Author's Note: DOUBLE DIGITS GUYS!

Only two reviews on last night's chapter, but I suppose it was extremely short.

Guest: Staubrey is my fav ship, I have to admit. Especially in this setting where their private lives are actually quite public.

Tavern Bard: SHUSH SHUSH WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE NINE EPISODES LEFT. Also, I feel like Chloe will end up exploding from all the pent up stuff in her mind. Also, let's face it, Stacie would teach Aubrey's kid how to hack metadata at age five.

Constitutional Rights

10: David and Goliath

"This is cool, it's... it's, uh, it's a cool group. People danced, good Christmas Party."

Chloe smiled fondly at the two men, their slight bashfulness in an office of lawyers sweet. "It was your music, it was infectious. Which one of you two should I hand the check over to?"

"Marshall," the taller of the two began, adjusting his square-framed glasses on his nose, "he's the business mind."

Chloe handed the slip of paper over. "Thank you very much for everything, if there's anything we can do?"

Marshall looked up at his bandmate who took the cue immediately. "Well, you guys are lawyers, right? That made us stoked when we booked this gig." Emily walked up to her partner and the duo. "And you take on cases, right, like anyone's cases?"

"Sometimes we do." Emily answered. "Why?"

"We'd, um, like to show you something."

Chloe showed them into the conference room, where Rowby – the taller of the two men – placed his laptop down on the table, playing a song from YouTube. "But she ain't nothing but a tricky trick, thicky thick, tricky trick. She thicky thick, tricky trick, she thicky thick, tricky trick. She thicky thick, tricky trick. Oh, my gosh, there she go..."

Emily raised an eyebrow, "that's Tricky Trick by Rebel Kane."

"He was in prison with my late husband." Chloe mentioned, eyes still glued to the screen. "Are you suing him, Rebel Kane?"

Rowby shook his head, "no, uh, we have the whole thing queued up, hang on…" He pressed a button on the keyboard and another song came onto the screen. "This is us; this is our song."

"Never satisfied, said he's gonna give me more: hair shop, don't be late... Waitin' on her Section Eight. Sometimes shorty make me sick. But she ain't nothing but a tricky trick. That little mama thicky thick but she ain't nothing but a tricky trick..."

Emily frowned looking at the screen, "so you guys covered the song, but you didn't have the rights?"

"No," Rowby began, "we got the rights, we got the, uh, the…"

"Compulsory License." Marshall completed, a definite man of few words.

Rowby nodded. "Yeah, that, Murray got it for us – he's our manager."

Emily sighed, "so what's the problem?"

"Almost there, I promise." Rowby pressed skip once again and another video began playing, this time depicting a group of teenagers in gold tracksuits.

"Tryin' to get a taste of that brown and brown, uh-uh, she ain't havin' that. Raised in the hood, ghetto fabulous – she kinda look bad, boy, I must admit. But she ain't nothing but a thicky trick. That little mama ain't nothing but a tricky trick."

"What the actual hell is that?" Jessica jumped atop the edge of the table, "it looks like a 6-year-old's bedroom vomited on that place."

"That is Drama Camp." Rowby supplied. "A TV show about a summer drama camp's talent show, it's huge."

Emily closed the laptop. "There's a TV show about a summer camp drama show?"

"Yeah, and it's a hit." Rowby opened the laptop back up again, pressing play. "But that's our song! They're playing our song!"

Chloe shook her head. "It's Rebel Kane's song."

"But that's our melody, that's how we covered it." Jessica took the laptop. "I didn't care, we were gonna let it slide, but that's wrong. There is now way they should be able to do this to small musicians like us."

"Hiring lawyers costs a lot of money guys." Chloe admitted. "This is really a David and Goliath situation – you versus the TV network."

Rowby nodded, still eager. "We know, but you guys do like percentage."

"Contingency." Emily clarified. "If there's a lot of money at stake sometimes we'll—"

"$2.3 million." Emily and Chloe's heads snapped to one another. "Their version has been top of the iTunes chart for eight weeks."

"Steady screamin' "give me money, money"."

