This is a Ric/Diane fanfiction that I started awhile back and never got the chance to finish. Maybe since i have it posted here, it'll give me some inspiration to continue. For now it's for your reading pleasure.
Diane woke up exactly at seven a.m. She always woke up exactly at seven. Not a minute sooner or later. She groaned softly, pulling the covers over her face. She wasn’t ready to face her day. She had back to back cases at the courthouse but going to work gave her an excuse. An excuse not to home. After a few minutes of lying in bed, Diane finally got to her feet and walked over to the closet. She pulled out her dress pants, her suit jacket and a long sleeve to go under it. Diane tossed all three items on her bed before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. She shed all of her clothes and looked herself in the mirror for a few moments. She rubbed the bruises that finally were beginning to heal. She stepped into the hot shower, letting the hot water soak her bruises. After her showe, Diane put her makeup on, covering the lines under her eyes. Her mind was everywhere so she wasn’t getting much sleep. After getting dressed, she grabbed her case files from the living room where she spotted a note from her husband.
Don’t forget we have dinner reservations tonight at 8pm.
Diane sighed as she read the note. Michael would probably drone on and on about his work, which honestly, Diane had no interest in. Michael worked more than Diane did, which said something about their relationship. Diane did her best to try and push it to the back of her mind. She arrived at the courthouse a bit early and her mind was in its’ own world. Her eyes were looking down at a case file as she walked and before she knew it, she had physical contact with another human being and watched as her case files fell to the floor. Diane let out a soft groan, having a feeling this day was going to be just one of those days where everything and anything would go wrong.
“You’re not happy to see me.” Ric Lansing smiled at her as he knelt down to help her pick up the files she had dropped.
She smiled a little bit. It was rare for her to smile but when she did, she was beautiful. Ric smirked as he got her to smile because even he knew getting Diane Miller to smile was a very rare occurrence.
“I’m sorry, it’s been a bad morning and I haven’t even stepped into the courtroom yet.” She told him. “If I’ve already almost plowed you down in the hallway, I guess that is an indication of how horrible the rest of my day is going to be.” She said.
“You haven’t changed one bit, Diane.” Ric told her. He knew her to be hardass, and that she was.
“If your court record is still the same as when you left, I guess you haven’t changed either.” She teased him slightly. They had a way of getting on each others’ nerves.
He smirked a little bit. “Very funny, Diane. Very funny.”
“So, what case are you trying today?” Ric asked her. If there was one thing Ric knew about Diane, it was that she was a damn good attorney. He wouldn’t admit that to her directly but he knew.
“Thompson vs. State of New York.” She told Ric.
“I assume you’re defending, right?” Ric asked her.
“I am the best defense attorney this town has.” Diane informed him with a confident smile.
“Well, sorry to break it to you, but your up against the best prosecution lawyer this town has.” He told her with the same smile.
“Oh, you must mean that sorry excuse of a prosecutor Claire Wal…” Diane starts but stops because she knew he was talking about himself.
“God no. My nightmares have come true.” She teased him gently.
“You mean your fantasies, Diane.” Ric smirked at her. He was arrogant and conceited but he liked getting to her.
“Oh shut up. You won’t be tooting your own horn when I wipe the floor with you today.” She said.
“We’ll see about that Miss Miller.” Ric told her as they sat down on a bench in the hallway.
“So, tell me, are you back in town for good now?” Diane asked, knowing he had been gone for some time to get his life back on track after his bastard of a father, Trevor Lansing, came and disrupted it.
“That’s what it looks like.” Ric told her and when he glanced down, he spotted a ring.
“Diane, don’t tell me, you of all people. Especially you, since you made it your life duty to swear off all men.” He smirked. At one time, Ric tried making passes at Diane but she wouldn’t have any of that.
“I know, I know. It happened. We’ve been married for a year now.” Diane said, not really wanting to talk about Michael because work was the only place where she could forget about him.
“So, who is your dashing husband? And if you say Max Giambetti you should lose your lawyer license because that would be the worst mistake you could make.” He smiled at her. At one time Diane had been with Max, and that was the time when Ric was trying to see Diane on a personal level and she wasn’t having it.
“He wasn’t even that bad, Ric. You were just jealous.” She smiled and nudged his shoulder.
Maybe I was. He thought to himself but just laughed softly.
“If you must know my husband is Michael and…” Diane said but she was interrupted by the bailiffs to let her and Ric know that they could go into the courtroom.
“Let the best one win.” Ric said as he offered his hand to her to help her up but also to shake hands.
She took his hand to shake but also to help her to her feet.
“Which will be me.” They both said simultaneously.
Diane laughed softly before heading inside the courtroom. Maybe the day wouldn’t be so bad after all.