Jamie sat still staring Anderson in his eye, not saying anything.

"Well if this is how you're going to be," Detective Anderson got up and left the room to go behind the mirror and stare at Jamie to see if her movement would change.

"What do you think chief?" Anderson asked his boss, Chief Nielson.

"Well Anderson, there has to be one person who knows what would make this woman crack," Nielson paused. "Any ideas?" he asked Anderson.

"Well," Anderson thought pensively. "There's that man, Mr. Larry Paul who went to the hospital with Ms. McBeal. When he came in here with her the first time she was attacked, this woman," indicating Jamie, "came in a short while afterwards and she seemed sweet on him, however, he wasn't sweet on her."

Anderson stopped looking at Chief Nielson's face as an idea came to him, he could tell, his whole face lit up.

"That's it, that's our link, get a hold of this Larry Paul and call him in for questioning under the interrogation of this woman.

"Right away sir," Anderson left the room to go to his office and make the phone call.

BRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG

Larry jumped. His cell phone was ringing.

"Larry Paul," he answered.

"Mr. Paul? Detective Anderson here. How's Ally holding up?"

"She's hooked up to a thousand machines Detective, how do you THINK she is?" Larry got an attitude.

"Listen, I'm sorry for her and for you, but I need you to come down to the station for questioning of the woman brought in with Douglas," Anderson tried to be bias to Larry's outburst.

"Jamie? Simple, she wants to hurt me," Larry spit out.

"Hurt you? But, why? I mean," Anderson paused. "What would she have to gain?" Anderson was confused.

"Well," Larry started. "I have been talking about moving out and taking our son with me. I believe that Jamie has, er, problems, if you will, and I don't want my son exposed to that. She's obsessed with the idea that we will get married and live in a nice house with the white picket fence and that I love her. I don't love her detective, and she will do anything she can to keep me within her grasp, I'm almost positive and this incident further proves my previous notion," Larry finished in one breath. He had stepped out into the hall to have the conversation but still looking at Ally through the glass window in the door.

Anderson was puzzled. If Larry knew so much about Jamie, then how come he didn't report it sooner? He pushed forward with caution. "Can you inform me of any odd occurrences that could prove your thoughts?"

Larry thought for a moment. "Well, there WAS this one number on the phone bill that she wouldn't explain and then she's been REAL into where I've been going… if you call that odd."

Anderson thought for a moment. It definitely fit together. Jamie could have been in contact with Mr. Kaysen and made him aware of Larry's whereabouts, since he had been spending every spare second with Ally and it set it up for him to follow them and capture Ally when Larry turned his back. That's exactly what happened. "That's actually exactly it, it sounds like everything checks out together. Please come down as soon as possible."

Larry saw Renee come around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bunch of tissues in her other hand and thought I'll leave Renee with Ally, she'll be all right till I get back. "All right Detective, I'll be right down." Larry hung up.

"Renee," Larry greeted her. "I have to go down to the station and make a statement on Jamie and why she was there and stuff like that. Will you stay with Ally till I get back please?" Larry asked.

"Of course Larry," Larry started to walk away and Renee grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Put her away for life, and him too," she looked at him, her eyes pleading to him.

"I plan to," Larry responded confidently as he made his way down the hall. "So help me god…"

Anderson walked back into the room opposite the interrogation room. "Well chief, he's coming," he reported. He looked at Jamie. "Any change?"

"Good," Nielson replied relieved and shook his head in response to Anderson's second question. "Could you get anything out of him?"

"Actually, quite a bit," Anderson began. "It seems, the two of them," indicating Jamie and Larry, "have a history. They have a son but aren't 'together', and she has some sort of an obsession with him. He wants to move out and take the son."

"Anything out of the ordinary Anderson? That's what we need, odd occurrences. Are there any?"

"A couple actually," Anderson stated. "Mr. Paul claimed to see an unfamiliar number on the phone bill and Jamie, WOULDN"T, explain it, and then she's been asking him where he's going every time he's out the door. Mr. Paul said that wasn't like her."

"Well, let's hope we have enough to put her away for a while," Nielson responded.

"Well sir, he thinks she might have," Anderson paused as if not to insult, "problems," he finished pointing to his head as if an indicator that she was, crazy.

"What about Mr. Kaysen? Where is he right now?" Nielson questioned Anderson.

"He's in protective custody right now, the jail cell downstairs."