Ten hours later, the elevator opened at the reception of Posen/Mitchell and Associates, several attorneys stepping out and onto the carpet. One, particularly pissed, pushed past the others and to the receptionist's desk. "Chloe Beale, please. Rose Posen."

The receptionist swallowed, looking at her computer as Luke stepped behind the youngest of the Posen three. "Yes. Uh, do you mind my asking: Are you one of her clients?"

"I do mind, but I'll answer anyway. I am not one of her clients."

Luke cut his sibling off. "I suppose you could say that I am being sued by her yet again." The receptionist stood up, beginning to move away from her seat as her headset cord pulled against the phone. She smiled bashfully before scurrying off.

Beca looked up from her breakfast as the receptionist knocked on the conference room door, interrupting the Monday morning partner meeting and breakfast. The brunette quickly stood up, moving towards the door. "Yes?"

"Someone's here asking for Chloe."

Beca frowned, "who?"

"Rose and Luke Posen."

Beca groaned. "Jesus Christ, let me get Aubrey."

"Well, this is now less awkward than I'd imagined." Rose admitted as she and Luke seated themselves in Beca's office. "We heard about Jesse and Tom, our commiserations."

Beca nodded. "Their legacies will always live on."

"She started her own firm then?" Rose asked.

"And Luke went with her." Beca joked. "I'm kidding, for three weeks he was with them, but they ignored his case and went after us."

"It would help if you didn't get sued as often as you currently do – I told you a production company alongside Thief and a stake in ChumHum wouldn't be a good idea." Aubrey mentioned as she entered the office, leaning against the sideboard behind Beca's desk. "How's the LA office doing, Rose?"

"It's 85 degrees there, here it's 35; you tell me." Rose shrugged. "It's good, I'm still a first year, but it's good. One day I'll be the Posen in Posen/Mitchell."

"You'll need to be first chair on a case first; we have plenty of job openings here." Beca leaned back as Aubrey spoke, happy to watch the interactions of the three siblings. "Why is Chloe even suing you, Luke?"

"Copyright infringement," Rose supplied, "you guys know how she works, I suppose, and if she has her own firm I really want to see how you guys take her on."

"Can I get you guys anything? Coffee, a milkshake?"

"No, thank you." Emily smiled at the man in front of them, Rowby and Marshall's manager. "Um, we were getting our paperwork in line for the lawsuit, Mr. Mills, and as their manager, we see you purchased a compulsory license from Rebel Kane, but for some reason not a derivative copyright."

Murray frowned, leaning over the table. "A, uh, what?"

Chloe smiled. "A derivative copyright. The compulsory rights allow you to cover the song. But the derivative rights protect you if you make changes in that song."

"Oh shit," Murray swore, "I have to get two things?"

Chloe and Emily exchanged a look of anxiety and mild irritation. "I hate when they look at each other like that." Rowby mentioned.

Emily readjusted herself in the chair, trying to remain reassuring. "You don't have to get them, but we need the derivative rights to sue this TV show for stealing your cover."

"Look, I was saving money," Murray admitted, "I only bought the rights I needed to. Do you know how much we make every time that someone clicks that song on Spotify? 0.004 cents."

"Well, let's just get the derivative rights." Chloe decided, looking towards Emily. "How hard can that be?"

The younger of the two smiled slyly. "Well, you do know Rebel Kane."

Chloe looked around the greenhouse Rebel Kane had led them into, a variety of plants lining the walls. They watched as Rebel continued watering his plants.

"Yeah, I don't really know what happened. We just, um, we need a... derivative... copyright." Rowby began, glancing at Marshall before continuing, "Our manager kind of had a little bit of a brain fart, you know?"

Rebel Kane nodded as he squirted his plants with water. "So you need a what, a copyright?"

"A derivative copyright." Chloe completed, "I think you'll remember my husband?"

Rebel Kane nodded. "Yeah, Tom. I'm sorry about his death, Chloe."

Chloe smiled gratefully. "Thank you." She glanced down at her phone, "we wanted to go straight to you, Mr. Kane. Instead of through your label."

