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Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: Everything through Episode 134, then it drifts into AU
Summary: They looooove you. They want to have your babies.
January 2016
"Oh my gosh!" Evy exclaimed. "Daddy, you are, like, totally famous!"
Gregory lowered his newspaper and looked at his youngest child. The teenager was busy rapidly tapping out a message on her iPhone. "How so?"
She glanced up, her brown eyes lit up like the sun. "You're trending on Twitter and Facebook!" To his right, he heard Olivia giggle as he folded the financial section closed. "These chicks are completely fan girling over you!"
"Fan girling?" he muttered.
"Your closing argument rocked their worlds." She tossed her phone to him and pulled her knees to her chest. "They looooove you. They want to have your babies."
He scoffed as he scrolled through the open app. The Internet was truly the bastion of the lowest common denominator of the human race. Olivia's hand rested on his thigh as she leaned in to look. "Look, darling. Someone named ShallowMarshmallow wants you to defend her all over." She glanced up, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Special emphasis on 'all'."
Across the room, Evy snickered. "Look out, Mom. Daddy's fan girls are some serious competition."
"This is ridiculous," he grumbled, sitting up to set the phone on the coffee table. "The case was more than ten years ago." At the time, he wasn't thrilled his client's family announced a film crew would record everything related to the trial for a proposed documentary. But, there was no way to predict the overwhelming sensation the documentary would become a decade later. There was even talk of an Oscar nomination.
"What's ridiculous," Olivia murmured, "is you pretending you don't love every moment of this attention." He glared at his wife's smirk and stood up. She watched him innocently as she marveled, "'Gregory Richards, the white knight of criminal defense'."
"More like, 'Gregory Richards, the raging Internet crush of a lot of women," Evy piped up as a giggle rose in her throat, "and…some men'."
Gregory cleared his throat. "When the two of you calm down, I'll be waiting in the car so we can go to dinner."
As he walked out of the living room, he heard Evy suggest, "We should totally tweet an invite to ShallowMarshmallow. If it came to it, I think you could take her, Mom."
His wife's laughter segued into a sigh as she caught up to him. As her arm threaded through his, she pressed herself against him and asked, "Perhaps you'll find I need defending all over later tonight."
He chuckled and growled in her ear, "The defense will not rest."
"Anyway," Evy announced as she brushed past them, "while you two decide if you need a room, I'll be waiting in the driver's seat." She glanced over her shoulder, flashing them a brilliant smile. "First one to the cars gets to drive, remember?"
"Damn," he muttered as she disappeared into the kitchen and to the garage beyond it. That meant only one thing: Evy was making a bee line for his car.
His wife patted his chest as he sighed deeply. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Admit you love the attention," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "and I won't be a hostile witness." His only reply was a deep kiss as he held onto her hips.
THE END.
A/N: This story serves absolutely no purpose except as an outlet for my profound amusement that the Internet is currently crushing on the defense lawyers from "Making a Murderer". Well played, Internet. Well played.