To Deal With It

chapter nineteen

A/N: ok guys, I really have no idea about court stuff, so if I did something wrong, sorry! I didn't want to look it all up because I'm lazy :/. Anyways, enjoy!

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Nineteen

“Will the prosecution please present their case?” my cousin that I haven’t seen in years requested of Yalow and the police officer, along with their lawyer. I couldn’t believe Marissa became a judge. I always knew she’d be great at whatever she did, though I’d never admitted that to her, but a judge? She was always the life of the party, and she becomes a boring old judge?

So Yalow’s lawyer and officer said a whole bunch of bullshit, but I’m not going to bore you with all the little detail they did. Some things I couldn’t believe they got their hands on. I was convinced that we’d be sent to jail. There was no avoiding it. Yet the entire time, Jay had a knowing smirk as she calmly watched them. What the hell could she be smirking at?! We’re gonna be sent to jail for who knows how long, and she freakin’ smirking?!?!

Marissa nodded when they finished. “Is that all you have to present?” They nodded, and she turned to us. “And now will the defense please present their case?”

The man, whose name was Ben Reginald, stood up and informed the judge with an even voice, “Your Honor, if it doesn’t bother the court, I’m going to have my student interne present the case.”

“Proceed,” Marissa waved off, and I was expecting someone else to stand, maybe Cal, but I was caught off guard when Jay stood up and faced the court. When did she become a student interne to a lawyer?

“Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I know my opponent has presented to you out just about every fact that can be presented to prove my clients guilty in every way possible. But…” Jay’s smirk grew. “They forgot to look deep between the lines.”

Jay walked over, opened the brief case, and took out a folder with a whole lot of papers. “Every single car that my clients “stole” was actually agreed to be taken in for repair. And here in this folder is every single agreement for every single car since my clients…met up with each other.” She handed the folder to Marissa, who started flipping through. Jay continued, “And I have here in the court all the car owners that have had their vehicles “stolen”.”

In the back of the courtroom, the huge group of people that had came in with Jay rose up from their chairs; damn, they were so many that half were on each side of the aisle. Thus began the long line of owners coming up alphabetically for Mr. Reginald to ask them if the signature on the paper was theirs and did they really give permission for us to “steal” them, and then Jay would ask how the car was before and after. I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. This seriously couldn’t be happening! This was way too good!

When at long last the last owner went back to his seat, Jay came up again. “You see? Not one car was stolen by my clients. And the thing is about my clients is this: they’re not a gang, cult, or whatever. They’re not hard core, street criminals. In fact, they treat each other like family when none of them are related in the least; well, besides Mr. Phoenix and Mr. Holloway, who are half brothers. But the point is that they have a real bond, unlike any other gang. This pack of brothers would do anything for each other. And that’s what family does, averagely, right?”

Everyone in the court murmured an agreement. Then Jay had one of the most impressive poker faces I’ve ever seen. “Unlike Mr. Sean Yalow’s gang.” The court gasped and went into a frenzy debate while Yalow gulped and paled a bit. Marissa shouted, “Order in the court! Go on, Ms. Kingsley, is it?”