Title: Full Circle part 1

Author: Tracy, ONLY1MISSTRACY@cs.com

Author's Note: 
SUMMARY: per a suggestion from a faithful reader named Joan, or jy, as she
often signs, this story is about what happened after Helen shot Vogelman. It 
will touch a little on Ellenor's reaction to it, but because DEK wrote that
into the series some, it will not be very in depth. Instead, it will focus on 
Bobby and Lindsay's reactions and how they handle the events of that night
and the fact that George turned out to be the one who tried to kill Lindsay. 
You have to pretend that the story I wrote called "Shattered Glass "doesn't
exist, because that story and this one are not compatible. I know that there
are many people who are sick to death of Bobby and Lindsay fanfic, but I am 
not one of them. So as long as I love them together, they will be what I
write about. If you can't stand the thought of another story focusing on
them, stop reading now. Otherwise, please read on. 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to 
David E. Kelley, and 20th Century Fox. I'm not making any money off this
story, it's just a source of amusement for me and a handful of other people. 
I promise to put all the characters back where I got them from when I'm
finished playing with them.

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Bobby had talked Lindsay into coming home with him rather than working late. 
Gun or no gun, he was not about to leave her alone at the office. Especially
not now that they knew the whacko who stabbed her was still out there. He
wanted her safely within his view where he might be able to protect her
should something happen with this nut. He NEVER wanted to come that close to 
losing her again.
Plus, he still felt he had some making up to do. He had glossed over what had 
happened to her, pretending everything was okay, just thankful to move 
forward. He hadn't stopped to think that she would need to work through it
anymore than she already had. The physical recovery had seemed so quick, he 
hadn't given much thought to the emotional one.
He was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, preparing dinner in an attempt to 
spoil her a little. He was truly sorry for the way he had behaved earlier
that day, yelling at her about the gun she had purchased with Ellenor. But
now, even more than before, he was worried.
Lindsay's biggest fear seemed to be that she would have to face her attacker
in court if he ever was caught. Bobby's biggest fear was that he would never
be caught and that they would live their lives in a perpetual state of 
uncertainty and fright. She wanted him dead, she had said so herself. And the 
likelihood of that.........

"Hey. What are you doing?" Lindsay asked, coming up behind Bobby and putting
her arms around him, resting her cheek on his back.

"Making dinner. You hungry?" Bobby put the knife down and turned to wrap his 
arms around his bride to be.

"Starving. Can I help?" she asked, giving him a quick squeeze.

"If you want, you can dig up a wok I have hiding in that cabinet somewhere."

"You own a wok?" Lindsay asked in mock surprise.

"Yeah. So?" Bobby countered with false defense in his voice.

"Why, Mr. Donnell, I learn something new about you every day." She batted her 
eyelashes as she adopted her best Scarlett O'Hara accent.
The phone rang in the other room.
"I'll get it." she said, shrieking as Bobby snapped at her backside with a 
dish towel.

Bobby shook his head and smiled as she disappeared into the other room. This
playful Lindsay was a side almost no one else saw, and he found it to be one 
of her most beautiful qualities.
He chuckled as he took the clean dinner plates out of the dishwasher. "She
really does do a lousy southern accent." he thought, as he grabbed two sets
of silverware. He went into the dining room to set the table, taking two
glasses of wine off the counter as he went.
What he saw almost caused him to drop what he was carrying.
Lindsay was laying the phone in the cradle, her face frighteningly pale. His 
heart stopped. "Lindsay?" Fear gripped every bone in his body.
She looked at him, her eyes haunted and shocked.

"Lindsay? Baby, who was that?" A terrifying thought occurred to him. "My God, 
was that him?" he asked, praying that her attacker had not started placing
personal phone calls now on top of everything else.

She seemed to jolt back into the there and then, but she was certainly 
bordering on shock. "No." She answered, her hands visibly shaking." No, it
wasn't .....it wasn't him."

Bobby set the dinnerware on the table and crossed over to her, taking her
hands in his own, searching her eyes, trying to figure out what had just
happened. "Who was it, Sweetheart?" he asked gently.

"Ma.... Maguire." She swallowed hard, and Bobby could feel her pulse racing in 
her wrists.

"What did he say?" Bobby didn't think he was going to like what he was about
to hear, but he tried to stay calm for Lindsay's sake. "He's at Helen's."

"Helen's?" Bobby repeated, a new fear coming over him.

"And Ellenor's." Lindsay seemed to be slowly comprehending what she had just
heard over the phone.

"Lindsay. What's going on?" Bobby asked a bit more firmly this time, needing
her to give him the information. "She shot him."

"Who shot who?" Bobby could hear the panic edging into his voice.
Lindsay looked up at Bobby and her eyes became focused, what she had been
told now thoroughly processed in her brain. "Helen shot George Vogelman."

"What? I don't understand. What happened?" Bobby couldn't make sense of what
he was hearing.

"It was him." Lindsay answered bitterly. "He is the one who tried to kill me."

Bobby was stunned, but needed more answers. "And Helen shot him? What the
hell went on over there? Are they okay?"

Lindsay shook her head. "He didn't say much, just that it looked like we
could rest easier tonight." She looked at Bobby, a new resolve in her eyes. 
"I have to go there, Bobby. I have to make sure they're okay."

"If they weren't, Maguire would have said so. Lindsay," Bobby pleaded with
her now, "I don't think that apartment, that scene, is a good place for you
to be." As much as Bobby wanted to go and check on his friends, Lindsay's
welfare was his primary concern.

