The next morning, Boomer enters the kitchen to see Bridget and Franky playfully nudging each other as they get their breakfast and coffee together while making light conversation. Franky looks up from the frying pan and smiles. "Morning sleepy head." Boomer mumbles a reply under her breath while going to the cabinet for a coffee cup. "Oi, I got something for you the other day before picking you up." Franky says while placing pancakes on a plate for Boomer. "Top cabinet on the left. Had to hide them from Gidge." She smiles as Bridget playfully hits her shoulder, followed by a quick peck on the lips. Boomer places her cup on the counter and walks over to the cabinet. "No way Franks! Monte Carlos? You're the best!" She runs over to hug Franky before taking the plate made for her. "I'll share a few with you if you want Bridget." She says shyly. Bridget can only laugh. "That's alright Boomer. Franky has a secret stash for me as well." She says with a wink, making Franky blush. "I don't think you'd care for them anyway Booms. Not quite, your kind of thing." Bridget turns a dark red as Boomer looks up confused.
"So, what are you going to do today Booms?" Franky asks as she packs their lunches. Boomer looks up from the couch. "Dunno. Maybe take a walk down the block. Still a little nervous though." Bridget looks up after gathering her keys, purse, and bag. "There's a garden in the backyard that could use some tending to...if you are into that kind of thing." Bridget offers. Boomer smiles. "Yeah, maybe. I'll take a look." Franky grabs her things and heads to the door behind Bridget. "I'll pick you up after work Booms. We should have some time before Bridget gets home for dinner to shop." Bridget looks between the two of them. "Franky said she'd take me clothes shopping." Boomer says with an excited smile. Bridget smiles before opening the door. "If you need anything Boomer, don't hesitate to call one of us. We left our numbers by the phone." Franky places a gentle hand on her wife's back. "And don't be ashamed to call. I've been where you are." Franky adds before they see Boomer nod, then head out the door. They get to the driveway before they turn and wrap their arms around each other. "You have a good day baby." Bridget says with a smile. "You too Gidge." They kiss briefly, then a bit more passionately before breaking apart and heading for their cars.
Franky enters the office to a stack of messages for her at the receptionist's desk. "What's this?" She asks as she takes the papers. "Word has gotten out that you are a lawyer. That's just the calls from the past hour." Sally says with a smile. Franky forces a smile as she heads to her office. She never thought about what may happen after passing the exam. All she wanted was to be a lawyer. She hears her door open as she is looking through the messages. Fessler smiles at the look on Franky's face. "Congratulations. I only hope you will stay with us, but that's your call, and I will understand if you choose to leave." Franky's brow furrows as Fessler steps in and takes a seat. "I...I couldn't do that Fess. You've done so much for me..." Fessler cuts her off by raising a hand. "You have you and your wife to look after now Franky. That's how things work, and I'll understand completely. I just hope you'll still work the case with Ferguson with us." Franky nods without hesitation. "I would never..." Fessler smiles. "I'll leave you to your calls. You can take half a day if you want to go to some interviews." Franky nods silently. 'I've gotta call Gidge.'
Boomer opens the front door and looks up and down the street. She doesn't see anyone and lets out a sigh of relief. She doesn't know what Franky and Bridget told their neighbors about her and isn't ready to meet anyone. She takes a deep breath and steps outside of the house, hesitating briefly before closing the locked door behind her. She squeezes the spare keys in her hand and takes her first steps down toward the driveway.
"Hey baby. I wasn't expecting a call until closer to lunch. Is everything okay?" Franky lets out a heavy sigh. "I don't know what to do Gidge. There are so many offers." Bridget pauses in the middle of writing her notes, trying to figure out what her wife is referring to. "What kind of offers Franky?" Bridget asks nervously. Franky bites her lip. "Job offers Gidge. I never thought about that. I always figured I'd be stuck here. Not that it's so bad, especially with everything Fessler has done for us." Bridget smiles and puts down her pen. "But now I have all these...these... People want me Gidge. I'm not used to that." Bridget leans back in her chair. "I want you baby." Franky can't help but to let out a laugh, followed by Bridget joining in. "You always know what to say." Franky smiles into the phone. "If you want to stay where you are Franky, it's okay. It's also okay if you want to move on. I'm sure Fessler will understand." Franky blows out a raspberry. "I just couldn't make a decision without talking to my wife first." Franky says before sticking her tongue out between her teeth. Bridget blushes. "I'm with you all the way baby. Whatever you decide to do." Franky lets out another sigh. "Thanks, Gidge."
