"Do you want any more before I toss this?" Kelly held out the tray of sushi towards the two girls as she wrinkled up her nose.

"Ugh. God no," Dinah groaned. "I don't think I could eat one more morsel. I never eat this much when I'm alone. You two are a terrible influence on me."

Phyllis scoffed. "Yeah, we're the bad influence." She rolled her eyes with a good natured smile. "As I recall this little bitch and binge was your idea." She grinned as she snatched a roll off the tray as Kelly walked by.

Dinah sighed as she sat down on the overstuffed sofa. "Yes it was." She waited for Kelly to reenter the room. "I thought we needed to talk." She glanced back at Kelly who nodded in agreement.

"Dinah's right," she said, her eyes wide as she looked at Phyllis. "We're kind of worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Phyllis chewed silently before swallowing hard. "Why?"

"Maybe worried is the wrong word." Dinah leaned forward a bit. "We don't want to see you get stuck in a rut. It's just…you've been in town over a month and I haven't seen you look at a guy or talk to a guy or talk about a guy…"

"Wait a minute, it's not like the two of you are knocking down doors over here…I don't see either one of you out tonight?"

"That's different." Kelly protested quickly. "We have dated. It just didn't work out."

"Right." Dinah agreed. "We've been in relationships, but you…you don't even seem to be willing to give it a try and we just don't want to see you give up the chance to be happy again. You've got way too much to offer someone. I mean, you're gorgeous and…"

Phyllis laughed out loud as she covered her mouth with her hand. "That's interesting coming from the two of you…." She smiled as she looked at them, her head shaking slowly. "Look. I appreciate it. I really do. It means a lot that you care. I never would have thought I would have ended up….that we would have ended up here."

"You can say that again," Kelly muttered. "If you'd told me a few years ago that I'd be sitting here with the two of you, I'd have told you that you were crazy."

"It certainly sounded crazy to me," Dinah said softly….

"So what exactly are your plans, Ms. Marler? Once you're released, you're going to need a place to live, a legitimate job, a means of support…Do you have anything lined up?" Alexis Davis stared across the table at a woman that could have just as easily been her. She got another chance and it seemed only right that she do what she could to make sure others were afforded the same opportunity.

"I don't know honestly," Dinah said softly. "I do know that I didn't come back here to fall back into the same old patterns. I turned myself in. I made this deal because I didn't want to be on the run anymore. I wanted to make amends for the things I've done, for the lies I've told. I want to try and make things better for the people I've hurt…if that's possible."

Alexis nodded. Amends. She knew all about those. "All you can do is try," she said softly with a smile. "The first you'll need is a stable income. What type of work have you done in the past?"

Dinah drew in a deep breath. "I actually owned a news studio in Springfield for a few years. It was successful. I enjoyed it. I was good at it. I miss that…being good at something."

"News?" Alexis thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I'm going to make a call and see if a contact of mine might be able to set you up with a job at a media company. I can't make any promises, but I'm in pretty tight with the owner and I'm pretty confident I can work something out."

"That would be incredible." Dinah's eyes lit up as she looked across the table. "I would really, really appreciate it. Thank you so much."

"Not a problem," Alexis said with a smile, "You just hang in there and with any luck I'll have you out of here within the week on a work release."

3 Days Later

"Would you let go of me!?" Kelly squealed as she struggled to walk ahead of the officer. "I'm telling you this is some kind of a mistake. If you'll just stop and listen to me…"

The officer sighed in frustration. "Listen lady—if I had a dollar for every time I supposedly arrested the wrong person, I wouldn't need this lousy job…now how about you just shut your mouth and cooperate before I have to add a resisting arrest charge?"

"I used to own a newspaper you know," she huffed. "I work for Derek Wells Media and I will make sure this is splashed across every media outlet I can get my hands on!"

"Yeah..Yeah..Yeah," he muttered, pointing to a small chair by the desk. "Just sit down here."

Alexis Davis slowed as she walked through the bullpen. "Excuse me," she said, grabbing the officer as he passed by. "Who is that woman sitting there?"

"Oh," he smiled, "Yeah, that would be your client, Dinah Marler…the one I believe you were just about to clear to vacate the premises on a work release." He scoffed. "I don't think that's going to be happening."

"Funny thing," she said, leaning in a bit closer, "I just saw Dinah Marler no less than five minutes ago. I'm not sure who that is, but it's not Ms. Marler."

Kelly smiled as she held the glass while Dinah poured the wine. "Thanks," she breathed. "I need a glass of wine even remembering it. That was not one of my better days."

"Yeah, you poor thing…you were arrested for ten minutes….that high class oppression must be tough." She grinned as she leaned back in the chair. "And you.." She raised her glass towards Phyllis, "You just missed all the fun."

"Hey!" Julian reached out, finally catching up and managing to grasp her shoulder. He shot her a confused look as she turned around to face him. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

Phyllis blinked at the man behind her. "Excuse me?"

He smiled. "I know you're technically off the clock and all, but something's come up and I could really use your help with this."

She shook her head. "Do I know you?"

"Ok, listen most days I would find your quirky sense of humor charming, but today I don't have time, Kelly. I really need you to work with me here and drop whatever this attitude is and come with me to…"

"I'm not Kelly," Phyllis said sternly, taking a step back.

Julian laughed. "What do you mean you're not Kelly?"

Phyllis glared at him. "I mean, I'm not Kelly. My name is Phyllis and I've been in this town all of about seventeen minutes which has been about sixteen too long."

"You're serious," he sighed. "You're really not Kelly Cramer."

"No. I'm not." Phyllis sighed as she ran her hands through her hair. "I need a drink," she muttered.

"There's a place not far..The Floating Rib," he said quietly. "It's a good place. I'm sorry about this…" He stood and watched as she walked away still a bit befuddled by the entire event. Shaking his head, he sighed and headed in the other direction.