Forever With You

Chapter Thirteen

She stares at the picture of Franky Doyle pinned to the wall in her room. Next to it is a list of locations that she frequently visits. Her address is circled in red ink, but as a last resort. Yes, the goal is to hurt Bridget Westfall, to end her, but she can't bring herself to harm a hair on the woman's head. Franky, on the other hand, will end Bridget upon her demise. Franky is the key. Rid the world of Franky Doyle; end Bridget Westfall.

Bridget finally makes it to the pub around six thirty. She watches as Franky sits at the table with her colleagues, laughing and sipping her beer. She feels a warmth run through her body when Franky sees her and shows off her mega watt smile. Suddenly she feels the younger woman's arms around her, and her soft lips pressed against hers. Franky pulls her closer and kisses her again. "I'm glad you could make it." Bridget caresses the side of her face. "So am I." Franky kisses her again, more passionately than before. "Have a seat. I'll go get you a drink." She pats her behind before heading for the bar.

Bridget approaches the table and Fessler stands up to greet her. "Bridget! It's so good to see you again." "Likewise." Bridget says as they hug briefly. As they sit down, Fessler recaps the current conversation for Bridget. "I was just telling Sarah and Tim that it's a shame Franky can't become a lawyer. All her hard work showed today when they set the prosecution back with their opening statement." Sarah sips her cocktail, "You should have seen their faces. We countered everything they threw at us with ease." "And that isn't everything in our arsenal." Tim added. Bridget smiles with pride for her girlfriend. "That sure sounds like Franky. And it being Boomer just made her work that much harder." Bridget says before looking toward the bar.

Franky orders another beer and a glass of Shiraz, then turns to look at her table. She watches Fessler and Bridget hug, then the beaming faces of her colleagues as they jump into conversation. Her eyes then turn back to Bridget and she can't help but to look her up and down from head to toe. She feels a smile form on her face as she watches her unconsciously twirl a blonde curl around her finger. Her eyes still roaming up and down her lover's body, she blushes as she meets Bridget's eyes. After all this time, the blonde still makes her feel like a kid on Christmas morning when she looks at her. She hears the clink of a beer bottle and glass and turns to pay for the drinks.

Bridget smiles as she watches Franky blush after being caught staring. She feels her own cheeks begin to blush as she realizes, once again, that no one has ever made her feel the way Franky does. She hears Fessler from a distance and breaks out of her daze. "Still worried about Franky?" Bridget shakes the fog from her head. "Um, not really. I mean, it's still a bit unnerving when she calls Franky..." Fessler holds up a hand. "What?" Bridget folds her hands in front of her and glances at Sarah and Tim before turning back to Fessler. Fessler gives them a look and they get up to get new drinks. She watches them leave before turning back to Bridget. "What do you mean she calls Franky?" Bridget frowns. "She called yesterday morning, or Saturday night. There were three missed calls and a couple texts when we woke up. She said you gave her the number and she needed to talk about the case before court." Fessler drops her hands into her lap. "There was no need for that. Everything was in order and any concerns could have been discussed in the morning. I'm sorry Bridget. I thought she wanted the number in case Franky was out of the office, but not at home after office hours." Bridget smiles weakly. Fessler reaches for her hand, seeing Franky approaching out of the corner of her eye. "I haven't known her long Bridget, but I've never heard someone talk about another, the way she talks about you, that is not head over heels in love." Bridget nods before turning and looking up at Franky.

"Oi Fessler. You making a move on my girl? Send the kids away to so they can't lag?" Franky grins as she hands Bridget her glass. Bridget blushes and Fessler gives her the finger. "Fuck off Franky." She says as they laugh. Franky takes a seat next to Bridget and wraps an arm around her. "I'll deal with you later." She whispers in her ear before kissing her cheek. Bridget places a hand on her thigh and squeezes gently. Sarah and Tim walk up with fresh drinks. "Everything alright?" Franky looks up with a smile. "Yeah, just Fessler putting moves on my girl." Bridget slaps her arm. "Franky!" Franky looks back feigning shock. "What? That's what it looked like." They all start laughing as Sarah and Tim take their seats.