Disclaimer: Not mine. Dick Wolf's. All I have to say about that.
A/O oneshot. It's meant to be humorous, so NO FLAMES!
Alex squirmed in her chair at the prosecution table. She was wishing the judge would call a recess so she could put some ice or something on her aching backside. Last night, she'd been given a spanking, and Olivia had promised her that she wouldn't be able to sit today. Alex had laughed, but Olivia had made good on her threat. Alex's bottom was still throbbing and she couldn't help but wriggle around in her seat. Getting comfortable in this hard wooden chair was going to prove impossible.
Judge Petrovsky frowned at Alex over her glasses. "Something wrong, Ms. Cabot?"
Alex gritted her teeth and shook her head, folding her hands in her lap and trying not to squirm. "No, ma'am." She managed not to turn to look at Olivia, who was sitting in the second row of the gallery. Alex was sure of the wide grin she'd see on her girlfriend's face, and frankly, she didn't want to see it. Yes, Olivia's revenge was sweet, but for Alex, it was just plain painful. No, it was torture.
Alex fidgeted in her seat, waiting for the defense's cross examination to be over so she could redirect. Finally, Trevor Langan said, "Nothing further."
Alex jumped up. "Redirect, Your Honor."
Judge Petrovsky raised an eyebrow in amusement and nodded.
Alex tried to think of a question to ask. She didn't really have one; she just wanted an excuse to relieve the pressure on her tender backside. "Um, never mind," she said finally, after considering for a few moments and coming up with nothing. All she could really think of right now was the incessant throbbing in her bottom.
"All right," said the judge, rolling her eyes as she turned to the witness. "You're excused."
Alex winced as she sat down, her well-spanked bottom coming into contact with the uncomfortable wooden chair. She stifled her cry of pain. It hurt so much! She promised herself she would get Olivia back later for this.
"Ms. Cabot." Judge Petrovsky's icy voice interrupted her thoughts. "Call your next witness."
Alex shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. She finally gave up and stood. "Your Honor, the prosecution requests a short recess."
"Lunch is in thirty minutes," snapped the judge. "We'll break then. Call your next witness."
Alex clenched handfuls of her skirt and bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure she'd be able to take thirty minutes of this pain. Not that she'd really be able to do anything for the pain anyway. Olivia refused to let her take any painkillers or to put soothing cream on her backside or even sit on a pillow (which she wouldn't do anyway). "What good would a spanking be if it didn't hurt?" she had asked disapprovingly.
Alex gritted her teeth. "The State calls Martine James to the stand."
She waited a moment, but the witness didn't appear. This was just great. Alex had seen her an hour before, waiting outside the courtroom – or at least, she thought she had. She couldn't really remember. All she could focus on was the fire in her backside. "The prosecution requests a short recess," repeated Alex.
"Denied," said the judge sharply. "Where is your witness, Ms. Cabot?"
Alex forced herself to meet Judge Petrovsky's eyes. "I don't know."
"Detective Benson," called the judge. "Where is this witness?"
Olivia stood up. "I don't know, Your Honor. I'll try to track her down."
"Thank you." She turned to Alex. "Call your next witness."
"The prosecution calls Maria LeBlanc to the stand," said Alex. At least she could stand for her questioning of the witness.
A tall woman with dark hair came up to the witness stand. She was sworn in and sat down as Alex tried to figure out a way to prolong the examination. She knew she wouldn't last until lunch if she had to sit.
She questioned the witness as slowly as she could until Judge Petrovsky snapped, "Ms. Cabot, could we hurry up please?"
Alex finished up and made her way back to her seat, wincing again as she sat down. She hoped the judge hadn't noticed, but the twinkle in her eye said very clearly that she had. Well. That was just great.
She tried to limit her fidgeting while Trevor cross-examined the witness. She wasn't really paying much attention and was startled when Judge Petrovsky asked sharply, "Any objections, Ms. Cabot?"
Alex didn't want to let on that she hadn't been paying attention and she didn't want to ask the judge to repeat the question, so she guessed, "Um, yes. Objection!"
Judge Petrovsky smirked. "Sustained. Pay a bit more attention next time, Ms. Cabot."
Alex blushed and nodded as Trevor continued his questioning.
When he was finished, she knew better than to redirect again when she didn't know what to say. The judge seemed to take pity on her and said, "We'll break early for lunch." She banged her gavel. "Adjourned."
Alex breathed a sigh of relief and leapt up, ready to walk around for a bit and relieve the burning in her bottom. But she stopped and turned around when she heard the judge calling her name.
Judge Petrovsky beckoned Alex toward her, then whispered conspiratorially, "Tell Detective Benson to go a bit easier on you next time."
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