"They were there for me, Bobby. I need to do the same for them." She gave him 
her best 'don't argue with me' look, then she softened. "Please. I don't want 
to go alone. I know it will be hard, but I feel like I have to do this."

Bobby pulled her in to hold her close. He kissed the top of her head, knowing
she would go regardless of what he said. "Okay. Let's go."
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They had to park down the block and around the corner because of the police
activity on Lindsay's old street. As they walked toward the building, they
saw a stretcher being wheeled out, a body underneath a white sheet.Bobby
tried to hurry Lindsay past it, knowing who was under there, but she stopped him.

"May I?" she asked the coroner's assistant who was pushing the stretcher.

"Who are you?" the man asked, warily.

"Attorneys of the women inside. We need to see the body." Lindsay lied.

The man shrugged. "Go ahead."

Lindsay's hand started to shake again as she reached for the corner of the
white sheet that covered the corpse of her attacker. Bobby reached around her 
and took the corner himself, lifting it slowly.
Bobby felt his stomach churn as he looked down at the lifeless, bloodied body 
of George Vogelman. It wasn't so much the blood, or the nun's habit or the
death that made Bobby sick.
It was hatred. Bobby hated this man for what he had done to Lindsay, for what 
had to have happened in Helen and Ellenor's apartment for Helen to shoot him. 
He hated him for immersing himself in their lives, invading their space and
violating them in the worst and most violent way imaginable. Bobby felt his
blood begin to heat up with disgust and anger. 
That anger dissipated when he looked at Lindsay. If it was possible, she was 
more pale than when Maguire had called. He dropped the sheet back over 
Vogelman's body, and grabbed her around the waist with one arm, under her
elbow with the other. She was swaying dangerously and Bobby thought she might
faint. "C'mon, Lindsay, let's sit down." He whispered gently, leading her
toward the curb.

"No," she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She let her breath
out slowly and opened her eyes, as if gathering strength from deep inside
herself. "I have to go in there. I have to see them."

Bobby knew there would be no talking her out of it. "Aright. Let's go in." 
She took his hand, drawing strength and security from his presence. He 
squeezed her hand to let her know he was right beside her and together they
made their way inside.
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End of Part 1. Well, what did you think? Let me know, pretty please. Thanks for
reading!~Tracy
Email: only1misstracy@cs.com