"Well let's not let him out of our sight. I don't want him let out on bail again. He's too much of a danger to Ms. McBeal. She needs to worry about recuperating and going to trial. Suing this monster is going to be one helluva drag on her," Nielson sighed. He hated seeing people go through this kind of trauma.

The phone in that room rang. Nielson picked it up.

"Nielson here," a pause. "Uh huh," another pause. "Send him in," Nielson hung up the phone. He looked at Anderson. "This Mr. Paul of yours is here and apparently not looking so hot."

"It figures. I really do think that he loves her," Anderson replied.

There was a knock on the door. Anderson opened it. "Mr. Paul, glad you could come."

"Well let's get this over with, I wanna get back to Ally," Anderson and Nielson looked at each other.

"Okay Mr. Paul, I'm Chief Nielson and there," he pointed to the window, "is our suspect. Can you help us out? Talk to her maybe; see if you could get anything out of her? We'd really appreciate it."

"If it keeps Ally from being put back in that damn hospital, that I'll do whatever it takes," Larry answered seriously.

"Well then you'll help us, because if we can get a confession out of her, she'll be put to trial and convicted," Anderson chimed in. Anderson led Larry out of the room to next door. He unlocked the door and opened it a crack so that he could let Larry enter by himself, but he had to add something real quick. "This is only you Mr. Paul. We think that you'll be more effective by yourself in there. From what you've said, you'll have more luck by yourself, I'm almost positive." Larry nodded and proceeded to enter as Anderson stepped back and left to the other room.

Jamie looked up and saw Larry. Her face immediately softened. "You've changed your mind Larry!" she squealed in delight as she jumped up to give Larry a hug. He pushed her back into the chair.

"Jamie! What the HELL is your problem? How could you even begin to involve yourself in something this, this," he was twirling air with his hands. "This crazy scheme to hurt an innocent woman?"

"She was trying to take you away from me and Sam. How could I sit back and let it happen? I couldn't. I love you Larry, and you know you love me too."

"I do NOT love you Jamie! Why can't you fucking see that?" Larry bellowed at her. "You have no right at all to harm that innocent woman!"

Jamie bowed her head down," It was out of love Larry. I did it to keep us together. You, me, Sam," she looked up.

"You leave Sam outta this!" he howled.

Anderson looked at Nielson on the other side. "What do you think chief?"

"I think he's had enough," Nielson paused. "And I think we have enough, go get him outta there. That woman is crazy, a bonafide nutcase."

Anderson walked to the door and entered. "Mr. Paul, thank you for coming down. We appreciate your cooperation," he glared at Jamie on that last word who stuck another strong stare on her face. "We'll call you if we need anything else."

This is pathetic, Larry thought. How could she do this to someone so innocent? He headed back to the hospital.

"Oh Ally," Renee sighed. "You poor thing. How could you be put through so much trauma? It's not like you did anything to deserve it," Renee sniffled. She curled back up onto the bed the way she did the first time Ally was in the hospital. She took Ally's hand in hers and traced the bone. "We're gonna get you outta here me and Larry, and you're never gonna be bothered again. He loves you, you know. I can tell it. Every time he looks at you, there's that adoration in his eyes. He blames himself you know. You have to convince him that it's not his fault Douglas is crazy and his, well, whatever the hell she is, is just as crazy. If you ask me, they're perfect for each other, "Renee let out a little chuckle. "Oh Ally," she buried her head next to Ally's.

All of a sudden the door opened and Larry appeared again. "Larry, hi, that was quick," Renee spoke softly.

"Yeah, they just wanted me to talk to Jamie and see if they could get something on tape. How is she?" He looked at Ally sadly and crept towards her.

Renee got off the bed slowly and walked towards Larry. "I'll leave you two alone," she squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I think she's been waiting for you," Renee left the room.

Larry was shocked by what Renee had just said. Has she really been waiting for me? he thought. He shook his head and moved towards Ally's bedside, taking her hand in his and sitting down, slowly and quietly.

"Ally," he began slowly. "If only," he started to get choked up. "If only there was a way that I could erase what you've been put through. Even if," another pause to swallow tears. "Even if it meant never ever meeting you. If I could erase what's happened to you, I would. God I wish I could!" he spoke passionately as he looked at her pale, lifeless face. He stood up and moved to sit on the side of the bed next to Ally, now holding her hand with both of his as if, if he let go, she would slip away. "Ally, oh my sweet Ally," he said even more passionately as he touched her face with one of his hands.

