches as his ex-brother-in-law walks away from the conference room. He follows his friend as he walks to the elevator. "Bull!" He calls, hoping that his friend and boss will listen and turn around, but he doesn't and carries on walking away. After the elevator doors have closed on his boss, the lawyer walks back to the conference room where Danny, Marissa, Cable and Chunk are waiting for him outside.
"He okay?" Chunk asks as he frowns. Benny shakes his head at his co-workers. They all know how Bull is around child-cases after he and his wife lost their baby who ultimately broke up their loving marriage. "No, he's not and this woman asking him to help get the first thing he lost has just put his defences up higher than his usual wall." Benny says to the four of them.
"So what can we do? Bull needs us." Cable speaks up. Benny nods as a sigh escapes his lips. "I know he needs us but he'll never talk to us about it," the lawyer trails off as an idea hits him. "but I know who he will talk to." With that, Benny pulls out of his phone and scrolls through his contacts until he comes across the one he needs. He presses the number and puts the phone to his ear, hearing it ring twice before a voice in his ear.
"Sis, we have a problem." He says.
Isabella Colon picks up her phone when she hears it ringing beside her. She puts her pen down and her eyebrows furrow when she sees her younger brother's name on her screen. She's not spoken to Benny properly since her and her ex-husband divorced so if he's calling her in the middle of the day, either him or Jason, her ex-husband, aren't okay. She accepts the call but her brother is speaking before she can greet him.
"Sis, we have a problem." Benny says.
"What's going on, Benny?" She asks, her brother's tone is full of concern.
"It's Bull." Benny tells her. Izzy closes her eyes as they drift toward the photo of the two of them she has on her desk, it's a photo of them locked in an embrace.
"Is he okay? What happened?" She questions her little brother as she opens her eyes. Benny sighs on his end of the phone.
"We had a woman come in asking for something. Bull refused and walked out of the meeting and to the elevator." Benny explains.
"What did the woman want and why did you call me?" She asks him. She doesn't know why her brother is calling her because her ex-husband walked out of a meeting.
"Izzy, the woman wanted her daughter back, Bull told her no before he stormed out."
Tears slip down her face. She knew how much her ex-husband was hurting just as much as she was when they lost their daughter but didn't show it to her because he was comforting her and making sure she was okay.
"I know where he is." And she does, Jason is at a place only where she and he know.
"Where is he?" Benny asks.
As much as she loves her brother, she's not going to disclose her ex-husbands location, she'll go get him herself and make sure he's really okay.
"Benny, no. If you go to him, he won't go with you." She tells her brother.
"But he'll go with you if you show up?" Her brother snaps at her.
"Yes! Benny, I know exactly what he's feeling because I went through those feelings too, hell I still feel them, I know my ex-husband a lot better than you when it comes to child related cases, So I will go out, find him, make sure he's okay and doesn't want to go out a rip that woman's head off before returning him back to the office." Izzy tells her brother before hanging up and standing up, grabbing her coat and purse before walking out of her office to her car.
She just hopes her ex-husband is where she thinks he is and not out doing something stupid.
Jason simply stares at the black stone. The anger he had been feeling at the woman in his office has disappeared and sadness and numbness is in its place. The headstone only has a name and a simple message written in grey writing:
Eliza Rose Bull:
Gone from the world but never from our hearts.
There are no dates on the headstone because his daughter never got a chance to take her first breath, smile her first smile, laugh her first laugh, walk her first step, say her first word, her first anything!
The sky is dark with rain clouds which matches his mood perfectly. No one knows about this maker but him and his daughter's mother, his ex-wife. They've never told anyone about this spot, not even their families. They weren't ashamed of their daughter, everyone knew about Eliza, Izzy was into the pregnancy when she lost Eliza. They suffered her loss together and they needed to grieve together.
Rain starts to fall from the sky in tiny droplets but he doesn't care, he simply allows the rain to fall on him. Footsteps, high heels to be exact, are behind him, walking up beside him. He doesn't need to look to see who's here: he knows who's here, only him and his ex-wife know about this marker.
Why is she here? Jason asks himself. He knows his ex-wife still comes here, he's passed her walking up and away from here several times as she has with him and sometimes they'll stay together holding hands silently, mourning their daughters death years after the fact together, before leaving without talking a word to each other.
