#197 - Jizo - Slam Dunk - Zippit
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tamingthemuseTitle: Slam Dunk
Author: Zippit
Fandom: N/A
Series: N/A
Character(s): N/A
Prompt: #197 - Jizo (8.47)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 673
Disclaimer: If you recognize anyone in this piece, I am in no way affiliated with or know them personally. I am neither making a profit nor plan to do so. This is nothing more than an exercise in fiction. This is a result of an overactive imagination and I claim no truth to these words.
Author’s Note: *sleepy*
Summary: He's good at his job.
Note: Flocked, but there are several members of TTM on my flist.
Slam Dunk
Thomas Kilner was late to this morning's hearing. He hated being late. He walked down the courthouse hall and took a sip of NOS energy drink from his travel mug. He tipped his head to Dave guarding the Judge's chambers then walked into the courtroom where everyone was already assembled. Judge Pemberton let his glasses slip to the edge of his nose as he watched Thomas walk all the way to his table. There was Gluck, the simpering court stenographer, entrenched behind his desk. The jury was also there in their mismatched business casual and summertime outfits.
Thomas nodded to Malsam, the rookie lawyer the firm had assigned to him, and slid into his seat. Judge Pemberton cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Thomas as if expecting an apology. It wasn't his fault the DOT had decided to block two of the main routes to the courthouse. Malsam placed the case file in front of him, already opened to the pertinent pages, an overview of the evidence and rebuttals given by both sides. Their client, Mr. Gordon, was seated to Thomas' left and gave a nod at Thomas' look.
Malsam scribbled Thomas a note just as Baliff Helton started on the day's procedures. The note read: It's done. Everything you wanted is in place. Now all Thomas needed was for the verdict to be read and he could call it a day.
He glanced across at the prosecution's table. Jackson and Henderson were tense. They were the best state DAs but they'd never won against him. Thomas smirked and leaned back in his chair as Judge Pemberton gave a brief overview of the case presented to the jurors.
"Michael Gordon stands accused of murdering Kenneth Johnson because of a failed business partnership. Both the prosecution and the defense have presented their cases. You are now called upon to decide the guilt of Michael Gordon." Pemberton waved his hand in the direction of Thomas' table. "Your decision not only affects the life of Michael Gordon but the lives of Kenneth Johnson's family." Another wave this time toward the somber clump of people behind the prosecution. "All rise and proceed to deliberation."
Thomas watched the jury file out. There was no possibility they wouldn't rule in his favor. The foreman, a doddering brunette, would have her affair with her husband's business partner go public. The easy going blond's gambling funds would dry up and the harried looking restaurant owner would have horrible reviews from the next critic that visited. This case was a slam dunk. Malsam tilted his notepad towards him. All evidence points to guilt. How will they rule innocent?
He wrote back. Just wait. Malsam had helped him prep the case from docket to trial. He’d run very thorough background checks and when they didn't meet Thomas' standards he'd made him dig deeper. Malsam called ex-lovers, ex-friends, current and former bosses, school deans, you name it, for information. He'd even let Malsam ask some questions during jury selection. No better way for him to learn. But Malsam was right. Gordon was guilty. Thomas just needed to prove reasonable doubt that he wasn't the only one that wanted Johnson dead.
The jury came back from deliberations after just twenty minutes. Pemberton's eyes pinched in around the corners as he read the verdict aloud. "Not guilty."
Gordon shook his and Malsam's hands. There'd be a big fat paycheck waiting for the both of them. Thomas didn't pay much attention to the commotion on the opposite side of the courtroom. The trial had been hard for Kenneth's pregnant wife. She'd had to leave the courtroom many times to prevent her sobs from being disrupting. The noise died down and Thomas assumed Mrs. Johnson had left the courtroom. A moment later his cellphone buzzed. It was a simple text message that said Delivered. Mrs. Johnson now had in her possession the notification of an anonymous trust fund in her husband's name for their unborn child. It would come into her possession once the baby was born.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: N/A
Series: N/A
Character(s): N/A
Prompt: #197 - Jizo (8.47)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 673
Disclaimer: If you recognize anyone in this piece, I am in no way affiliated with or know them personally. I am neither making a profit nor plan to do so. This is nothing more than an exercise in fiction. This is a result of an overactive imagination and I claim no truth to these words.
