Forever With You

Chapter Twenty-Six

          It's just past midnight when Bridget finally gets home. She reluctantly left Franky's side around five, grabbed a quick bite to eat and arrived at the abandoned warehouse by six thirty. "How much longer are we going to be keeping this from her?" Bridget had asked while making a coffee before her session with Joanne. "There are just a few more loose ends we need to tie up first. Once they are secure, we can nail Ferguson once and for all." Fessler had said while rubbing her shoulders.

Bridget sets her bag on the counter and goes to the cupboard for a wine glass. As she pours herself a healthy cup, she listens to her voicemail. "Hey Spunky. I thought I'd call before bed. Guess you're working late. I, uh, was thinking about our bathing session today. I'm looking forward to the next one; maybe once a day? Okay, here comes your nurse friend so I've gotta go. Love you Gidge. Sweet dreams." Bridget feels her heart race as she remembers Franky dropping the hospital gown in the bathroom. She is still breathtaking, even with the slight bruising still showing from her fractured ribs and the bandage on her side. Oh, the thoughts that ran through her mind as she caught Franky watching her. "Fuck Franky. The things you do to me..."

The following day, Bridget shows up at the hospital after one in the afternoon. "Hey Gidge. You're late." Franky says with a smile as Bridget leans over to kiss her. "Mmm, I had a couple patients this morning that I couldn't reschedule." She says while licking the taste of Franky off her lips. "How are you feeling?" Franky smiles as she pats her side. "I reckon I may be ready to go." Bridget blushes as she raises her eyebrows noticing that the bandages have been removed. "So, what do you say Gidge, bath time?" She takes her hand in hers and pulls her against the bed. "Cuz I reckon I'm a bit stinky." She adds before she kisses her gently. Bridget lets out a moan as she moves her hand behind Franky's head, kissing her more passionately. When she backs away for air, she smiles at her brunette lover. "I think I'm good for a few more days. It'll give you more time to heal." Franky looks at her in shock, then notices the blush creeping up her neck. "You dirty minx. Did you at least take a video?" She watches Bridget's jaw drop in shock before laughing out loud. "Relax Gidge." She says as she wraps her arms around her, nuzzling the side of her neck. "But if I can't play with you..." She gently bites her earlobe. Bridget lets out a shaky breath before backing away as they hear the door open to Franky's room. "Ah come on doc. You're getting as bad as the screws at Wentworth."

"So, all said and done. You can leave at the end of the week, pending no reoccurrences or other issues. And take it easy. Nothing too strenuous for at least another week." Dr. Richardson winks at Bridget, knowing at least there is a chance of her listening to his advice. Franky beams at Bridget and motions for her to sit on the bed with her. "So," she starts before kissing the blonde. "Think you can pick me up Friday," she kisses her again. "Or should I call Dad?" As she kisses her again, she wraps her arms around the blonde's waist and pulls her into her lap. Bridget gasps as she feels hands caress each cheek of her buttocks. "I think I can manage that." She says while backing away and caressing the brunettes face. "But there is one thing we WILL have to work on." Franky smiles, "yeah, getting some alone time in this place." Bridget lets out a laugh. "Seriously baby. We are either cold or hot and heavy. We need to learn how to make out..." She pauses as she feels Franky's warm lips against her pulse point. "I'll let you watch." This gets Franky's attention. She looks into blue eyes to see if she's serious, then breaks out into her famous grin. She nods. "I can live with that."

"How is Rita doing with Ferguson?" Fessler asks at their weekly Wednesday meeting. Vera looks up from her notes. "Um, she has kept her in check with only one or two minor scuffles. I think Ferguson knows her own physical limits." Fessler turns to the two women. "And the siblings?" The dark-haired lady looks reluctant before speaking. "Joanne has agreed to cooperate. Bridget has been looking over the notes from her last psychologist and has broken new ground to helping her deal with the psychological abuse from Joan. Jonas. Well, we caught him trying to take a cyanide pill he had hidden in the seam of his coat. I think he is worse off than his sister, mentally." Nurse Kelly enters the room, her arm linked with Will's. Fessler looks over at them. "How are the ladies doing?" Will looks at Kelly. "Well, Franky is being released Friday as long as there are no setbacks." Fessler looks at an incoming message on her phone. She lets out a sigh of relief. "Well, there shouldn't be anyone else we need to be concerned with. Joanne and Jonas are the end of the family line." Will looks at Vera. "Ferguson hasn't added any visitors to her request list or additional phone numbers. Rita has been keeping a pretty close eye on her too, so I don't expect any additional surprises." Fessler looks around at the group of people standing around the room of the warehouse. "You've all done a great job ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully, this will be the end of this nightmare. And you," she looks towards the woman sitting at the table. "Well, Friday is your big day." The woman smiles as she stands up. "With all due respect Fessler, I think we should give them the weekend to um, reconcile their differences." Vera blushes and Will muffles a laugh. Fessler looks down at the floor, trying to hide a grin. When she looks up, her cheeks have a little added color to them. "So be it."

