Seven for a Secret Never To Be Told
by Capt. Blue Eyed Jane
Chapter 3
"All rise." Said the officer. The creaking of benches rang throughout the room as the officer took a folder to the judge. Handing it over her said, "This is case number four fifty nine on the matter of Sparrow minor versus Mr. And Mrs. Wilson." He turned back to the courtroom, "everything has been sworn in folks you may take your seats." Everyone sat down. Blaire looked over her shoulder and spotted Joan who gave her a meek smile. Judge Kathy Willows looked through the folder and started fact checking.
"You're Ms Sparrow correct?" Before Blaire could answer the doors to the back of the court house opened with a slam and two men walked in. The shorter one of the two wearing a leather jacket gave an apologetic yet cheeky smile.
"Um-is this the McMillan wedding?" No one answered, they just looked, and the taller of the two gave a sheepish grin. Sam then glared at Dean, and told him to shut up dragging his brother into two empty spots, co-incidentally behind Joan.
Joan turned her head saying softly; "smooth guys, real smooth."
The Judge gave a 'heh hem' to get everyone's attention back to the front.
"You are Miss Sparrow correct?" Judge Willows repeated.
Blaire nodded. "Yes your honour."
"And you're representing yourself."
Again Blaire nodded. "Yes." Judge Willows looked over her gold half moon glasses with piercing green eyes.
"Well that was pretty stupid don't you think?" a chuckle ran through the audience.
"I like doing things outside the crazed woollen covered box." She gave a flicker of a smirk, and the judge frowned at her and coughed, reorganizing the papers that were handed to her by the officer. Dean turned his head as Sam chuckled.
"What?" he whispered, Sam gave him a dismissive 'I'll tell you later' wave.
"You were friends with Miss Wilson?" asked the judge.
"Yes. She was one of my good ones." Said Blaire calmly.
"Did you have any problems with Miss Wilson?" Blaire shook her head.
"Never. We were always on good terms." The judge nodded then leaned back in her seat.
"Alright. How do you plead?'
"Innocent, your honour." The judge nodded in the direction of the Wilson's lawyers.
"Alright let's get this party started...." she muttered. Blaire was put on the pedestal. And the lawyer, a small balding man with beady eyes and a greasy come-over. Blaire had to stop herself from dry heaving.
"Miss. Sparrow." He started in a thunderous, demanding tone. "Is it true that you go to the same school as Miss Wilson?'
"Yes it is."
"And is it also true that you own a-" he pulled out a piece of paper. "Berretta 92 FS, a Bullwhip, and a Butterfly knife?"
"Objection, your honour, that's a leading question."
"I'll allow it." She said tiredly, Blaire rolled her eyes.
"Of course you will." She muttered. She turned her blue-grey eyes to the lawyer, "yes I do own them, but it's for hunting purposes only."
"As I know it, hunters use sniper rifles-" Blaire laughed in him face.
"A sniper really? A shotgun's better for medium range, especially if it's for a buck, a sniper would rip its heart out!" the judge slammed her hammer. Then turned to the lawyer.
"Continue."
"Why thank you your grace." He turned back to Blaire with an n evil glint in the beady little eyes.
"And it is also true Miss Sparrow that you neglected to follow the school's rules about carrying firearms within its walls?"
"By definition, good sir, a firearm is defined as: a small arms weapon, as a rifle or pistol, from which a projectile is fired from gunpowder. Subject A in which you no doubt refer is not classified as a fire arm, for it uses compressed air to fire." The lawyer froze for a moment. Dean turned to Sam who was smiling.
"Can you explain to me what the hell is going on here?" Sam leaned over.
"She's winning." The questions went one, and once the lawyer was exhausted from asking questions with not lead, he pulled back, and it was Blaire's turn to put someone on the pedestal. She chose the Dr. Drad who did the autopsy and was the local coroner.
"What did you find at the scene?" ask Blaire. Dr. Drad pushed the silver framed glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"We found Miss Wilson lying on the floor, the skin on the back of the head open with a small pool of blood around her, as well as a bullet wound to her upper torso near her heart."
"Was there blood on the shirt where she was shot?
"Yes"
"In which direction did the blood fall?"
Dr. Drad shifted in his seat, ploughing his hand through his short jet black hair. "Horizontally." Whispers went around the courtroom as well as the jurors.
"If you could draw a line across your chest with your finger in the direction of the blood for our jurors."
"Objection your honour the direction of blood flow does not pertain the explicit murder in which we are dealing with."
"I object to your objection it has everything to prove my innocence Mr. Harper, for if you say I had an argument with Miss Wilson and shot her there should be a line of blood falling vertically is she were standing up," Blaire snapped back to the coroner, "show our jurors the direction of the blood flow!"
Dr. Drad stood up and drew a line across his chest.
"And that would mean?" asked Blaire, her heart pounding.
"It would mean she was lying down when she was shot." Dr. Drad explained.
"Ah ha! She was lying down when she was shot, so unless she decided to sleep on the boy change room floor she was not standing up when she was shot," be before she could let anyone jump in on the loophole of her comment she turned back to Mr. Drad.
"I assumed, you took a blood sample and made numerous tests." Dr. Drad nodded, his green eyes almost smiling.
"And what did you find in the blood?"
Dr. Drad smiled. "Nothing."
"Except...." Blaire prompted.
"We did find that the blood below her abdomen contained oxidized blood cells, but as we got closer to the heart it became less. So naturally I took tissue samples from the lung and heart and the blood from them."