Both of them are like that now: silent as rain pours on them, hands intertwined, Izzy's head on his wet bicep, looking at their daughter's grave.
"Izzy, what are you doing here?" He finally asks wearily, breaking the silence. Izzy doesn't look at him. "Benny called me after you stormed out of the meeting. He told me that the woman wanted help getting her daughter back." Izzy says. Jason nods, he should've known his ex-brother-in-law would've called her. She's the only one who knows what he feels when it involves children.
"That woman didn't want her baby, she left the newborn in an alley like a piece of garbage. Our daughter never got a chance to take her first breath before she was taken away from us! We would've given her everything she wanted, regardless of what it was!" Jason spits, his anger back full force. Izzy squeezes his hand. "I know, Jason, I know," she says softly. "but maybe that woman had a reason for wanting her daughter back?" Izzy asks softly, Jason turns his head to look at his ex-wife.
"Yes, she does, it's called narcissism. She found out that her daughter had a better life than she's had and now she wants her back to make that little girl miserable." Jason snarls angrily before breathing deeply. "She acted as if she didn't leave her daughter in a cold alley in the middle of winter but she did and if we took that case, we'd be acting like that too. And I can't do that, and I know the others can't either." Jason shakes his head as an image of that little baby in a snow drift with her lips blue floats into his head everyone had seen when they were researching the woman.
"I'm so sorry, Jason." Izzy whispers.
"I shouldn't have stormed out like that, it wasn't professional but I don't care, I couldn't sit there and listen to this woman who left her baby daughter alone in an alley. I couldn't listen to a woman defend her actions. I couldn't do it." Jason says brokenly as tears fall down his face. Suddenly Izzy is hugging him hard, her coat wet with the heavy rain. It only now occurs to him that he didn't stop by his office to get his coat before he left TAC.
"It doesn't matter if what you did was professional or not, if that woman left her daughter in an alley and hasn't tried to get her back before now, she doesn't deserve to be a mother. You did the right thing by saying no regardless of how you said it." Izzy says as he tightens his arms around her back. The only sound is the rain falling from the sky and landing on the streets and headstones around them.
Jason sighs softly as Izzy pulls away and resumes holding his hand in her own, both of them are quiet until she speaks. "What do you think would have happened to us if we hadn't divorced?" She asks him. Jason scoffs as his eyes roll. Why is she asking me this now? He asks himself.
"I don't know, we'd still probably ended up divorced but I like to think we worked through it." He answers honestly. He has had dreams where they somehow got through it and remained married. Izzy stares at him. "We tried to, Jason but I don't think we would've worked through it. We tried everything and none of it worked." Izzy says. Jason doesn't answer.
"Why didn't we try harder, Iz? Instead of giving up so easily?" He questions her. Izzy places her head back onto his bicep, taking her time to think about her answer.
"I don't know, Jason. I think we didn't know how to communicate properly after we lost Eliza. We were either not talking or screaming at each other and I couldn't handle being with you, knowing you blamed me for Eliza." She answers. Jason drops his jaw after the words leave his ex-wife's mouth.
He can't believe what she just said.
"Y...y ou think I blamed you?" He asks her as the rain continues to pour down on them. Izzy nods her head with a barely there nod.
"Of course I did!" Izzy shouts. Jason blinks, waiting for her to continue because he knows she's not done, not by a long shot. "Jason, I know you were hurting just like I was but you didn't show me you were hurting, you bottled it all up and worked through it. You held me when I was crying and I wanted to do the same thing to you but you didn't let me! All I wanted was to comfort my husband the way he comforted me, when he needed me the most, when we needed each other the most!" Jason shakes his head. "Izzy, you were grieving. I didn't want to pile onto it with my own grief." Izzy scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I was your wife, Jason! I wanted you to come to me with your grief." She snaps. Jason sighs again.
"I'm sorry." The Trial Consultant Analyst whispers. "I just wish you would have let me comfort you the way you comforted me." Izzy tells him. Jason pulls her into his arms again and simply allows her to hold him like he did to her years ago. He relaxes as her arms snake around his waist. He's missed being in her arms. She pulls away and he kisses her forehead.
"Jason." Izzy whispers as his lips linger.