Title: Full Circle part 2

Author: Tracy, ONLY1MISSTRACY@cs.com 

Author's Note: 
SUMMARY: per a suggestion from a faithful reader named Joan, or jy, as she 
often signs, this story is about what happened after Helen shot Vogelman. It 
will touch a little on Ellenor's reaction to it, but because DEK wrote that 
into the series some, it will not be very in depth. Instead, it will focus on 
Bobby and Lindsay's reactions and how they handle the events of that night 
and the fact that George turned out to be the one who tried to kill Lindsay. 
You have to pretend that the story I wrote called "Shattered Glass" doesn't 
exist, because that story and this one are not compatible. I know that there 
are many people who are sick to death of Bobby and Lindsay fanfic, but I am 
not one of them. So as long as I love them together, they will be what I 
write about. If you can't stand the thought of another story focusing on 
them, stop reading now. Otherwise, please read on. 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to 
David E. Kelley, and 20th Century Fox. I'm not making any money off this 
story, it's just a source of amusement for me and a handful of other people. 
I promise to put all the characters back where I got them from when I'm
finished playing with them.
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In the corridor, Bobby and Lindsay threaded through the mess of uniformed 
police officers and yellow crime scene tape. Cameras flashed as they recorded 
the evidence of the night's events, and dust from fingerprinting technicians 
was thick in the air.
Lindsay stepped around two officers comparing notes in the hall. She could 
feel her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the scene around her, her 
brain slowly registering some of the horror and violence that must have
happened in her former home. She looked around wildly for Ellenor or Helen.
"Bobby. Lindsay." Mike Maguire greeted them, as she tried to see over his 
shoulder. "What the hell happened here, Mike?" Bobby asked, bewildered at the
crime scene. "We're still trying to piece that together. But, as near as we can
tell......" "Where are they?" Lindsay interrupted, anxious to find her friends.
"They're giving separate statements inside. It looks like Vogelman had a 
thing for Ellenor. She rejected him, he went over the edge. I know that's not 
the whole story, but it's the best I can do right now." Maguire looked 
sympathetically at Lindsay. "We figured he was the one who stabbed you 
because he was wearing a nun's habit." "We saw." said Bobby, grimly.
"I need to see them." Lindsay was still trying to see past the detectives and 
into the apartment. "They should be about done. I'll check for you in a minute."
"Thanks, Mike." Bobby appreciated Maguire keeping them informed when he was 
under no obligation to do so. "Yeah, thanks." echoed Lindsay.
Maguire nodded and went back into the apartment to check on the statements 
from Ellenor and Helen. Bobby looked at Lindsay standing next to him.
She suddenly looked very small and fragile to him, standing there in the 
middle of the craziness that swirled around them. He wanted so badly to take 
her home and get her away from all of this horror that had so completely 
invaded their lives. He wished he could turn back time and erase the pain she 
had endured. Or better yet, he'd turn back the clock and fix it so they had 
never even heard of George Vogelman. And while he couldn't do that, he did 
want to do the next best thing.
"Lindsay, let's go. Maguire's here. He'll watch out for Helen and Ellenor. I 
really think we should get you away from this. They'll be giving statements 
and talking to detectives all night. We can call them first thing tomorrow 
and make sure they're all right. There isn't anything we can do here right 
now and I think it would be best if we went home." He noticed how easily 'his 
apartment' had turned into 'their home'.
"No, Bobby." Lindsay turned to face him, the fire in her eyes just like the 
one he had seen earlier in the day when she had been so upset with him. Only 
this time she spoke quietly and resolutely, not angrily. "This is where I 
need to be. It's part of the healing process for me, something specific I can 
do to work through this. I am not the only victim, now. The most severely 
damaged victim, maybe, but not the only victim. A big part of this is about 
helping Helen and Ellenor, but part of me is here to help me. Can you 
understand that?"
And he could. "Yeah, I understand. But you have to understand that my need to 
protect you from any more pain sometimes clouds my ability to see your point 
of view. I failed to keep you safe once, and then I poured salt in the wounds 
by pretending it never happened. My protectiveness has kicked into overdrive 
now. I just want you to feel safe. I'm not sure this is the best place for 
you to feel that safety."
She reached up and touched her hand to his cheek. "I know you want to help me 
through this, Bobby. And as long as you are with me, I will feel safe. Even 
here. "He took her hand from his cheek and kissed it softly. "Okay, then.
Let's go inside and find out what's going on." He noticed then that she wasn't
small or fragile after all. Instead, the woman who was standing in front of him, 
the woman he was going to marry, suddenly looked like one of the bravest 
people he had ever met.
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Inside the apartment were more people than Lindsay could ever have imagined 
would fit in her old place. There were uniformed officers and plainclothes 
detectives, coroners and lab guys, crime scene technicians at least one DA 
that Lindsay recognized from court. She and Bobby both turned around in small 
circles, taking in the enormity of what must have happened to create such a 
scene. The doors to both bedrooms were shut, and Lindsay figured that was 
where her friends were giving their statements to the detectives. She looked 
to Bobby to tell him this, but saw that his eyes were fixed on something 
else. When she followed the direction of his stare, she found what he was 
looking at so intently.
There was blood near the front door. A bright crimson smear lead down from 
the wall to the floor and into a pool of blood that was slowly seepinginto 
the floor. Lindsay sucked in a deep breath. "My God....." she whispered, stunned
at the amount of blood she was looking at.
"Lindsay?" a voice above the hum of activity in the room.
Lindsay whirled around to see Helen standing near the door to her bedroom. 
Her eyes were red, no doubt from crying, and her skin was a pale the likes of 
which Lindsay had never seen. She was across the room and beside her friend 
in a flash. "Helen?" Lindsay said her friends name soothingly, as if she were
talking to a small, frightened child.
"Thank you for coming. Did Ellenor call you?" Helen looked so lost that
Lindsay wanted to cry herself. 
But instead she bit her lip and shook her head, trying to be the strong one. 
"No. Maguire called us. We came right away."
"Thank you." Helen repeated, obviously still dazed.
"You don't have to thank me, Helen. I wouldn't be anywhere else right now."
Helen's shoulders began to shake with silent tears. Lindsay walked her to the 
couch and sat her down, covering her with a blanket off the back of the sofa. 
She took her friend's hand and sat beside her, rubbing Helen's back with her 
free hand. "Shhhh. It's going to be all right. I know it's hard, but everything
will be all right."
Helen's lip quivered as she spoke. "It was so awful." Her voice was barely 
audible through the tears and the shock and the noise in the room.
"You don't have to talk about it now." Lindsay wanted Helen to calm down, not 
relive the night's events and become even more upset.
"I want to." Helen met Lindsay's concerned eyes. "Really. I..... I want to."
"Okay. If you're sure." Lindsay wanted to help her friend however she could.
Helen nodded and began to tell Lindsay what had happened as far as she knew. 
She didn't know all the details, because she had been chloroformed into
unconsciousness, but she haltingly told Lindsay as much as she could.
Bobby watched from across the apartment as the scene between Lindsay and 
Helen unfolded. He had so many emotions at that moment. His need to protect 
Lindsay still the strongest, but as he watched, he also felt amazed. Amazed 
that she could be so strong as to sit next to her friend to listen and 
comfort when she had to still be reeling from shock herself. He felt pride 
that Lindsay was so strong. He felt disgust for George Vogelman and anger for 
the damage he had brought to their lives. He felt fear for Helen and the long 
emotional road ahead of her and he felt anxious for Ellenor, who was
undoubtedly shaken to her very core. And he felt relief that they could all 
now work on moving forward, away from this tragedy that had enveloped them 
all and toward happier times. Lindsay had gotten the resolution she had
wished for. She would never have to face her attacker in court. He was dead.
"Bobby?" Maguire was standing next to him. "Ellenor is almost done giving her 
statement. I told her you guys were here. She asked to see Lindsay. "Maguire 
looked over at Lindsay and Helen, both of them watching as Lindsay put her 
arms around Helen as Helen started to sob. "That's one incredible woman you 
got there. This can't be easy for her, either."
Bobby shook his head. "No, it can't. But this is where she wanted to be, so 
here we are. I think it may be helping her as much as it might help Helen and 
Ellenor." "Yeah. Well, these women have really been through something, let me
tell ya. Traumas like this don't go away fast."
"I know." answered Bobby, remembering Lindsay's near emotional collapse
earlier in the day.
"It's good they have each other." Maguire said, before shifting back into 
detective mode. "Well, do you want to let Lindsay know that Ellenor was
asking for her?" "Yeah. I will."
"Okay." Maguire strode off, ordering more pictures from the officer in charge 
of the camera as he left.
Bobby went to the couch where the two women were sitting, Lindsay still
hugging Helen tightly. "Hey." he said softly.
"Bobby...." Lindsay said, set to ask if he could maybe give them a few more 
minutes alone." Ellenor is asking to see you." Turning to Helen, he said "How ya
doing?", Helen sniffed, the tears temporarily stopped. "As well as can be
expected, I guess, considering the circumstances."
"Would it be all right if Bobby stays with you while I go talk to Ellenor?" 
Lindsay wanted to be sure Helen would be okay while she went to see her other 
friend, the one she suspected might need her most in the long run.
"Yeah. Go." Helen nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily.
Lindsay squeezed her friend's shoulder as she stood. "I'll be right in there 
if you need me."
"I'll be fine. Besides, Bobby knows how to handle me, remember?" Helen 
attempted a weak joke to illustrate that she really was okay.
"Funny." responded Lindsay, willing to go along with anything that would
temporarily lighten the awfulness of the night's events. 
"Give Ellenor my love" said Bobby, wrapping one arm around Lindsay's shoulder 
and quickly kissing her cheek, giving her a quick bit of support for herself.
"I will." Lindsay turned and walked to Ellenor's bedroom, but stopped to look 
back at the couch where Helen was now sitting with Bobby.
She needed to draw strength from what she saw there. She saw her best friend 
and the man she loved sitting together talking, Bobby speaking gently and 
Helen nodding. 
"How many people are lucky enough to have what I have?" she thought to 
herself, suddenly grateful that they were all still alive and together. She 
watched for a second longer, feeling secure and loved that Bobby had not only 
stayed with her, but that he was helping her heal along with her friends. She 
took a deep breath and turned back to the bedroom door, knowing that as long 
as Bobby was with her, she had the strength and courage she needed to get 
herself and her friends through this.
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Tracy here. What do you think? Let me know, please, because I love feedback 
almost as much as I love chocolate. Part 3 is on it's way, maybe even later 
today. Thanks for reading!
Email: only1misstracy@cs.com