Author’s Note: *sleepy*
Summary: He's good at his job.
Note: Flocked, but there are several members of TTM on my flist.
Slam Dunk
Thomas Kilner was late to this morning's hearing. He hated being late. He walked down the courthouse hall and took a sip of NOS energy drink from his travel mug. He tipped his head to Dave guarding the Judge's chambers then walked into the courtroom where everyone was already assembled. Judge Pemberton let his glasses slip to the edge of his nose as he watched Thomas walk all the way to his table. There was Gluck, the simpering court stenographer, entrenched behind his desk. The jury was also there in their mismatched business casual and summertime outfits.
Thomas nodded to Malsam, the rookie lawyer the firm had assigned to him, and slid into his seat. Judge Pemberton cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Thomas as if expecting an apology. It wasn't his fault the DOT had decided to block two of the main routes to the courthouse. Malsam placed the case file in front of him, already opened to the pertinent pages, an overview of the evidence and rebuttals given by both sides. Their client, Mr. Gordon, was seated to Thomas' left and gave a nod at Thomas' look.
Malsam scribbled Thomas a note just as Baliff Helton started on the day's procedures. The note read: It's done. Everything you wanted is in place. Now all Thomas needed was for the verdict to be read and he could call it a day.
He glanced across at the prosecution's table. Jackson and Henderson were tense. They were the best state DAs but they'd never won against him. Thomas smirked and leaned back in his chair as Judge Pemberton gave a brief overview of the case presented to the jurors.
"Michael Gordon stands accused of murdering Kenneth Johnson because of a failed business partnership. Both the prosecution and the defense have presented their cases. You are now called upon to decide the guilt of Michael Gordon." Pemberton waved his hand in the direction of Thomas' table. "Your decision not only affects the life of Michael Gordon but the lives of Kenneth Johnson's family." Another wave this time toward the somber clump of people behind the prosecution. "All rise and proceed to deliberation."
Thomas watched the jury file out. There was no possibility they wouldn't rule in his favor. The foreman, a doddering brunette, would have her affair with her husband's business partner go public. The easy going blond's gambling funds would dry up and the harried looking restaurant owner would have horrible reviews from the next critic that visited. This case was a slam dunk. Malsam tilted his notepad towards him. All evidence points to guilt. How will they rule innocent?
He wrote back. Just wait. Malsam had helped him prep the case from docket to trial. He’d run very thorough background checks and when they didn't meet Thomas' standards he'd made him dig deeper. Malsam called ex-lovers, ex-friends, current and former bosses, school deans, you name it, for information. He'd even let Malsam ask some questions during jury selection. No better way for him to learn. But Malsam was right. Gordon was guilty. Thomas just needed to prove reasonable doubt that he wasn't the only one that wanted Johnson dead.
The jury came back from deliberations after just twenty minutes. Pemberton's eyes pinched in around the corners as he read the verdict aloud. "Not guilty."
Gordon shook his and Malsam's hands. There'd be a big fat paycheck waiting for the both of them. Thomas didn't pay much attention to the commotion on the opposite side of the courtroom. The trial had been hard for Kenneth's pregnant wife. She'd had to leave the courtroom many times to prevent her sobs from being disrupting. The noise died down and Thomas assumed Mrs. Johnson had left the courtroom. A moment later his cellphone buzzed. It was a simple text message that said Delivered. Mrs. Johnson now had in her possession the notification of an anonymous trust fund in her husband's name for their unborn child. It would come into her possession once the baby was born.
