'yeah, he does.'

day nine

as usual, i didn't really sleep. i only put the explanation of the case into words on my laptop so i wouldn't make a fool of myself in court.

the case was simple, wrongly accused for murder of his wife. the man wasn't lying when he said his alibi checked out.

i asked avery for a ride to the crime scene. in about twenty minutes of stupid puns, avery's bad music and my delectable music choice, we were there. i told avery to go home and make out with carlos and not to wait up.

i walked up to the police tape and showed the guard my police badge  he lifted the tape for me to walk in.

immediately, i walked to the spot between the couch and the coffee table and i found what i was looking for: blood. not the wife's, not the accused, someone else's.

i called a fucking whatever-they're-called and pointed him to it.

i hailed a cab off of the busy avenue and headed to court. i was due in twenty.

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"jay, where were you the night of the murder? and, please excuse the cliche statement." i said, trying to lighten the mood. i was practically known for that.

"i-i was out. at a bar. with my friends. i came home at around three, maybe four in the morning." he said.

"perfect, the autopsy report states that this woman properly died at twelve thirty-four. and i understand there are some people that think it isn't enough evidence; let me proceed. i call witness anthony lopez to the stand."

anthony slowly made his way to the stand. the judge reminded him that he was under oath; he couldn't lie.

"well, i was designated driver that night, and i dropped jason off at, like, three thirty. after, i dropped off jacob and casey and then i went home. a few hours later, i got a call from david and he told me what happened: he came home and found her on the kitchen floor. no pulse, knife in her stomach. and i called the police. that's where it ends." opposing counsel seemed on edge, what i hoped for.

"anthony, you walked anthony to his couch, right? did you happen to see this?" i clicked for the next slide on the monitor and saw him bite his lip.

"uh, yeah. i did. but i didn't question it."

"and why was that?" i asked naturally curious. "and remember, you are under oath."

"well, uh, elena was," he paused to look at jay; he nodded. "elena was sometimes abusive, just verbally at first, jay told me. then she started hitting him. sometimes, jay would come to my house bleeding and i would patch him up. he never told anyone about it because he still loved her."

i could hear opposing counsel whispering for each other to use that for later.

"your witness," i said, smirking.

she walked up there and said what i thought she was going to say.

"anthony, you said that elena would hit jay. if i were to slap you, your natural human instincts would be to fight back. what's to say that jay's instincts were to kick in a little later?" she asked. anthony nodded his head no.

"i saw the look in his eyes when he used to talk about her. they would light up when he spoke each word. i know that look; its the lovesick jay look." the i realized: anthony has a crush on jay, big-time.

without warning, i stood up on the table in front one me, earning a couple of giggles from the gallery and a glare from the judge. i then kicked my folders all over the place, school's-out-for-summer style, earning a gasp from oliver next to me.

"detective, i hope you have good reason for this." she said with stern look.

"right now, your honor is probably wanting to kill me right now. and, oliver, my second chair, also wants me dead because i threw our game plan all over the floor. will they act on this need? no. because they love me. and jay loves, even now, elena. i call to the witness stand, jay!" i said with an air of drama.

"thanks, now sit, paul revere." opposing counsel said, earning a few laughs. i complied, picking up the files on the way down. i sat and started playing with my hair, bored out of my mind. a while later, the judge asked for the closings.

"ma'am, this man is innocent. he came home intoxicated and found his dead wife. the killer used gloves, and jay removed the knife in a state of shock. he then called his only other support system, anthony, for help. the police were called on him, and he was wrongly accused. the only reason that they accused him so early is because he seemed like the only viable option. but that blood stain doesn't match up with jay's. it matches up with the man in the last row, closest to the door: david martinez." the judge looked surprised, maybe because i had my feet up on the desk, or because i solved the case in a matter of seconds. who knows?

"impressive, detective diaz. jay is to be set free and david is sentenced to life." she banged the gavel and i sped out of the courtroom.

i ran from the court to the hotel room, practically. i shoved all my clothes into the same bag and said goodbye to avery and casey, promising to stay in touch. i ran down the stairs and turned my key in.

i called a cab to the airport and got there in thirty minutes. i ran through the halls, looking for my preferred airline and booked a ticket for the closest flight. it was boarding in two minutes. that led to me sprinting to the gate, which may have looked strange, considering my leg-ness. i mean, i was a whole ass 6'4" and sprinting.

i got to the gate and showed them my ticket and made my way down the hall. i saw that the flight was surprisingly under-booked, and i was thankful for the legroom.

i plugged my headphones in and passed out for the rest of the flight.

(a/n: this chapter was trash, and i might rewrite it, or just imagine that he kicked ass in court.)