Title: Full Circle part 2

Author: Tracy, ONLY1MISSTRACY@cs.com 

Author's Note: 
SUMMARY: per a suggestion from a faithful reader named Joan, or jy, as she 
often signs, this story is about what happened after Helen shot Vogelman. It 
will touch a little on Ellenor's reaction to it, but because DEK wrote that 
into the series some, it will not be very in depth. Instead, it will focus on 
Bobby and Lindsay's reactions and how they handle the events of that night 
and the fact that George turned out to be the one who tried to kill Lindsay. 
You have to pretend that the story I wrote called "Shattered Glass" doesn't 
exist, because that story and this one are not compatible. I know that there 
are many people who are sick to death of Bobby and Lindsay fanfic, but I am 
not one of them. So as long as I love them together, they will be what I 
write about. If you can't stand the thought of another story focusing on 
them, stop reading now. Otherwise, please read on. 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to 
David E. Kelley, and 20th Century Fox. I'm not making any money off this 
story, it's just a source of amusement for me and a handful of other people. 
I promise to put all the characters back where I got them from when I'm
finished playing with them.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
In the corridor, Bobby and Lindsay threaded through the mess of uniformed 
police officers and yellow crime scene tape. Cameras flashed as they recorded 
the evidence of the night's events, and dust from fingerprinting technicians 
was thick in the air.
Lindsay stepped around two officers comparing notes in the hall. She could 
feel her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the scene around her, her 
brain slowly registering some of the horror and violence that must have
happened in her former home. She looked around wildly for Ellenor or Helen.
"Bobby. Lindsay." Mike Maguire greeted them, as she tried to see over his 
shoulder. "What the hell happened here, Mike?" Bobby asked, bewildered at the
crime scene. "We're still trying to piece that together. But, as near as we can
tell......" "Where are they?" Lindsay interrupted, anxious to find her friends.
"They're giving separate statements inside. It looks like Vogelman had a 
thing for Ellenor. She rejected him, he went over the edge. I know that's not 
the whole story, but it's the best I can do right now." Maguire looked 
sympathetically at Lindsay. "We figured he was the one who stabbed you 
because he was wearing a nun's habit." "We saw." said Bobby, grimly.
"I need to see them." Lindsay was still trying to see past the detectives and 
into the apartment. "They should be about done. I'll check for you in a minute."
"Thanks, Mike." Bobby appreciated Maguire keeping them informed when he was 
under no obligation to do so. "Yeah, thanks." echoed Lindsay.
Maguire nodded and went back into the apartment to check on the statements 
from Ellenor and Helen. Bobby looked at Lindsay standing next to him.
She suddenly looked very small and fragile to him, standing there in the 
middle of the craziness that swirled around them. He wanted so badly to take 
her home and get her away from all of this horror that had so completely 
invaded their lives. He wished he could turn back time and erase the pain she 
had endured. Or better yet, he'd turn back the clock and fix it so they had 
never even heard of George Vogelman. And while he couldn't do that, he did 
want to do the next best thing.
"Lindsay, let's go. Maguire's here. He'll watch out for Helen and Ellenor. I 
really think we should get you away from this. They'll be giving statements 
and talking to detectives all night. We can call them first thing tomorrow 
and make sure they're all right. There isn't anything we can do here right 
now and I think it would be best if we went home." He noticed how easily 'his 
apartment' had turned into 'their home'.
"No, Bobby." Lindsay turned to face him, the fire in her eyes just like the 
one he had seen earlier in the day when she had been so upset with him. Only 
this time she spoke quietly and resolutely, not angrily. "This is where I 
need to be. It's part of the healing process for me, something specific I can 
do to work through this. I am not the only victim, now. The most severely 
damaged victim, maybe, but not the only victim. A big part of this is about 
helping Helen and Ellenor, but part of me is here to help me. Can you 
understand that?"
And he could. "Yeah, I understand. But you have to understand that my need to 
protect you from any more pain sometimes clouds my ability to see your point 
of view. I failed to keep you safe once, and then I poured salt in the wounds 
by pretending it never happened. My protectiveness has kicked into overdrive 
now. I just want you to feel safe. I'm not sure this is the best place for 
you to feel that safety."
She reached up and touched her hand to his cheek. "I know you want to help me 
through this, Bobby. And as long as you are with me, I will feel safe. Even 
here. "He took her hand from his cheek and kissed it softly. "Okay, then.
Let's go inside and find out what's going on." He noticed then that she wasn't
small or fragile after all. Instead, the woman who was standing in front of him, 
the woman he was going to marry, suddenly looked like one of the bravest 
people he had ever met.
______________________________________________________________________
Inside the apartment were more people than Lindsay could ever have imagined 
would fit in her old place. There were uniformed officers and plainclothes 
detectives, coroners and lab guys, crime scene technicians at least one DA 
that Lindsay recognized from court. She and Bobby both turned around in small 
circles, taking in the enormity of what must have happened to create such a 
scene. The doors to both bedrooms were shut, and Lindsay figured that was 
where her friends were giving their statements to the detectives. She looked 
to Bobby to tell him this, but saw that his eyes were fixed on something 
else. When she followed the direction of his stare, she found what he was 
looking at so intently.
