Guilty on all charges. Maureen could hardly contain her excitement. For the first time in ages, she felt really, truly, happy. Joanne leaned over and kissed Maureen's cheek. A young man with red hair and green eyes walked over to where the couple was sitting with Olivia.

"Maureen, this is Zack Chikes. He's the friend of Dan's I told you about," Olivia said. She too had told Maureen about the police officer's willingness to help. Maureen shook Zack's hand.

"Thank you for your help," she said from her wheelchair.

"Anything I could do to help. I couldn't believe a cop was capable of something like this. But then again, there was always something about Dan."

"I wish I knew how I could thank you for all you've done."

"Just get better, and keep in touch." Zack handed Maureen his business card. "You're a remarkable young woman, and you're lucky to have such amazing people around you." Maureen smiled.

"Thank you." Zack nodded politely towards Olivia and Joanne and left.

Maureen reached over and entwined her fingers with Joanne's. It had been a long day, and she wanted to go home. Joanne kissed the back of Maureen's hand.

"You read to go, Maureen?" she asked. Maureen nodded.

"Yeah," she replied. The couple said goodbye to Olivia and left to go home.

As soon as Joanne and Maureen got home, Joanne produced a bottle of wine to celebrate the victory. Maureen sat on the couch and tucked her legs under her. Joanne sat down next to her and handed her a glass of wine.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Relieved, it's over. I can't believe we won. I feel…free." Joanne kissed Maureen's cheek.

"You should feel proud too. Zack's right, you are a remarkable woman." Maureen put her glass of wine on the coffee table and began to kiss Joanne passionately. Joanne put her glass next to Maureen's and fell back on the couch. She slid her hand under the diva's shirt. Maureen gasped. It was unclear as the whether Maureen was shocked by Joanne's gentle touch or if she didn't want to go any farther, so Joanne stopped.

"Don't stop, please."

"You sure?" Maureen nodded. Joanne began to kiss Maureen again.

The sex was slow and passionate, nothing like before. When they were done, Maureen was laying on top of Joanne with her head on the lawyer's chest. Joanne was absentmindedly stroking her long hair. Suddenly, Maureen stood up and wrapped a blanket around her.

"Where are you going?" Joanne asked as she sat up. Maureen grabbed her cane.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she replied. Carefully not to trip on the blanket around her shoulders, Maureen made her way to the bathroom.

As Maureen washed her hands, she glanced up at the mirror. The color had returned to her cheeks, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. Maureen tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued to look at her reflection. There seemed to be a different aura around her. She was a fighter, a survivor, and a diva no longer.

The End