The Life of a Spy: A Chuck Fanfiction

Chapter 22

Warning!! This chapter rehashes the attempted sexual assault. Please don't read if this could be triggering for you.

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I got up in the morning and showered. I pulled my hair up into a bun, and put on a dark suit with a white shirt. A car was downstairs to collect me and take me to the hearing.

I was sitting in the courtroom for only a few minutes before the lawyer that was prosecuting Evan walked in. She sat down next to me and walked me through what would happen. I would have to take the stand and tell the tribunal what happened that night. She told me not to even acknowledge Evan. He was dirt. She warned that his lawyer would try to discredit me.

Just as she was finished speaking, a door on the side of the room opened and Evan was escorted in, along with his lawyer. Evan was dressed in uniform. His hair had been shaved off, and was much shorter. He turned to smirk at me; I only glared.

The panel of judges came in and the court was called to order. The prosecutor made some opening remarks before calling me to the stand. I got up and walked to the witness' chair and was sworn in before I sat down.

"Please state your name for the Court," she told me.

"My name is Katherine Bartowski."

"How do you know the defendant?"

I crossed my ankles and took a breath to steady myself, "I met Evan Gatlin when we were assigned to same mission ten years ago. For part of those ten years we had a romantic relationship," I replied.

"How long did that relationship last?"

"Two and a half years. We had recently rekindled that relationship before all of this happened."

"As you are aware, this trial only pertains to his assault and battery and attempted sexual assault charges, but can you tell us about your recent professional relationship with Mr. Gatlin?" The prosecutor prompts.

"At my sister's wedding reception he approached me with the offer to come work for his team in Los Angeles. He was also there to bring Bryce Larkin in. I accepted his offer. It was that night that we rekindled our romantic relationship." I glanced up at the panel of judges and back at the prosecutor. "He recruited me into an organization known as the Ring. He had me kill an innocent man to solidify my ties to that organization."

"An action for which you were granted immunity for?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What happened the night that you were assaulted?"

"That was the night I killed that man. I was a mess. We went home. I remember being zoned out on the ride home. I ran inside because I was about to puke. He was at my side in an instant. Mr. Gatlin was rubbing my back. Once I was done brushing my teeth, I climbed into bed, and he was there again, curled around me. It was like he had to be touching me at all times. It was a struggle to get up out of his grasp. I went to the kitchen because I needed a drink.

"It was at point, we started doing shots. We were both drunk. He was all over me. He wanted to have sex. I told him no, several times. He bit down on my shoulder, drawing blood."

"I'm handing you what has been marked as exhibit A. Can you tell me what I've just handed you?" The prosecutor handed me a picture of my shoulder that Casey had taken that morning.

"This is a photo of the bite mark on my right shoulder," I replied. The prosecutor went through the proper procedure to enter it into evidence and the photo was passed to the judges.

"Continue what happened that night, please."

"I tried to get away from him. He's faster than I am. We fought. He kissed me, and I bit him, but he liked it. I drew blood. "He told me that he knew I liked it rough, and he slammed me down on the kitchen table. I managed to fight him off, and I rolled off the table. I hit the floor. He came around and picked me up, pinning me to the wall. He ripped open my shirt. I kneed him in the groin and ran to my room. At which time I grabbed my gun from my safe. I warned him several times not to come any closer or I'd shoot. He came closer, saying that he didn't believe I'd actually shoot him. I shot him twice in the leg and ran out of there." The entire time I'd been talking, I was digging my nail into my palm so that I would only think about that pain. I looked down to find I was bleeding. I grabbed a tissue to try to stop the blood.