Little did he know that Ally's other hand was stirring. Her eyes started to twitch but Larry had Ally's hand clutched in his and he had his head against it, praying, so he didn't notice.

Ally's eyes had opened slightly and she saw a figure in front of her, holding her hand, and crying softly. Who is this? she thought. Ally blinked her eyes several more times to get a clearer view. "Larry?" Ally struggled to speak. "You're here," she spoke again, much happier."

Larry looked up instantaneously. "Ally?" he responded with such fervor. "Oh Ally," he whimpered. "I am SOOO sorry for all of this!" he could barely speak he was so choked up.

"Larry," Ally attempted to sit up. "You couldn't have known," Ally struggled with the words, her mouth was so dry. "I'm just," Ally sighed. "I'm just so glad that you're here, with me, holding my hand. I feel so safe around you. I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling." Ally looked at Larry her eyes slightly open with a contented look on her face.

"Why wouldn't I be here? I let this happen to you," Larry spoke so sorrowfully.

"Now you listen to me Mr. Larry," Ally started, trying to sit up more, but comforted by Larry pushing her down as if to say don't move, you're fine where you are. "This wasn't your fault. If I blamed you, I wouldn't be as happy to see you as I am right now," Ally looked him meaningfully in the eyes.

"Oh Ally," Larry bent his head down. "I, I," he raised his head up looking her directly in the eyes. "I love you Ally McBeal."

Ally gasped and then smiled warmly. "You too?" she asked playfully. Then she thought of the last person she had loved, that had said I love you. "Oh, but I," she brought a hand to her mouth to sustain a cry. "I can't love someone and be loved. Look where it got me," and tears rolled slowly down Ally's face.

Larry hugged Ally, "No, it doesn't have to be like that," he corrected himself, "It WON"T be like that. There's NO WAY I could EVER put you through what he put you through. We can take it slowly if you want, as slowly as possible. I don't wanna lose you Ally," a tear rolled down his face, she wiped it away.

"Larry, if only it were that simple-," Larry shushed her with a finger he quickly put to her mouth.

"Ally, it IS that simple. Can you trust me? Can you honestly trust me?" Larry gazed into her eyes, his whole heart out on his sleeve for the taking, hoping against hope.

Ally blinked her wet eyes and nodded, "Yes Larry, I do trust you. I do trust you," Ally smiled weakly.

"Ally," Larry said softly in delight. Slowly, he leaned in towards her. Ally knew what was coming, but was she ready. I love this man, she thought as his lips met hers. What a kiss, she thought. Larry leaned back, "Was that okay?" he asked timidly.

All Ally could do was smile as she leaned back on the bed. "Larry, it was the best kiss I've ever gotten."

Larry was still worried. "Is this moving too fast for you? I mean I'll back off if it's too fast," he continued quickly.

"Larry, it's okay," Ally reassured him. They gazed into each other's eyes. This feels so right, they both thought simultaneously.

Ally got out of the hospital the next day with, apparently, no severe head trauma. Larry had taken Ally home with him. Renee was more than happy that Ally had a man to cozy up to, and a good one at that. She really liked Larry and sensed that he was SO different from Douglas it wasn't even funny.

Ally and Larry have a good couple of weeks, spending all their free time together. Due to Jamie being imprisoned temporarily, Larry had Sam. Ally had grown very fond of Sam. Seeing the two year old with his dad made her long for her own unborn child. Larry made sure that Ally had someone looking after her at all times. He walked her home every night, and to work every morning. He was determined to make sure she was as safe as she could possibly be.

Ally's trial on her lawsuit against Douglas approached and she was nervous about it. She knew she would have to explain everything that had happened and she didn't know how she'd get through it. She knew Larry couldn't hold her hand as she told her story and that scared her. She had found such a wonderful security in him; she felt she could tell him anything.

The morning of the trial, Ally was sitting in the kitchen to hers and Renee's apartment sipping coffee, tapping her foot nervously. She was waiting for Larry to come pick her up like he usually did. She had about five minutes.

Renee came out of her room and approached Ally. "Hey honey," Renee greeted Ally. She knew that today was the day. She eyed Ally suspiciously. Ally seemed to be all right, but Renee could see right through that mask Ally had learned to put up. "Are you ready for today?"