There was blood near the front door. A bright crimson smear lead down from 
the wall to the floor and into a pool of blood that was slowly seepinginto 
the floor. Lindsay sucked in a deep breath. "My God....." she whispered, stunned
at the amount of blood she was looking at.
"Lindsay?" a voice above the hum of activity in the room.
Lindsay whirled around to see Helen standing near the door to her bedroom. 
Her eyes were red, no doubt from crying, and her skin was a pale the likes of 
which Lindsay had never seen. She was across the room and beside her friend 
in a flash. "Helen?" Lindsay said her friends name soothingly, as if she were
talking to a small, frightened child.
"Thank you for coming. Did Ellenor call you?" Helen looked so lost that
Lindsay wanted to cry herself. 
But instead she bit her lip and shook her head, trying to be the strong one. 
"No. Maguire called us. We came right away."
"Thank you." Helen repeated, obviously still dazed.
"You don't have to thank me, Helen. I wouldn't be anywhere else right now."
Helen's shoulders began to shake with silent tears. Lindsay walked her to the 
couch and sat her down, covering her with a blanket off the back of the sofa. 
She took her friend's hand and sat beside her, rubbing Helen's back with her 
free hand. "Shhhh. It's going to be all right. I know it's hard, but everything
will be all right."
Helen's lip quivered as she spoke. "It was so awful." Her voice was barely 
audible through the tears and the shock and the noise in the room.
"You don't have to talk about it now." Lindsay wanted Helen to calm down, not 
relive the night's events and become even more upset.
"I want to." Helen met Lindsay's concerned eyes. "Really. I..... I want to."
"Okay. If you're sure." Lindsay wanted to help her friend however she could.
Helen nodded and began to tell Lindsay what had happened as far as she knew. 
She didn't know all the details, because she had been chloroformed into
unconsciousness, but she haltingly told Lindsay as much as she could.
Bobby watched from across the apartment as the scene between Lindsay and 
Helen unfolded. He had so many emotions at that moment. His need to protect 
Lindsay still the strongest, but as he watched, he also felt amazed. Amazed 
that she could be so strong as to sit next to her friend to listen and 
comfort when she had to still be reeling from shock herself. He felt pride 
that Lindsay was so strong. He felt disgust for George Vogelman and anger for 
the damage he had brought to their lives. He felt fear for Helen and the long 
emotional road ahead of her and he felt anxious for Ellenor, who was
undoubtedly shaken to her very core. And he felt relief that they could all 
now work on moving forward, away from this tragedy that had enveloped them 
all and toward happier times. Lindsay had gotten the resolution she had
wished for. She would never have to face her attacker in court. He was dead.
"Bobby?" Maguire was standing next to him. "Ellenor is almost done giving her 
statement. I told her you guys were here. She asked to see Lindsay. "Maguire 
looked over at Lindsay and Helen, both of them watching as Lindsay put her 
arms around Helen as Helen started to sob. "That's one incredible woman you 
got there. This can't be easy for her, either."
Bobby shook his head. "No, it can't. But this is where she wanted to be, so 
here we are. I think it may be helping her as much as it might help Helen and 
Ellenor." "Yeah. Well, these women have really been through something, let me
tell ya. Traumas like this don't go away fast."
"I know." answered Bobby, remembering Lindsay's near emotional collapse
earlier in the day.
"It's good they have each other." Maguire said, before shifting back into 
detective mode. "Well, do you want to let Lindsay know that Ellenor was
asking for her?" "Yeah. I will."
"Okay." Maguire strode off, ordering more pictures from the officer in charge 
of the camera as he left.
Bobby went to the couch where the two women were sitting, Lindsay still
hugging Helen tightly. "Hey." he said softly.
"Bobby...." Lindsay said, set to ask if he could maybe give them a few more 
minutes alone." Ellenor is asking to see you." Turning to Helen, he said "How ya
doing?", Helen sniffed, the tears temporarily stopped. "As well as can be
expected, I guess, considering the circumstances."
"Would it be all right if Bobby stays with you while I go talk to Ellenor?" 
Lindsay wanted to be sure Helen would be okay while she went to see her other 
friend, the one she suspected might need her most in the long run.
"Yeah. Go." Helen nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily.
Lindsay squeezed her friend's shoulder as she stood. "I'll be right in there 
if you need me."
"I'll be fine. Besides, Bobby knows how to handle me, remember?" Helen 
attempted a weak joke to illustrate that she really was okay.
"Funny." responded Lindsay, willing to go along with anything that would
temporarily lighten the awfulness of the night's events. 
"Give Ellenor my love" said Bobby, wrapping one arm around Lindsay's shoulder 
and quickly kissing her cheek, giving her a quick bit of support for herself.
"I will." Lindsay turned and walked to Ellenor's bedroom, but stopped to look 
back at the couch where Helen was now sitting with Bobby.
She needed to draw strength from what she saw there. She saw her best friend 
and the man she loved sitting together talking, Bobby speaking gently and 
Helen nodding. 
"How many people are lucky enough to have what I have?" she thought to 
herself, suddenly grateful that they were all still alive and together. She 
watched for a second longer, feeling secure and loved that Bobby had not only 
stayed with her, but that he was helping her heal along with her friends. She 
took a deep breath and turned back to the bedroom door, knowing that as long 
as Bobby was with her, she had the strength and courage she needed to get 
herself and her friends through this.
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Tracy here. What do you think? Let me know, please, because I love feedback 
almost as much as I love chocolate. Part 3 is on it's way, maybe even later 
today. Thanks for reading!
Email: only1misstracy@cs.com
Title: Full Circle part 3

