Donna's sister from back home

Part 14

It has been a week and Donna has completely shut down. She won't even talk to me, we were meant to go to the Ballet tonight but she cancelled on me. I am now going by myself, don't get me wrong I love ballet it just won't be the same with out Donna. (outfit above.)

I walk down the stairs and look around taking it all in, then I see Louis looking at me. I smile and wave, as I make my way down I think I hear him say, "wow." As I get closer he greets me, "Daisy." I smile, "Louis, hi." He looks around, "you're at the ballet. Are you an aficionado?" I nod, "since I was a girl, yes." When are family lost everything it was hard for me. I lost so much of my lifestyle and who I was in that one day. Now I can become me again. "me too. I mean, a boy." I let out a small laugh, "I--I got that."

"So are you-- you here with someone?" "you know, Donna was suppose to come with me, and then she cancelled at the last minute." "oh, you talked to her? How is she?" I shake my head, "No I haven't. I keep calling, even though I'm her sister she won't--" He finishes my sentence, "Answer. I know, I tried." I smiled, "you tried?" He nods, "yeah." I decide to change the subject for now, "are you here with someone?" He shakes his head, "oh, I'm alone. I feel it's a better way to experience the dance, you know? Too distracting to have to talk about it. I just want to--" I finish him this time, "to feel it. No, I know." he nods smiling, "yeah." "yeah." The lights blink to tell us it's almost time.

"Uh, I should probably get going." I turn to leave but he stops me, "wait. I have an extra ticket, third row. Yeah, I like to buy a seat to my right just as a precaution." Wow third row, that is so much better then my seats, "yeah, I would love to." "Great." I follow him, "yeah. Okay."

It just finished and it was the best thing ever. "Magnificent." "Superb." "Riveting." As we were listing all the things the performance was, we over heard someone. "Outrageous. Insulting. Disgusting." I see Louis is about to explode so I step in, "don't let it ruin you evening." I smile to try and calm him down, "I'm--I mean, I won't." I shake my head smiling, "no." "I won't." "yeah."

Then he walks over to the man, "hey, asshole. Why don't you have a little more respect for the-- h, my God it's you." Sergei Baskov! "yes it is I." "Sergei Baskov." I stand there in shock. Louis looks in shock, "I profaned at you. I'm so sorry." He has his hand of his mouth. "No, no, no, please, you're defending the ballet. I was defending the ballet. Our rehearsal space... Two ballerinas sprained their ankles." "well, that's why Katya didn't dance tonight." I nod along, "of course."

"Sadly, yes. The royal hall is beautiful, magnificent, but behind the scenes, they look with a blind eye." Louis reaches into his pocket, "well, if I may be so bold, please, it would be my honour to right this wrong for you." He pulls out his business card and hands it to him, "oh, I could not impose. Thank you so much." "Tenant disputes are my forte. Please, allow me to be your nutcracker and join in the battle against the mouse king." I smile and try to hold in a laugh. "The mouse king. Well, in that instance, then I would be in you debt, Mr... Light." I try to step in, "It's actually Mr.--" Then Louis cuts me off, wow. "Wonderful. Thank you." Sergei walks off at Louis can't stop smiling.

It's the next day and I get ready to go to work, (outfit above) then I get a text from security, 'you are not allowed in the building until further notice. You have a conflict with a main case.' Great the time I was looking forward into going to work I'm not allowed to.

I decide to call Luke to give me a ride, then he tells me he can't. You know in case he tells me information about this main case. I roll my eyes and call a taxi. This day just keeps getting better, and better. I arrive at PH and go straight to library. I sit down and read a book. Then Louis walks in, and heads to the table behind me. I notice behind me is Harold. You know what he has been giving me strange looks. It's like he likes me now. Anyway, Louis says, "I need a list of everything that's wrong with the rehearsal space. For example. The creaky floorboards, they're affecting certain dancers' attitudes."

"oh, they shouldn't let that get them down." I shake my head and lean back, "'attitude' is a pose." Then I turn back to my book. "Oh, yeah, like striking an attitude. Whatever, I do that all the time." I can tell Louis is not happy so I listen in, "I also need a list of the ballet company principals." This is also not going to end well, "okay, um, integrity, fidelity, patriotism--" I lean back again, "not that kind of principle."

"okay, we're done." Harold throws his hands up, "how am I supposed to know?" He then walks up to me, "Daisy, you've just been drafted." What did I sign up for, "oh, but she's not even a--" Louis cuts him off, "not what? She's not what Harold? Ms. Paulsen not only knows more about ballet then you do, she also knows more about law. " I feel a smile come on, he has no ides, "but--" "Zip it. My mind's been racing ever since we met Sergei yesterday, so I dictated a to-do list for you to handle." He hands me the list, "I'm on it." "Okay." Then he leaves.

I did as much as I could on the list using the FBI data base abut now I needed those files. I walked into the bullpen and went to Harold, "Harold, can I get the rest of the files on the ballet case?" He turns around and faces me, "sure, let me grab them for you." I give him a small smile, "thank you." He then goes over to his desk and gets the files.

When he walks back and hand me the files he says, "what is it about ballet? I just--I don't get it, you know? There's no words, no story, there's no action. It's just all.." He starts to try and do ballet moves, and he was horrible. Then Louis walks up behind him and I clear my throat, "please tell that Louis isn't behind me." I keep quite and Louis speaks, "Louis isn't behind you." He turns around to see Louis, "hi."

"hi. Penelope Cruz, Zoe Saldana, Audrey Hepburn-- What do they all have in common." Harold looks confused and says, "they're all hot?" I roll my eyes and so does Louis, "no, dumbass. They all owe their success to ballet, because it gives them discipline and grace, it embodies our emotions, it's breathtaking in it's beauty, and most importantly, it expresses what cannot be put into words. You want to get ahead here, Harold? Take ballet, because right now, the only thing that's breathtaking about you can easily be put into words: nothing. Now releve your ass back to work."

Harold walks away looking sad but I can't help but feel the need to laugh. Louis turns to me, "I need everything you get for me first thing tomorrow." I give him a firm nod, "I'm on it." He nods back, "good." With that we walk opposite ways and I get to work.