Ellen does something that is either really stupid or completely inspired: she pregames. Just one shot, but since she hasn’t eaten anything yet, it will have its effect. The thing is, she is really nervous. Ellen has always, always found Patty attractive and if she could let herself think that they are on the brink of taking their relationship to a ( Read more... )

Patty and Catherine are never far from Ellen’s thoughts on Saturday, but she resists the temptation to call. Patty will call her. She always has. Sometimes Ellen thinks she’s been waiting for Patty to call these last nine years.

I am offering you my hand, Ellen. I will not offer it again.

Ellen didn’t believe those words at the time, and she doesn’t ( Read more... )

Patty hangs up the phone and calls Detective Huntley.

“She’s found,” Patty says when he picks up. “You can call off the search.”

“Oh! That’s… that’s wonderful. She’s home?”

“She will be soon,” Patty says. Patty knows the detective wants more details, but she doesn’t feel like giving them right now. Instead she tells him sincerely, “Thank you for your ( Read more... )

Having finished her lasagna and cleared her plate, Catherine says, “So. I guess you want me to make that call.”

“Yes,” Ellen says.

Ellen hands Catherine her phone.

Catherine moves away from Ellen, toward the living room, making the call a little more private.

“Here goes nothing,” she says, and dials. She waits. “Voicemail,” she mouths at Ellen. She ( Read more... )

It’s nine pm on Friday and Ellen has finally reached home after her third late night at the office in as many days. As she approaches her apartment and digs in her bag for her keys, she nearly trips over a dark shape huddled in the door frame. Upon inspection, the shape turns out to be a sleeping girl, age perhaps twelve, slumped over and leaning ( Read more... )

Ellen is tired to death of meeting with prospective clients. When she pictured going out on her own, she imagined going up against the most successful attorneys in the city, making CEOs sweat during depositions, raking in billions in settlements for innocent victims of negligence, fraud and corruption. Ellen Parsons: maverick. So far, it’s just ( Read more... )

Patty smiles a tight, reptilian smile. “Did you lose something?” She indicates the dress on the floor ( Read more... )

Damages Fic set in Season 2, I Agree, It Wasn’t Funny. Summary:  Ellen wears a wire to the party for Tom, and things don’t go as planned. Patty/Ellen.

The two FBI agents have made themselves at home in Ellen’s hotel room. She gives them an appraising glance as she retrieves three beers from the bar (one of the advantages of hotel life). Sometimes ( Read more... )