Author: Tracy, ONLY1MISSTRACY@cs.com 

Author's Note: 
SUMMARY: per a suggestion from a faithful reader named Joan, or jy, as she 
often signs, this story is about what happened after Helen shot Vogelman. It 
will touch a little on Ellenor's reaction to it, but because DEK wrote that 
into the series some, it will not be very in depth. Instead, it will focus on 
Bobby and Lindsay's reactions and how they handle the events of that night 
and the fact that George turned out to be the one who tried to kill Lindsay. 
You have to pretend that the story I wrote called "Shattered Glass" doesn't 
exist, because that story and this one are not compatible. I know that there 
are many people who are sick to death of Bobby and Lindsay fanfic, but I am 
not one of them. So as long as I love them together, they will be what I 
write about. If you can't stand the thought of another story focusing on 
them, stop reading now. Otherwise, please read on. 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to 
David E. Kelley, and 20th Century Fox. I'm not making any money off this 
story, it's just a source of amusement for me and a handful of other people. 
I promise to put all the characters back where I got them from when I'm
finished playing with them.

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Lindsay knocked lightly on the door to Ellenor's room, but did not wait for a 
response before she opened the door.
"Ellenor?" she said quietly, squinting to see her friend in the extremely dim 
light in the room.
Ellenor looked up at Lindsay from where she sat on the floor. Lindsay was 
certain she felt her heart break into a million pieces just seeing the 
anguish on Ellenor's face.
"Oh, Ellenor." Lindsay cried quietly, and got down on her knees next to her.

"I can't believe....... I just ......." Ellenor was at a total loss for words 
and Lindsay found herself speechless as well. She wordlessly stroked 
Ellenor's long ponytail for countless minutes.
"It was George." Ellenor finally said, attempting to steady her voice.

"I know." said Lindsay, kindly, still smoothing Ellenor's ponytail.

"I don't understand how this could happen, you know? I mean, how could I not 
have known who he really was?"

"None of us did, Ellenor. I believed him, too."

"He tried to kill you." 

"And you, from what I understand."

"Yeah." Ellenor nodded, and then covered her face with her hands.

"And I'm guessing Susan Robbin......" Lindsay left the question unfinished as 
Ellenor started to cry. 
"You were a mistake, Lindsay." She sobbed into her hands.

"What?" Lindsay did not understand what Ellenor was saying.

"The night you were stabbed...... it was supposed to be me."

"Ellenor, is that what he said to you?"

"I told him I was working late because I didn't want to go out with him. I 
lied, and you got stabbed because of it." Ellenor was looking at Lindsay now 
and Lindsay was trying very hard to cover up how stunned she felt about what 
Ellenor was saying.

"No. That's not true. I was stabbed because George Vogelman was a psychotic 
man with a thing for stabbing people. It was not about you or anything you 
did. You have to believe that, Ellenor."

"But I rejected him and he almost killed both of us."

"People get rejected every day. None of them go to the lengths that he did. 
He was sick. This is not your fault."

"He was sick." Ellenor repeated, as if trying to make herself believe it.

"Yeah." whispered Lindsay.

"He chloroformed Helen. I thought she was dead. And then I shot him."

"You shot him? I thought Helen shot him." Lindsay was confused.

"He...wanted...me...to." She hiccuped, trying to compose herself. "He put 
blanks in my gun. I thought he was dead, but when I went to check on 
Helen..... he wasn't." 

"Ellenor, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I shoved him when he came up behind me..... I saw his shadow, you know?" 

Lindsay didn't know exactly, but she nodded and Ellenor continued.
"I ran to the door, tried... tried to get out, but I couldn't. He said he'd get off for 
killing me because he'd have an insanity defense. He wanted Helen to find my 
body........." She started to cry again. Almost unintelligibly she said "He 
raised the knife.... I thought I was dead. Then there was this noise and he 
stopped and he fell and........" she was verging on hysteria.

