HI so i spent most of my finals week watching Law & Order: SVU and semi-studying. This story literally popped into my head while i procrastinated studying for anthropology :3
ADA Rafael Barba has become my new favorite character. And because some people perceive him to be cold and emotionless, this fic really made me sit and think. And I decided that I just had to write it ;D
So, I hope y'all enjoy (and yes, the first chapter is a bit short).
ALSO I DON'T KNOW SPANISH (but i'm gunna learn) & i used Google Translate for some sentences so please don't kill me if i got anything wrong
^ i tried to put in some swears in spanish
from what i gathered, qué chingados means what the f*ck but i could be wrong (and if i am, please tell me!)
[Rafael's POV]
If you asked me this morning when I got out of bed if I'd be staring into the barrel of a gun today, I'd say that it was a possibility, but probably wouldn't happen.
Hell, the chances of me getting hit by a cab were higher.
So when, five hours later, I found himself stuck in a courtroom with a gun-wielding loco criminal, I mentally laughed at myself.
oh, the irony, Rafael. You put away criminals for a living. And, today, you just might die at the hands of one
It was supposed to be a simple case. Another attorney in the office had a family emergency and, because she asked, I took on the case for her.
this is what you get for playing nice, Rafael. Mama always told you to be cautious and simplemente había que ir ser el chico bueno
When the hearing started, the accused sat in silence. His head was down, averting eye contact, with his hands in his lap. Just as the judge banged his gavel, all hell broke loose.
Five shots were fired; three took out the security guards standing at the entrance, one took out the public defender, and the last one….
i don't know where the last goddamn bullet went… where in the hell…..
Someone pushed me down; out of the line of fire, I presume.
qué chingados why is my side hurting