"I get it. I was a struggling artist, too. So how much is a derivative copyright?"

Emily sighed. "$5,000, typically."

Rebel nodded, looking at the plants and straightening out some of their leaves. "Look, you name your next song after me, I'll give it to you for free."

"Actually, uh, money has to change hands." Chloe admitted. "Even if it's only five dollars."

"Okay." Rebel shrugged after putting his seltzer bottle down. "Five dollars. Come on, all these plants ain't going to pay for themselves."

"Great, so I will have the paperwork sent over this afternoon." Chloe smiled at the completed deal.

"Beca wants to merge with Beale/Junk, Bree, you and Chloe need to sort yourselves out." Stacie picked up another vegetable spring roll, taking a bite out of it. "Because it's best for both of you."

"She'll run for State's Attorney, I know she will." Aubrey responded, playing with the hem of Stacie's skirt as she lay with her head in the investigator's lap. "Thank you for coming over though."

Rose frowned as the elevator door opened, the caging remaining in place until Beca pulled it aside. "You're kidding. This is them?"

Beca shrugged. "Hey, we all started out this way."

Luke shook his head as he walked out of the small elevator. "I didn't. I got a small loan of a million dollars."

Emily finished putting the files out on the conference room table, "they want to settle, right?"

"Oh, yeah." Chloe assured. "Too much of an embarrassment to go to court – they're sending a first year attorney." She smiled over her shoulder as she walked to the elevator. "Ms. Posen, hello. You ready..."

Rose smiled at the redhead, "I believe you know my sister, Aubrey and her partner Beca, I'm Mr. Posen's representation from Posen/Mitchell Los Angeles."

"Emily, Chloe." Beca greeted politely.

Rose looked between the two named partners of Beale/Junk and Associates. "Beca, Aubrey and I have decided to pursue this case together. Shall we?"

Chloe looked at Emily, a sign for the younger of the duo to lead them into the conference room. "This way." Emily mumbled under her breath, turning towards the far end of the offices.

Rose, Luke and Beca followed her without a qualm. "You should get over it."

Chloe looked at Aubrey, trying to keep her eyes from falling onto the small scar on Aubrey's hand, "Get over what?"

"The grudge you have against me, Chloe. You betrayed us."

Chloe scoffed, was Aubrey really this awful? "You were sleeping with my husband for six years."

"I was more his wife than you ever were."

Chloe shook her head, "It's just coincidence that we keep opposing each other on cases?"

"Yes." Came the simplified response. Chloe simply watched, waiting for Aubrey to perhaps indulge her with some more information, perhaps an apology. "Chloe, I fell in love with him, I honestly couldn't help that. He told me all about why you two were actually together – his parents chose you for him. Tom's parents knew about me from the start, they liked me. I'm sorry for you having to be dragged through the mud, but I think karma has got me back." Chloe raised an eyebrow in question. "You two could never conceive, I did it without even fucking trying."

Chloe swallowed before walking towards the conference room, trying to accept everything that was happening.

"Given that Drama Camp stole our client's song..." Chloe began.

"Your client's song?" Rose cut in, looking across the table.

"Our client's cover of the Rebel Kane song, we are suggesting 50% of the network's profits. $1.2 million up to this point, and 50% moving forward."

Luke scoffed. "No."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Okay, what's your offer?"

"$800,000," Aubrey stated simply, "with punitive."

Emily's eyes widened. "You're... offering us $800,000?"

Rose shook her head, "no, we're suing you for $800,000."

Chloe looked between the four people opposite her. "You're suing us? How does that work?"

"You stole our client's cover of Thicky Trick." Aubrey clarified. "So we're suing you, 0.004 cents per play leads to you making money from our client's song."

Rowby raised an eyebrow, looking between Marshall and the eldest blonde. "Wait. Are you saying that I'm...?"

Chloe held her hand out, silencing him. "Rowby. It's a negotiating point."

Rose smiled smugly, "No, it's not, actually." She took a piece of paper form within her folder, placing it on the table for Chloe and Emily to see. "This is a derivative copyright from Rebel Kane granted exclusively to Posen Television. You'll be getting your five dollars back."