"Okay, Ellenor, okay." Lindsay calmed her as well as she could, but was very 
tempted to have Bobby call a doctor for her friend. She wasn't sure she could 
comfort Ellenor as much as she needed to be comforted.

"Oh, God, Lindsay, this is so awful."

"Yes, it is. But you'll make it through, Ellenor. We both will."

"We all will." Helen was standing in the door frame.
Ellenor looked up at Helen and then back at Lindsay. "Thank you."
Helen joined Lindsay and Ellenor on the floor. "We will get through it and 
past it. We have to."

"We will." agreed Lindsay.

"We will." repeated Ellenor slowly.

Lindsay wrapped her arms around both of her dear friends, and they in turn 
hugged her back, creating a physical circle of friendship that could endure 
far worse than anything else life could deal them. And together, the three 
women made a silent pact to move forward together.
And that's how Bobby found them, supporting each other, filled with emotion 
he could only imagine. He quietly shut the door as he left, remaining unseen, 
so they could continue to start their healing together. 
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Tell me what you think. And, as always, thanks for reading!~Tracy 
Email: only1misstracy@cs.com

Title: Full Circle part 4

Author: Tracy, ONLY1MISSTRACY@cs.com 

Author's Note: 
SUMMARY: per a suggestion from a faithful reader named Joan, or jy, as she 
often signs, this story is about what happened after Helen shot Vogelman. It 
will touch a little on Ellenor's reaction to it, but because DEK wrote that 
into the series some, it will not be very in depth. Instead, it will focus on 
Bobby and Lindsay's reactions and how they handle the events of that night 
and the fact that George turned out to be the one who tried to kill Lindsay. 
You have to pretend that the story I wrote called "Shattered Glass" doesn't 
exist, because that story and this one are not compatible. I know that there 
are many people who are sick to death of Bobby and Lindsay fanfic, but I am 
not one of them. So as long as I love them together, they will be what I 
write about. If you can't stand the thought of another story focusing on 
them, stop reading now. Otherwise, please read on. 


Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They belong to 
David E. Kelley, and 20th Century Fox. I'm not making any money off this 
story, it's just a source of amusement for me and a handful of other people. 
I promise to put all the characters back where I got them from when I'm
finished playing with them.

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They had been at Helen and Ellenor's all night, Lindsay spending most of the 
time listening to Ellenor try to work through some of what she was feeling. 
At one point, she came out of the bedroom and suggested to Bobby that perhaps 
he should go. "No way. I said I'd be here with you and I'm not leaving. I'll wait
until you're ready to go." Bobby was not about to leave her sitting in that 
apartment, alone, with two women who were quite likely as upset as he knew 
she must be deep down inside. He knew Lindsay well enough to know that this 
had to be affecting her on some level, and that she was currently putting on 
a brave face for the benefit of her friends. 
And so he had stayed, watching as the last of the police officers left, and 
dozing on the couch.

At five thirty Lindsay had emerged from behind the closed bedroom door.

"They're both wiped out. Helen's fast asleep on the floor in there. Ellenor 
is better, now, somewhat calmer, although I don't think she's going to be 
getting any sleep." She stopped and looked at Bobby's bleary eyes. "You look 
like you could use some sleep yourself."

He smiled at her affectionately. "That I could. And I'm willing to bet that 
you could, too."

"I'm pretty beat. I promised them both I'd call later." Lindsay tried 
unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

Bobby picked up his coat and wrapped it around Lindsay's shoulders. Then he 
engulfed her in the biggest, most protective hug she could ever have imagined 
or wished for. "Thank you, Bobby."

"For what?"

"For being here for them. And for me." 

"I didn't do anything."

"You were here. That was enough."

Bobby kissed the top of her head and released her from his arms. "I will 
always be here. That's my job." 

"Does that make me your boss?" Lindsay teased.

"Let's not get carried away." he answered, smiling that she was still able to 
make a joke at such a ridiculous hour after such a difficult night.
When they emerged on the street, the rising sun was blinding. The garbage 
truck was barreling down the street, the first people were getting in their 
cars to commute to work.

"Isn't it weird how the whole world seems to stop when something like this 
happens? But then, when you go outside, it's only your world that has 
stopped. Everybody else is doing the same thing they do every day, without 
any notion of what has just happened to you." Lindsay shaded her eyes against 
the sunlight with her hand. "It's a weird feeling."

"Yeah. It seems like everyone and everything should stop, but it doesn't." 
Bobby answered, fully understanding what Lindsay meant.

They drove the whole way home without saying much. Bobby called and woke 
Eugene to explain what was going on and asked him to cover a bail hearing 
Lindsay had scheduled at eleven o'clock.
They stumbled into bed without saying anything more than goodnight, Bobby 
wondering if Lindsay wanted to discuss how she was feeling. But she looked so 
tired and it had been such an incredibly long night, that as soon as he heard 
the steady, even sounds of her breathing, he allowed himself to fall asleep 
as well, one arm slung protectively over the love of his life.
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Bobby awoke shortly after nine thirty. He knew instinctively that Lindsay was 
sound asleep beside him before could even focus his tired eyes. He blinked a 
few times and she came clearly into his view.