Ally looked up at Renee, "Hey. Yeah, I'm ready for it. Let's just hope he gets put away forever," Ally sighed. Renee thought for a moment. "I'll be at the courthouse later on, okay?" she wasn't on call to the stand until the next day. She, being an eyewitness when Ally got knocked down the stairs, had to testify and she was more than willing to.

The doorbell rang. "He's early," Ally exclaimed.

"Good luck honey, I'll be there, kay?"

"Sure," Ally hugged Renee back and went to open the door with her briefcase, ready to go.

"Hey Mr. man," she said as she looked at Larry and smiled.

"Are you ready for today honey?" Larry asked with concern dripping from his voice.

Ally took a deep breath and sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be," she stated, taking his hand and closing the door behind her.

Ally surprisingly got through most of the preliminary questioning about her first experiences with Douglas, however when it got to describing her latest escapade with him, she was at a loss for words. She couldn't even remember telling Larry what had happened, even though in the back of her mind she subconsciously knew she had.

Larry approached her slowly. "Miss McBeal," he began, very professionally. "Can you please describe to the jury the events of your recent kidnapping?" He looked at her, close to as nervous as she was. When he noticed she hadn't said anything yet he tried to comfort her. "Take all the time you need."

"Well, I was out on a date with Mr. Paul here," indicating Larry as he bowed his head, "and he had gone to the bathroom. I said I would be outside, I wanted some fresh air before we caught a cab to go home." Ally paused and took a deep deep breath. "Well I stepped outside and before I knew it, I was being dragged really hard by my hair around the corner to the restaurant and then I remember getting hit, very hard, over the head. I had blacked out and before I knew it, I was tied to a chair and, in," Ally started flinching. "My old house in which I lived with" Ally hesitated, " Mr. Kaysen."

"And what do you remember after waking up?" Larry asked her gently, letting her know someone was on her side.

"Well, I remember seeing her," Ally pointed to Jamie, "and she started yelling at me about taking you away from her and she told me you had a son and that I was a home wrecker. I had said I didn't know that you two had had a son together and that I didn't think you were together," Ally paused, taking a deep breath dreading what she would have to say next.

"And you interaction with Mr. Kaysen, Miss McBeal. What was that like?" Larry had to be professional even though he didn't want to. He wished he could tell the story for her, because seeing the pain in her eyes of drudging up the memory ripped his heart out from his chest and fed it to a den of hungry lions.

"Well, he spoke roughly to me about how I shouldn't be a home wrecker and he, he licked my face saying he'd missed me and that the nights were, lonely and cold while, while, touching me." Ally shifted uncomfortably.

"Are you okay Miss McBeal?" Larry tried to comfort her. Ally nodded, "Please go on then."

"He, he asked me, if I had ever made love tied up and got on top of me. He started kissing my neck and then took a knife out and cut open my dress." Larry remembered seeing her with her dress completely open, her breasts hanging out. "He, he, grabbed me," Ally hesitated and swallowed tears, "and I cried out. He then put a gag on my mouth and continued to, to," Ally wiped her eyes she was crying in full now. "He continued to touch me everywhere, very roughly. He squeezed my breasts hard to where there were bruises," she remembered the tenderness that lasted more than a week, "and then Jamie had told him it was enough but, but he wasn't done with me yet. Next thing I know, I was smacked again and then I woke up in a hospital, sore all over with a bandage on my face," Ally's hand immediately went up to her face. She could feel the busted out scar that the smack had left.

"Well Miss McBeal, thank you for that, I can only imagine how hard it was for you to repeat that to all of us. One last question, pardon the pain it might cause, but, are you able to have children Ms. McBeal?" Larry asked.

"No, I," Ally started shaking violently.

"Are you okay Ms. McBeal?" the judge asked, genuinely worried for the young woman.

"I'm alright," Ally looked up. "I can't have children because of when Douglas pushed me down the stairs and I lost my child." Ally made eye contact with Renee, who had seen the whole thing and was crying herself at the thought of watching Ally fall down the stairs.

"Thank you Ms. McBeal. No further questions your honor," Larry sat down.

"You may step down Ms. McBeal," the judge said. "This court is in recess till tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. sharp." He hit the hammer on the mallet and everyone in the courtroom rose.

Ally was still sitting on the witness stand crying. Larry got up and went over to her and knelt down. "Ally, sweetie, come on, let's get you home."

Ally looked up at Larry. "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't wanna sleep alone," she managed to say in between sobs.

"Of course you can honey," Larry held onto her tight as they left the courthouse.