"We could try again, Izzy." He says quietly, pulling away. Izzy gives him a small smile as she leans into him again. "We already tried, Jason. We can't try again, we're just too far gone to give it another shot." Jason shivers as a large gust of wind starts up.
"We've never just talked like this before." Izzy shakes her head as tears fill her eyes.
"Jason, stop. Please." She requests. He does stop. Jason looks away from her and at his daughter's grave, dropping the subject before he feels Izzy's hand on his arm, dragging him away.
"Come on, I'll take you back to TAC." She says as she leads him to her car. He doesn't try to protest her taking him back to TAC because she'll just ignore him and pretend she hasn't heard him and besides he wants to spend some more time with his ex-wife before they go back to living their own lives.
Izzy and Jason sit in silence as she drives to TAC, save for the heater blowing warm air in the car to warm them both up after standing the pouring down rain and the wind. She sneaks a look at her ex-husband out of the corner of her eye. He's not said a word to her since she told him to stop talking about giving them another shot. She would love to say yes and try again with him but the main reason she had filed for divorce was because they didn't communicate with each other and because he was a stubborn bastard who didn't care enough about himself to let himself grieve in front of her.
The TAC building is a block away and they've not spoken to each other. What does one say after their ex-husband has said he wants to try again?
"Jason, can we talk?" She asks. Jason is quiet for a few minutes but his voice fills the car. "What's there to talk about, Izzy?" His voice is hard. Izzy sighs. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell him to stop. "Jason, I wish we could try again, god I wish we could try again, but it's too late for us." She says regretfully.
"I know, I know it's too late for us, Izzy, I just needed to say it out loud." She pulls up outside TAC and smiles at him before grabbing his arm to stop him from getting out of the car. "Jason, wait," he takes his hand off the handle and looks at her, his eyes boring into hers, like they did all those years ago. "how about we do dinner tomorrow night and see how it goes?" She suggests quickly. She watches as his eyes light up in a way she's missed. Jason nods. "Yeah I'll make a reservation. That place by the thing with the thing at 8?" He asks, she nods her head as a smile comes to her lips. "The place by the thing with the thing sounds perfect. His lips brush her cheek before he gets out of the car with the smile etched onto his face.
Izzy watches as her ex-husband walks into TAC, out of her eyesight before she drives back to Bella with a smile on her face. She can't believe she asked her ex-husband out on a date.
The next night:
To say that Jason Bull is nervous is an understatement. He's only been nervous a handful of times and most of them were when he was with Izzy. He was surprised when she asked him out to dinner, it wasn't something he hadn't thought would come from her mouth.
he stands outside the restaurant, waiting for Izzy to show.
Then he hears the high heels of his ex-wife coming towards him and he turns around, the breath leaving his lungs when he sees her:
She's dressed in a dress that he got her and the heels he brought her as a birthday present, she wears the coat he had bought her for their first Christmas as a married couple. He can't believe they all still fit her after all these years.
She chuckles, amused. "Cat got your tongue, Dr Bull?" She asks. He closes his mouth and smiles. "No, you look amazing." He says as they walk inside the familiar have so many memories in this restaurant and they all flood back to him.
Their first date.
The first time he said 'I love you' to her.
Birthdays.
Anniversaries.
The night he got down on one knee in front of her and said how much he loved her and how she's his light in the darkness and asked her to spend the rest of her life with him.
The night she said 'yes' to spending the rest of her life with him.
Toasts as husband and wife to successes.
Kisses stolen over the table at various stages of their relationship.
Their last date as husband and wife, a few weeks before he was sent the divorce papers, in an attempt to salvage their crumbling marriage.
Izzy's hand on his brings him out of the past. A waitress is in front of them, waiting patiently.
"A reservation for 2 please." He tells the woman, who nods and types something into the computer. "Name?" The waitress asks without looking up from the screen.
"Bull." He answers as Izzy slips her hand into his, he intertwines their fingers as the waitress leads them to their table.
The waitress shows them to their table for two, tells them she'll be back with some menus and leaves them alone. He watches as Izzy sits in the chair on the opposite side of the table, her coat and purse draped over the back of her chair, showing her dress, before he sits down himself. Izzy reaches over the table and takes his hand again, squeezing it gently just as their waitress comes back with two menus in her hand.