"God, she's beautiful." he thought to himself, taking in the peacefulness on 
her face as she slept. It had been a long time since he had seen that peace, 
that calmness. The stabbing had frightened them both, shaking the foundations 
of their happiness and safety. Bobby had never felt so terrified. He had come 
so close to losing her, that once he had her back, he had wasted no time in 
moving forward.
Only he had neglected the one thing that had needed to be dealt with inorder 
to move on. He had tried to smooth over the pain with an engagement ring and 
wedding plans. He hadn't helped her heal, but rather, added to the painful 
emotional scars that were hurting her so deeply. She had needed to talk, to 
work through her feelings and fears, and he had bulldozed forward with guest 
lists and caterers. His own need to get past her stabbing had blinded him to 
what she needed him to do. She had needed him to listen and to comfort, to be 
there for her. And he felt now, in his heart, that he had failed her.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly, tears
blurring his vision. And he vowed to himself right then that he would never 
fail her again.
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Bobby had been out of bed about two hours when Lindsay joined him in the 
kitchen, dark circles bordering her eyes.

"Hey." he said, getting up to pour her some coffee.

"Hey yourself." she answered, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 

"Thank you." She sipped the coffee Bobby had placed in front of her.

"How are you?" he asked cautiously.

She smiled at him, knowing he was trying to right a wrong he felt he'd 
inflicted upon her. "I'm okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

There was a long silence before Bobby spoke again. "Well, I'm glad you're 
okay, because I'm not."

"What? Why? What's the matter?" Lindsay was startled.

"I'm just having a hard time with this, that's all. I mean, you were busy all 
night, talking and helping, but I had a lot of time to think."

"About what, Bobby?" Lindsay leaned across the table and put her hands over his.

"I never thought I could be glad that someone was dead." Bobby's voice shook 
as he spoke. "When I saw him, on that stretcher, I hated him. Just looking at 
that monster made me sick. Seeing him, in that outfit, knowing what he did to 
you......" Bobby stopped, emotion choking off his words.

"Oh, Bobby." Lindsay whispered soothingly, her hands gently moving over his.

"We let him into our firm. We believed in him, went to bat for him. Ellenor 
TRUSTED him, for God's sake. We never even considered him a suspect, even 
after we knew it was a man instead of a nun. We fought for him and he was 
guilty all along. We got him off. And then tried to kill you...." he stopped 
again, tears now freely spilling over his cheeks. "When you said you just 
wanted him dead, I couldn't understand. I didn't know how to handle that, 
what to think. But when I saw him last night, I knew. I knew you felt. I was 
ready to kill the bastard all over again myself." Bobby broke down into sobs. 
Surprised at the intensity of his own emotions, he hid his face in his hands.

Lindsay got out of her chair and rounded the table, getting down on her knees 
in front of Bobby, trying to look into his eyes. "Bobby? Bobby, look at me." 
She pulled on his hands with her own, trying to get him to see her. "Look at 
me." He slowly lowered his hands, only to see that Lindsay's eyes were 
glistening with tears as well.

"I hate him and I'm glad he's dead." Bobby had more venom in his voice than 
she had ever thought possible.

"I know. I'm glad, too. Maybe that makes us terrible people, Bobby, I don't 
know. But I do know that now, with the certainty in my mind that he is dead, 
I can get past this. I will never have to face him again. I will never have 
to fear that he will be back for me, I will never have to be afraid that he 
will find me. He's dead. Right now, I don't feel bad about that. I don't know 
if I ever will."

"What he did to you.... and to Helen and Ellenor........."

"And Susan Robbin, too. But he can't do it to anyone else ever again. And I 
do feel bad that it happened the way that it did. Ellenor and Helen will have 
to live with this for the rest of their lives. But he's dead and the world is 
safer for it. I can't feel too sorry for that." Lindsay put her hand to his 
cheek. "It's okay to hate him, Bobby. Just don't let it take you over, 
because if you do, then George will have killed you, too."

Bobby pulled Lindsay into his chair and they held and comforted each other 
for a long time, both of them crying with relief and despair. After nearly 
twenty minutes, Bobby spoke.
"I'm so sorry. The last thing you need is somebody else crying on your 
shoulder. I'm supposed to be helping you."

Lindsay smiled into his chest, where she was resting her head. "Bobby, 
knowing you care so much about me that you feel that strongly about George 
Vogelman, that's what I need. Knowing that you feel that way helps me in ways 
you cannot even imagine. You are what has gotten me through to this point. 
You are what will help me get through the rest of the way."

"I love you." Bobby whispered fiercely, his arms tightening around her.

"And I love you." She lifted her head and met Bobby's eyes, locking her gaze 
with his. " And as damaging as Vogelman was, he could never have taken that 
away. And now he will never have the chance to try. Maybe someday we'll stop 
hating him. But for now, I think the most important thing is that we love 
each other." 

Bobby put his hands on either side of her head, caressing her cheeks
with his thumbs, wiping away her remaining tears. "You amaze me. You're strength
is incredible. I am, without question, the luckiest man in the world."

Lindsay smiled and he felt his heart light up inside his chest. "You make me 
happier than I ever knew I could be, Bobby, in spite of everything that's 
happened. You amaze me, too. " She kissed him then and his entire body was 
flooded with joy and relief and love.

"We are going to make it through this together." Bobby stated, as if 
confirming a new found belief.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Lindsay answered, as she stood, pulling 
him into her arms.

He stepped into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly. And as 
they stood there together, they both knew that their healing had begun.

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Tracy here. That's it. Tell me what you thought, please. I 'm already 
thinking of new stories, so suggestions, comments and feedback can only help 
to make the next one better. Thanks for reading!
Email: only1misstracy@cs.com