Larry had tucked Sam in and went into the bedroom where Ally was curled up in a ball towards the middle of the bed. Larry crawled into bed with her and started rubbing her back.

"Are you okay honey?" Larry asked looking at her forlornly.

"Am I demented?" Ally asked suddenly.

"Where did that come from Ally?" Larry asked, concerned.

"Well, I can't have children," she began to whimper softly. "I always wanted a child you know," Larry immediately thought of Sam.

"Well, you could think of Sam as your son if you want. As far as I'm concerned, Jamie is unfit to be a mother after what she coincided upon doing."

"I feel like I could never be everything to you Larry. I don't even know if I could ever bear to make love to you. I just, I have so many bad memories and as good as lovemaking sounds, it sounds one hundred times more painful when I think of what's happened to me already." Ally moaned softly in discontent.

"Ally, I am happy with you just the way you are. I love you just the way you are. I'm sure this will all pass, these feelings. Just give them time," he paused. "I'd wait for you forever Ally."

Ally gasped and looked up at him. "Would you really Larry? But it might be a long wait," she tried to warn him.

"Ally, I don't care. So long as I have you in my life, it doesn't matter to me."

Ally curled up against Larry crying herself to sleep softly. Larry just held her till she fell asleep and he too followed the pattern.

About two days later, the jury came back with a verdict finding Douglas guilty of abuse in the first degree. He was sentenced to a life sentence due to mental and physical damages to Ally, no chance of parole. Ally had never been more relieved at a hearing in her life. Larry had turned to her and hugged her tight.

As far as Jamie was concerned, she was transferred to a mental institution for a psychiatric evaluation pending a possible jail sentence herself for being an accomplice to the kidnapping of Ally McBeal.

As far as Larry was concerned, he was going to sue for sole custody, due to Jamie's psychotic behavior, which he knew he would be granted. He would have a family with Ally; he wanted that more than anything in the world. The question was, did Ally want that? Could she handle that right now? he pondered.

Him and Ally were curled up on his bed; she was in a ball cuddled up next to him like a kitten. He gazed at her as she stared absentmindedly at the television set; her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. "Care to share?" he asked gently.

"Well," Ally sighed. Slowly and carefully, she looked up at him. "When you said you'd wait for me," she began watching his facial expressions fearing they wouldn't turn sour on her. "You weren't kidding, or or lying, were you?"

"Ally squeezed her shoulders in reassurance. "No honey, not in the least. That is not what's important to me. What's important to me is that you feel safe and comfortable and loved," he paused, "cause you are. Loved I mean," he clarified. God her eyes are beautiful, he thought, as he got lost in them.

That was exactly what Ally wanted to hear. She leaned up to kiss him, gently at first, but then it changed. It became passionate, something she had never tried with Larry before. She was too terrified. "Larry, I'm ready." She laid flat on her back and looked at him.

"Ally, are you sure?" Larry looked at her, worried. He didn't want to rush anything and he had no idea what was going through Ally's mind at that moment.

"Just be careful," she whispered. "I haven't done this willingly in like almost a year."

Larry leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the lips, making his way down towards her neck gently kissing her all over. Ally moaned in pleasure, but Larry could feel her whole body trembling. She's not ready, he thought. Larry stopped and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Ally looked at him, confused.

"You're not ready are you?" Larry asked in dismay.

"Larry, no matter when we do this, I'm never gonna be 'ready.' When you've gone through what I've gone through, you're never going to be ready for this again. But I want to, I want to give myself to you, completely. If I can't trust you," she paused slightly and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Then I can't trust anybody. I love you Larry Paul."

Larry looked at her adoringly and kissed her gently and continued what he had started. He removed his shirt and Ally rose up to kiss his chest slowly and sweet. Larry pulled her oversized nightshirt over her head and looked at her. She's sooo beautiful, he thought as he leaned in to kiss her again. Larry caressed her gently.

Ally moaning in fright every now and then, but Larry relaxing her by stopping momentarily waiting for Ally to regain composure. Larry took it nice and slow as he began to make love to her. She was shaking like a leaf, but never insisted on stopping.

When they were done, Ally cried softly. This worried Larry. "Did I do something wrong honey?"

Ally looked up. "No, everything was, perfect. I'm just relieved to have found someone to love, finally." Ally sat up a little and kissed him.

Larry and Ally fell asleep to the hum of each other's heartbeats, content with life at that very moment.

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