"I'll come back and take your orders." She says before leaving them again. They break their hands as they look at the menu. "You gonna have your usual?" Izzy asks, he looks at her with a smile.
"Maybe. I might change it up, you never know." He teases though they both know he's getting his usual, he's too much of a wuss to try anything new. Izzy chuckles and looks at him with that look of hers that tells her what he's thinking.
"Are you okay after yesterday?" She asks quietly, he nods his head. "Yeah, the others told the woman that no one in their right minds would give her custody. According to Marissa and Cable, Danny almost attacked her for even asking." Izzy smiles.
"I've missed this." She says all of a sudden after a few minutes of silence.
He's missed this too. More than she knows.
"So have I." He admits just as the blonde waitress comes back to take their orders.
Izzy orders a glass of white wine with pizza and fries, and Jason orders a steak and fries with a beer.
"I told you you'd order your usual." She says with a laugh. He joins in.
Laughter hasn't been in his life in years and it feels good to laugh with Izzy.
"Do you remember when you proposed to me?" He bobs his head; of course he remembers the night he proposed to her. It was one of the greatest nights of his life, before his wedding.
"Yes." He says as their drinks are brought over. He takes a sip of his beer, their hands are still linked.
"What do we do after tonight is over?" Izzy asks, placing her wine glass down on the table. Jason sighs. He hasn't thought about what will happen to them after tonight.
"If you're up for it, I'd like to give this dating thing another try. It's like I said yesterday, we've never just talked like that. Or if you don't want to try again, this can be dinner between two people who were married." He gives her options because he doesn't know what she'll say.
"Kiss me, Jason." Izzy says, causing his eyes to widen. That wasn't what he thought she'd say.
Izzy giggles. "I said, 'kiss me, Jason'"
He stands up and leans over the table, being mindful of their drinks, and kisses her softly on her lips.
The kiss doesn't last long, only a few seconds, but it's the first kiss they've had in years. They pull away when they see their waitress coming toward them with their meals.
After they've eaten their main meals, Izzy orders their dessert which is a slice of chocolate cheesecake. Jason pays the bill, much to Izzy's displeasure, seeing as it was her who asked him out in the first place. With the bill paid and taken care of, the former married couple walk out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
They both look at each other before Izzy kisses him deeply, she wraps her arms around his neck and Jason wraps his arms around her waist.
"I say yes to giving it another go between us, Jason. The truth is I should never have given up so easily in the first place." Izzy says once she's pulled away from him. They're still in each other's arms, unwilling to let the other one go first. Jason sighs and brushes his lips across hers.
"Izzy, stop, we can't change the past, but we can change the future," He says softly. Izzy nods and unwinds her arms from his neck. "Take me home, Jason. Show me what I've lost, what I gave up so easily." She whispers. Jason only unwinds his arms from her waist and takes her hand again and walks to her car. He grabs the car keys from her hand. "You said 'Jason take me home' so I am and that means I'm driving." Izzy rolls her eyes as she gets into the passenger seat. "You do love a good loophole, don't you, Dr Bull?" He laughs as he drives them to Izzy's place.
She's pressed up against the door before it's even closed and her ex-husband is kissing her. Her coat is pushed off her body and she wraps her legs around him, her hands buried in his hair. Her lips are swollen but she doesn't care, it's been 4 years since she's been kissed by him. Her heels slip off her feet, hitting the floor with a thump. She's carried into what was their bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot and carries her over to the bed and lowers her onto it with the same gentleness he's always used.
Afterwards, they're both underneath the sheets, her head on the arm he has around her shoulder, both covered in sweat.
"You know, I never thought we'd have sex after dinner tonight." He says with a smug smirk on his face. Izzy looks up at him. "We always had sex after dinner when we were married." She says. "Was it as good as it was back then?" He asks with a growing smirk. Izzy giggles.
"It was even better than when we were married." She says. "Can I ask you something?" Izzy asks, Jason nods. "You can always ask me questions, Iz." He answers.
"Do you think we can do it again? Be together again?" She asks. It's all she's ever wanted: to be back with Jason. She never should have divorced him, she should have worked harder, communicated better, spoke to him calmly instead of starting screaming matches with him. She should have fought for them.
"It's all I've wanted, Izzy." He answers softly, kissing her hair. "I think, the only thing we can do is try."