"No way!" Rowby looked to Chloe and Emily. "What the heck?"

"Our client owns the rights to this song, and we ask that you pay before playing it. And please take down the online video of your client playing our song." Rose looked across the table.

Emily looked indifferent. "No. We'll see you in court."

Chloe leaned closer to Emily, dropping her voice to a whisper. "Uh... Emily, we can't make money on this."

"Yes, we can." The brunette replied.

Aubrey looked at Emily. "Have you rethought your position?

Emily stood up, picking her legal pad up off the table. "We'll see you in court."

Chloe stood up from her chair, looking at Judge Marx. "No, the question, Your Honor, is one of theft."

Aubrey stood up too, "All derivative... There was no theft here. Again, Ms. Beale is trying to—"

Emily tilted her head in confusion as she stood up. "If there was no theft, then why is the plaintiff trying to change the subject?"

Rose stood up too, "It's not changing the subject to insist on a derivative copyright."

All four lawyers looked to Rowby when he stood up, hand in the air. "Can I get a new chair? Mine squeaks."

Judge Marx looked to a bailiff. "Another chair for Mr. Canton." Aubrey rolled her eyes. "You're asking for a declaratory judgment of non-infringement?"

Chloe nodded, "Yes." She looked towards Luke. "Your Honor, our client may not have the massive resources their large TV network has, but his song was written 13 months..."

Aubrey held up the copyright. "Again, that is simply not true, Your Honor, and it's unfortunate that Ms. Beale has to rely on emotion rather than logic."

"What emotion was I...?"

Judge Marx held his hands up. "Okay, a little less emotion from everyone, please!" He sighed at the three usual suspects of argument in court and then back to Chloe. "You may call your first witness, Ms. Beale."

Chloe pressed the button to play the first video on the monitor as Rowby took his seat in the stand. "Oh, my gosh, there she go, watch all that when she hit the floor. Little mama got back with her head full of tracks, claimin' other people kids on her income tax. Club hoppin', booty poppin', drama makin', pocket breakin'. Better be paid…" Chloe felt her head moving back and forth at the catchiness of the tune, with Emily humming it underneath her breath. On the plaintiff's table, Aubrey was carefully rubbing her temples whilst Rose subtly held her fingers over her ears.

Chloe pressed pause, finding it hard to get the song out of her head. "You wrote this song, Mr. Canton?"

Aubrey stood up, "Objection, Your Honor. Vague."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "How is it being vague?" She looked towards her ex best friend, the woman she wanted to be like, in disgust.

Aubrey smiled sweetly at Judge Marx. "Are you asking if he wrote the lyrics or the arrangement or the flute part?"

Judge Marx looked over his glasses. "We get it, Ms. Posen. Sit. Your objection is sustained. Just be more clear, Ms. Beale."

Chloe sighed, trying to rephrase the question in her head. "Rowby, when you say you wrote this song, you mean the melody, correct?"

Aubrey stood up again. "Leading, Your Honor."

Chloe held her hands up in disbelief. "You're the one who wanted clarity."

"From him, Rowby, not you." Aubrey clarified. "I just want things to be clear for us all."

"There's no jury, Ms. Posen, just me – I know the law." Judge Marx paused for a moment. "That's an odd objection, I'll admit, but it's accurate. I'll sustain."

Rose leaned over to her older sister, whispering in her ear. "What are you doing?"

"Breaking up her rhythm." Aubrey whispered, smugness clear in her voice. "She hates it more than anything."

Chloe swallowed. "Rowby, who wrote the original song, um, the rap song?"

"Rebel Kane."

Chloe nodded. "And who wrote the tune in this video?"

Rowby smiled proudly. "I did, and the arrangements, and there's no flute."

"Good. Thank you. Now, Rowby. How did it come to you... to cover a rap song this way?"

Aubrey stood up once again. "Objection, Your Honor. Calls for narrative."

Chloe turned around, pointing at Aubrey angrily. "Your Honor, counsel is clearly making trivial objections in order to throw me off my pace."

