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| Abbie stepped into her apartment and put her keys and bag down. As she took off her jacket she noted the insistent flashing of the little red light on her answering machine and made her way across the room, flicking on the small lamp next to the sofa and bathing the room in a soft glow. It had been a long, hard day and the harsh illumination provided by the overhead light wasn�t going to help her relax. On the other hand, soft lighting, a bath and her good friend Johnnie Walker had an excellent success rate.
The young ADA hit the answering machine�s �PLAY� button, putting the red light out of its misery. *Beep* �You have two new messages� �Ms. Carmichael, it�s George from the tailor. Your new suits will be ready for collection any time after three tomorrow. Thank you.� *Beep* �Abbie�. Abbie, it�s Jack. I was thinking about what you said today and I, well, I don�t want you to think I�m prying, but I think you should talk to someone. Umm.. Elizabeth Olivet has done a lot of work with us in the past. She�s very good and, well, she�s a woman so I thought you might be a bit more� Here�s her number.� Abbie picked up the pen next to the answering machine and jotted down the contact details. Jack was just trying to help. *Beep* �You have no new messages�. Tucking the number inside her address book she went into the kitchen, picked up a glass and the whiskey and headed to the bathroom. Abbie put the plug in the bath and let it fill while she poured herself a drink and got undressed. Sinking into the hot water in the dark, she drained her glass in a single gulp and surrendered to the tears that had been threatening to fall all afternoon. She thought she�d dealt with her rape; put it behind her and moved on. "I was a freshman. He was a third year law student. We were on a date. I never told anybody. I blamed myself. And not anymore." Isn�t that what she�d told Jack? Wasn�t that true? This case had proven she was obviously mistaken. Abbie hated being wrong. �Jesus, Carmichael, pull it together,� she scolded herself. Stepping out of the now-cold water she dried off and let the cool liquid drain before brushing her teeth and slipping into boxer shorts and a tank top and then into bed. After almost an hour of crying, Abbie was physically and emotionally exhausted enough to allow herself to fall into a deep sleep. PART 2---> I'm always adding new stuff. Check back soon for more or join the mailing list. To submit your work click the Email link below. Email A/E MAIN HOME L&O MAIN JOIN THE YAHOO GROUP |
| The Good Doctor- Part 1 |
| Author: Em Davis Disclaimer: Abbie and Liz belong to Dick Wolf and each other, not me. |