Thursday night, Erica walks towards Franky's room, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She knows this will probably to the last time she will ever see the woman that changed her life for the better. She can't help but to laugh to herself at the thought. 'An ex inmate bettered her life.' But she knows its true. She had been living a lie, and fighting the truth, until the force of nature named Franky crossed the line and kissed her; breaking her rose colored glasses on her engagement and what she really wanted. She shakes her head as she approaches the door. 'She's engaged now. Suck it up and move on. You had your chance and YOU blew it.'

Erica opens the door to see Bridget sitting on the bed, curled up next to Franky, with a hand caressing the swell of her buttocks. Seeing Bridget's hand lying across the brunette's stomach as they talk softly to one another, she knows she hasn't interrupted anything too intimate. 'Oh, how awkward that would be.... but it would make me feel better. Oh, stop it!' She scolds herself. 'If anyone deserves to be happy, you know damn well it's Franky Doyle.' "What do you want?" Franky asks, shaking her out of her thoughts. Bridget moves her hand to her lover's chest to help calm her down. Erica frowns as she moves into the room and closes the door behind her. She sits in the chair closest to the door; not sure if today is the best day to deliver the news of her "wedding gift". She looks up at them as Franky moves her hand up to Bridget's back, holding her protectively. She smiles, then takes a breath, secretly wishing that hand was touching her. "First, I'd like to congratulate you on your recovery. I hear you are being discharged tomorrow." Bridget smiles as she looks up at Franky. "Yeah. Um, thanks." "Franky..." Bridget whispers. "Be nice." Franky looks at Bridget and the tension in her face melts almost immediately. 'She is no longer a threat to us.' Are the silent words spoken with her eyes. Franky looks back at Erica. "I'm sorry. It's just..." Erica smiles. "I understand. I haven't made it easy for you. Which leads to the second thing. I'm leaving tomorrow. Boomer's case is over, the paperwork submitted. All that's left is to arrange for her parole. I'm sure you are more than capable of sorting that out." She blushes slightly as she compliments the brunette. Franky looks down at her lap as she acknowledges the compliment. She feels Bridget nudge her slightly with her hidden arm. Franky looks up and sees Erica standing with her hand on the doorknob. "Erica. Thank you. I know I was a bitch to work with... but I had to make it clear where I stood." Erica smiles. That is more than she expected to get as an apology from Franky. "We're a good team in the court room. No one can compete with us. But that's as far as it could ever go." Franky says with a smile which fades as the last line becomes serious. Erica blushes and nods; feeling the tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Take care Franky. You're going to be one hell of a lawyer one day." With that, Erica quickly leaves the room, closing the door behind her. The door barely latches shut when the tears begin cascading down her cheeks.

Bridget looks up at Franky and smiles, seeing her stare at the door. "I'm proud of you baby." She says while reaching up to caress her face. Franky looks at her and blinks a few times. "She was the only one that believed in me, before I met you. She pushed and pushed and made me believe I was worth something. And she challenged me, intellectually. But that was the extent of it." Bridget nods and keeps her hand against her face. "Thank you, for telling me." Franky bites her lip, unsure how the next part will go over. "I only kissed her to prove that she was lying to herself." She looks down. "But I was kinda hoping for more; but as a conquest, not a lover." She looks back into Bridget's eyes. "No one has ever made me feel the way you do." She reaches up and holds the blonde's face with both hands. "And no one ever will be able to. Ever." Bridget smiles before she feels Franky's lips against hers. They kiss again more passionately before breaking apart. Franky leans her forehead against Bridget's. "Stay the night? No funny business." Bridget looks deeply into her green eyes. "I just wanna hold ya." Bridget smiles as she nods, then leans in to kiss her again.               

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