"Yes, Ms. Posen. Stop it!" Judge Marx sighed. "You may answer the question."

Rowby smiled bashfully. "I don't remember the question."

Chloe sighed, exasperated with the turn of events. "Which is exactly Ms. Posen's intention, Your Honor."

Rose, too, was beginning to get irate, whispering simply, "when do you stop?" To which her older sibling shrugged.

"Now, Rowby, what...? Where were you when...?" Chloe trailed off, unable to formulate the question in her head.

Emily stood up. "How did it come to you to cover a rap song in the way that you did?"

Aubrey stood up, pointing to Emily. "Objection, Your Honor. Which counsel is questioning?"

"Sustained, you may as well stay standing up, Ms. Posen."

Rowby leaned towards the microphone. "Can I answer that question anyway?"

Chloe nodded, running a hand over her forehead. "Sure. Please."

"It was November, 8, 2014. It's the year anniversary of my dad's death, and I thought of thi—this image of Rick Astley doing a rap, and...," he chuckled, "and I thought it was funny."

Chloe sighed as she and Emily stood outside the courtroom. "You know what she's doing? I told her about my first time in court, how all the objections threw me." She folded her arms, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Yeah, she's using it."

Chloe sat on a bench, "You know how cold that is?"

"Chloe... she's trying to play you, you're doing what she wants, you're being played. She wants you to think how low it is of her, so don't!"

"You're right." Chloe began to walk off.

"Where are you going?"

"If there's one thing Aubrey hates than anything in the world, it's when someone's wearing the same outfit as her." Chloe called over her shoulder. "I'm going to change."

"Is she that shallow?" Emily asked.

"Hell yes."

"She a drama queen, got the cops knockin' at the door. Hair shop, don't be late, waiting…"

Aubrey pressed pause, stopping the Drama Camp cover of the song from playing anymore. "And the cover of this song, Thicky Trick, it was of your inspiration?"

"Yes." Luke replied.

"You created the show Drama Camp, so this scene mattered to you?" Aubrey looked at Chloe's empty chair, raising an eyebrow at the redhead's absence.

"Very much." The door to the courtroom opened, "Like many young men trying to find their identity, I was bullied as a kid, so I wanted to create a show that had kids moving beyond the hate." Chloe made her way down the aisle and towards her seat, half paying attention to the answer. "When I was a kid, my dad wanted me to go into the law, but I refused. He only gave me a small loan of a million dollars due to his disappointment in me." Emily scoffed.

"And you…" Aubrey's gaze fell to Chloe. "I... I mean... that's why you covered, uh... Thicky Trick this way?"

"Indeed, I wanted to show how two cultures needed each other." Chloe smiled at the blonde from her place in her seat; white blouse and red skirt identical. "Thicky Trick was a rap song given a white-bread treatment by the white kids, and then we had the African-American kids sing a pop song as a rap."

"Did you steal the cover of Thicky Trick from Mr. Canton?"

"No."

Chloe smiled to herself, she'd taken the blonde's obsession with appearance and turned it into her own advantage.

"And can you explain the similarities in the song?"

Luke shrugged. "Well, I do know that artists are sponges. We take in the same information from the zeitgeist, transmute it into something new. And sometimes there is a best way to do something. Uh, good artists will often duplicate each other because they hit on the best way at the same time."

"I, uh... Good. Good."

Judge Marx was sitting with his head resting on his fist. "Any more questions?"

"Uh... uh... No."

As soon as Aubrey sat down, Rose was staring at her older sister in disbelief. "What was that?"

"Questioning."

Rose scoffed, "No, it wasn't, questioning has a point."

Throughout the sibling's small argument, Chloe had already commenced questioning. "So you're saying the zeitgeist made you do it?"

Rose stood up. "Oh, objection." She folded her arms. "It's argumentative. Misstates testimony. Inflammatory and 12 other objections if you'd like me to list those off."

Chloe turned to Judge Marx. "Which counselor is questioning here, Your Honor?"