"And you found?"
"Asphyxiation"
Sam smiled. "Nicely played." He whispered to no one in particular. Dean looked at him, almost asked something then turned away rethinking it.
"Could you please tell our jurors what asphyxiation means?"
Dr. Drad smirked openly. "It means: she suffocated." Gasps erupted from every corner of the room and people began to talk, a swift strokes of the hammer and everyone was quiet again.
"So, we have me at the scene with a non fire arm, fire arm. Miss Wilson was shot while she was lying down and I choked her to death...or did I?" Blaire's blue grey eyes glinted mischievously, "oh wait, Dr. Drad were there any marks around Miss Wilson's neck?"
"No there were not." Blaire began to pace along the line of jurors.
"Ah, I see. So I used my magical powers to throttle Miss Wilson then. And for no apparent reason I decide to shoot her." Blaire shrugged turning to the jurors. "Ladies and gentleman-"
"Wait a minute!" yelled Mr. Harper shifting through papers in his suitcase. Then held them up high "what about this! How do explain this!!!" he shoved the papers in Blaire's face.
"Easy it's a pearimortum ecomosis on the posterior oxipan" Everyone blinked. Dr. Drad cleared his throat.
"That means a bruise on the back of her head."
"Blaire you're such a dork." Joan whispered from her seat.
"How do explain the bruise?" pushed Mr. Harper. "You pushed her didn't you? and when she didn't die you pulled the trigger!" he exclaimed out of breath and out of patience.
"Maybe you didn't hear me." Said Blaire, then the next two words were spoken as if she were explaining something to a child. "Pearimortum ecomosis. That means that she could have gotten this ten days before her death and we wouldn't know."
"Actually," said Dr. Drad from his corner "if I could see those for a moment..." Mr. Harper ripped the pages from Blaire's hand and gave it to the coroner. Glancing over them for a couple of moments he looked at Blaire.
"You're wrong." Blaire visibly blanched, but he smiled. "It's post-mortem ecomosis." Again there was silence. Dean couldn't take it.
"Could someone speak in friggin' English already? What the hell is goin' on?" a couple of claps followed the end of Dean's outburst and Dr. Drad took of his glasses and wiped them on his red wool shirt.
"It means that both the bruise and the shot were made after the death of Miss Wilson. Miss Wilson was suffocated to death, by no foreign substance and or physical trauma for all we know she could have just choked on water or spit."
"God knows how many times I've done that." Said Blaire.
"So she's innocent." Concluded Dean. Dr. Drad looked at him and smirked.
"It sure seems that way." The jurors went into the little room shortly after the judge adjourned his debate part of the trial. It must have been the shortest decision because it was only two minutes when the jurors came back out looking slightly flustered.
"We, the jurors of Dead Man's Cove Massachusetts, find one Blaire Lira Sparrow, Innocent on the accused first degree murder charge of Miss Connie Wilson." The hall erupted in cheer and for once in the entire session Blaire let out a sigh of relief and rubbed her eyes, she hadn't slept all night. But the practice paid off. She didn't even have a lawyer's degree! Imagine if she had! The joy was giving her shivers; she could go back to the hotel and work with the horses, sing to her heart's content and hunt the odd demon that would come towards Dead Man. Turning around she was almost knocked over by Joan who enveloped her in a bone crushing hug.
"You're an idiot." Said Joan pulling back from the hug, her green eyes narrowed.
"Love you too." Blaire smiled, and then looked over her shoulder.
Joan turned around and ruffled her hair. "Oh right." Sam and Dean stood side by side in front of her. "This is Sam and Dean."
"Winchester." Said Blaire, Joan winked at her. "Told you"
"Well..." Blaire stuck out her hand. "Blaire Sparrow, amateur hunter in comparison." Sam laughed and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. You did pretty well up there."
"That's right, Stanford Law, maybe i should have let you represent me." Blaire winked at him. "I'd probably have more fun preparing for it." Blaire turned to Dean and froze for a moment; he waved a hand in front of her face.
"Sorry got distracted by those eyes of yours that's why I couldn't think for a sec." She shook his hand. "Charmed"
"I'd hope so." Blaire noticed a pattern of black on his shoulder and went to pull back the shirt but in a series of fast and complicated hand moves, Dean had her hands behind her back.
"Sorry." He bluffed, with his trademark flirtatious smirk, "automatic reflex."
"I'm sure." And in a matter of seconds Dean was face down on the floor, with Blaire straddling his back. He craned his neck and looked back at her.
"You know, usually I take top."
"First time for everything I suppose." Blaire replied sweetly seductive. Dean got up.
"I hope so."
"O-Kay, calm your hormones." Said Joan looking between them, Sam shifted on the balls of his feet and pulled Dean back beside him, earning a glare from him.
"Look we'd love to chat around all day too, but unless you can tell us something about what truly happened, there's no point in us staying." Said Sam suddenly deadpan, Joan and Blaire exchanged slightly worried looks.
"Well we could use your help-"started Blaire, Joan elbowed her.
"Well we do!" Blaire retorted rubbing her side, she turned back to Sam. "I don't know who or what it was or how it did what it did. It wasn't something I've seen before."
"What did you see?" So Blaire explained the story in excruciating detail for what felt like the one thousandth time at what happened in the boy's change room. At the end of it Joan's stomach growled. They all looked at her.
"I skipped lunch, sue me." She then looked at Dean and Sam. "Maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere, like somewhere that has beer and food, I'm starving!"