Around six o'clock, Franky and Boomer are unloading the bags from her car when they hear someone pull up behind them in the driveway. Franky looks up, knowing Bridget is already home and not expecting company. "Hey Franky...Boomer." Vera says as she gets out of the car. "I hope you don't mind me stopping by. I ran your plan by the Board, and they have a few stipulations." By this time, Bridget is in the doorway, waiting for her wife and guests. Franky looks up at her wife. "Do we have enough for one more?"
Two hours later, Franky stands up from the table, pushing her chair away so hard it falls over. "Nah, fuck that! No way Gidge!" Bridget stands up and reaches for Franky's hand. "Franky, just hear her out." Franky takes in a deep breath and looks from Vera to Bridget's blue eyes, feeling some of the tension subside. "What's going on Franky?" Boomer asks. Vera looks at Boomer and frowns. "Franky has come up with a plan to help build evidence against the Freak, with the help of the other prisoners. But the Board wants Bridget back as the psychologist full time. They think it'll be too suspicious if she only comes in a few times a week and only sees a handful of inmates." Franky blows out her breath and shakes her head. "I don't want Gidge as a target. I can't..." Vera folds her hands in her lap and looks down. "The Board, and private donors, are willing to pay whatever it takes to bring her down Franky. But they need something in return. It won't be easy to record conversations with Ferguson. They will be bugging the shirts of everyone in H wing. And I have already gotten approval for there to be a guard with Bridget at all times." Franky looks at Boomer who just nods. As her shoulders sag lightly with defeat, Bridget picks up her chair and motions for Franky to take a seat. "The meetings need to be in different locations and at different times...even days." Franky counters as she sits down. "I don't want there to be any pattern Ferguson can pick up on." Vera nods. "And I want an office next to hers." Bridget looks up in surprise. "I'm not leaving you alone in that place." Franky says while looking directly in her wife's eyes.
The following week, Bridget walks into her old office in Wentworth and lets out a sigh. Vera pats her shoulder as Franky places the boxes with her belongings on her desk. "Brings back memories doesn't it?" Vera says with a smile. Bridget looks at her and smiles. "Some better than others." She winks as Franky looks over with a smile. Vera smiles back before closing the door behind them. "So, Allie has been passing the word around to the other inmates. If anyone seriously wants to help bring Ferguson down, they need to attend one of your weekly group meetings. They will sign in and you can set up one on one appointments with each one from there." Franky stands next to Bridget as she leans against her desk. "Franky will be there for the initial appointment to see if their information will be of any help. In the case that it is, Franky will arrange to have a deal worked out to reduce their sentence. Anyone letting the information leak to Ferguson will suffer the consequences, most likely doled out by Ferguson herself, but will have time added to their sentence for threatening the wellbeing of her fellow inmates and staff, even if they didn't do it personally. Anyone with misinformation will be charged accordingly." Bridget reaches an arm around Franky's waist and gives a reassuring squeeze. Vera smiles as she turns to open the door. "I'll leave you two to get settled. If you have any questions, you know how to reach me." With that, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. Bridget turns to look at Franky, both instinctively moving their arms around the other. "Feel better?" Franky begins to sway them back and forth. "A little." Bridget smiles as she leans her forehead against Franky's. She can see the lust building in her wife's eyes. "What's on your mind baby?" Franky's lips turn up into a grin. "Just about everything I ever thought of doing to you in this room." Bridget doesn't even have time to smile before Franky's lips are upon hers.
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Sorry folks, things were just going too well for a while there.
What will be discovered about the Freak in the upcoming chapters? Will Ferguson find out everyone is plotting against her, once again? Will she even make it to trial?
As always, feedback and comments are welcome!
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Forever With You
FanfictionJust my take on what may have happened with Franky and Bridget after Season 6. First time writing about two women so please bear with me.