"Well I'm willing to try. I'm willing to try more than I did last time." She kisses him again, rolling on top of him, ready to show him what he missed.
A year later:
It's been a year to the day since Benny called Izzy and told her about Jason storming out of the client meeting.
It's been a year since Jason and Izzy met at their daughters grave marker.
It's been a year since Izzy asked him to dinner, and he said yes.
It's been a year since their date.
It's been a year since Izzy asked what would happen to them after that night.
It's been a year since Jason replied.
It's been a year since Izzy asked him to kiss her.
It's been a year since he kissed her over the table.
It's been a year since they walked out of the restaurant and wrapped their arms around each other, unwilling to let each other go.
It's been a year since Izzy said to take her home and show her what she'd missed, what she gave up.
It's been a year since they had sex again.
It's been a year since Izzy had asked if they could try again.
It's been a year since they had agreed to try again.
It's been a year since happiness came back into Jason's life.
It's been a year since they were given a second chance.
Jason Bull stands in his office, staring at the piece of jewellery he holds in the palm of his hand when the door to his office is opened and someone walks in, startling him, he quickly snaps the item in his hand closed and looks at who entered his office:
It's Izzy, his ex-wife turned girlfriend.
She's smiling at him. "Am I interrupting anything?" She asks, walking deeper and deeper into his office. He meets her halfway and pulls her in for a kiss.
"Nothing important." He answers into the kiss. Izzy pulls away.
"Good, because I'm here to ask you to have dinner with me tonight at our restaurant." His girlfriend says.
"Sounds good." He says, kissing her cheek, seeing his employees in front of his office. "We have an audience." He whispers, Izzy smirks. "Well then, let's give them a show." She says before kissing him deeply, her arms going around his neck, his going around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Izzy moans into the kiss as her fingers move up into his hair.
He wants to do more than just kiss her in his office but he knows it'll never happen, so he pulls away from her lips and just stares into her eyes, a smile on his face, the one he reserves just for her and her alone.
"I love you, Isabella Colón." He says. Izzy smiles a wider smile before kissing him again, softly this time.
"I love you too, Jason Bull." She replies before stepping out of his arms and walking to the door, smirking when her little brother looks away from her, blushing.
"See you at 7:30, Dr Bull." His girlfriend says before she leaves his office, and him.
That night:
He holds Izzy's hand the entire ride to their restaurant. He has her present in his jacket pocket.
This last year with Izzy has been one of the best years of his life in the years after the divorce. It's like they're newlyweds all over again.
He looks at her out of the corner of his eyes. She's driving them to the restaurant, much to his displeasure. He knew that he was going to do what he was about to do tonight.
He just hopes she gives him the answer he hopes she will.
The restaurant is calm and quiet, seeing as it's 8 pm on a Thursday night. They're seated next to the table they were seated at last year, and they hold hands throughout the meal. He's nervous and he knows Izzy can tell. She's always known what he's feeling.
"Jason, what's wrong?" She finally asks him, he shakes his head. Izzy frowns and squeezes his hand.
"Jason, we agreed not to keep things from each other." She admonishes him softly.
Early on in their second go: they had agreed that the only way that it was if they didn't hold anything from one another.
Jason sighs as he looks into her eyes and sees the love for him shining in them. He takes a deep breath, gets to his feet, withdraws her present from his jacket and gets down on one knee in front of her.
"Izzy, we've been given a second chance to be together. I love you. I've always loved you. I want a second chance at marriage with you. I want to wake up as your husband. So, Izzy, will you marry for a second time? Will you be my wife for a second time?" He asks.
Izzy's hand is over her mouth, tears filling her eyes, looking at him.
"Yes." She breathes. "Yes, I will be your wife for a second time." She says, he chuckles as Izzy gets up from her chair and kisses him in front of the entire restaurant which claps for them. Jason releases her lips and puts the ring on her empty ring finger, for the second time.
They have both had a second chance at love with each other, and they've got a second chance at marriage and this time, they're not going to waste their second chance.
They're ready to let their second chance last forever.
A\N: Baby please don't cry is complete! I'm also finishing chapter two of my most recent The Good Wife oneshot series Stolen moments and memories. I have been working on this ending since last night. I hope you enjoy it, Angels.