Judge Marx nodded. "Yes, Ms. Posen. Please leave it to Ms. Posen to object…" He sighed. "Jesus Christ there's too many of you. Posen the younger, shush, Aubrey, wish to object?"

"Objection. Argumentative."

Judge Marx nodded. "Sustained."

Chloe looked at Luke as she approached the witness stand. "So, you're saying that two artists will hit on the same inspiration at the same time?"

Luke nodded. "I'm saying that they can. And similarity does not constitute theft, similarity is not a crime. That's how our culture develops and grows."

Chloe pressed play on her remote, bringing both videos to play at the same time. "Oh, my gosh, there she go, watch all that when she hit the floor. Little mama got back with her head full of tracks, claimin' other people kids on her income tax. Club hoppin', booty poppin', drama makin'..."

"Do you hear any difference between these two songs, Mr. Posen."

Luke nodded. "I see two artists covering the same song with similar comic instincts, and that has resulted in similar instrumentation."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Her baby daddy still try to come around, tryin' to get a taste of that brown and brown. Uh-uh, she ain't havin' that. Raised in the hood, ghetto fabulous. She kinda look bad, boy, I must admit. But she ain't nothing but a thicky trick."

"It's my cross." Aubrey insisted, going to stand up.

Rose shook her head, "No, I think it's best that I cross."

Aubrey scoffed. "You seriously think it's best that you cross?"

Chloe played with her pen, rolling it across her pad to Emily in order to score a goal. "Your Honor, does counsel have questions?"

Judge Marx shrugged. "My guess is, they do. Counselors?"

Rose grabbed the file before she stood up. "Mr. Canton. Hello."

"Hi."

Rose flipped over the first page of her notepad, looking at the plan she and Aubrey had drawn up during a recess. "Do you remember what you were doing on October 28, 2014?"

Rowby frowned. "I, uh... no. I hope nothing bad."

Rose frowned. "That was just one week before the anniversary of your father's death, and you really don't remember?"

"No." Rowby shrugged. "Do you remember what you were doing the week before the anniversary of your father's death?"

"No, my father's alive," Rose inserted, "but I didn't speak with such clarity about what I was doing on the anniversary of my dad's death."

"Well, I guess you're a better person than I am." Rowby admitted, glancing at Marshall.

"Would it surprise you to know you were on the studio lot where Drama Camp is shot?" Rose probed, stepping closer to Rowby, who was beginning to buckle at the look the attorney was sending him.

Rowby nodded. "Uh... yeah. I was asked to be a session musician for a commercial."

"So, you were on the lot where Mr. Posen works, where he has his inspirations?"

"Yeah," Rowby leaned forward to whisper into the microphone. "I could feel his glow."

Chloe stood up. "Objection. Mr. Canton was joking with that answer."

Rose smiled sweetly at Rowby. "Were you just joking, Mr. Canton?"

"That I could feel Mr. Posen's glow when I was on the lot where he worked?" Rowby chuckled to himself for a few moments before he actually answered the question. "Uh, yes, that was a joke."

"And did you know that Studio B, where you worked as a session musician, shares a kitchenette with Studio A?"

Emily stood up, "Your Honor," she began approaching the bench, "let the plaintiff present evidence that their client recorded Thicky Trick in that studio, but this is just innuendo."

"No." Aubrey dismissed the idea with the wave of her hand. "All we need to do is show access. We're the ones with the derivative copyright."

"Access does not constitute theft." Emily stated.

"No, but access explains how two artists had the same inspiration." Aubrey reasoned, "Your Honor, we're the ones with the derivative copyright. Can you explain that to Ms. Beale?

Judge Marx banged the gavel twice before speaking. "Considering the evidence presented, it seems clear to me that Mr. Posen acquired the derivative work created by Mr. Rowby Canton."

"Yeah!" Rowby exclaimed.

"But, unfortunately, it doesn't matter. Mr. Canton, your song was an unauthorized derivative artwork, therefore it is not protected." Rowby looked at Chloe and Emily, trying to wrap his head around the events that had just occurred. "And as odd as this may sound, this theft of your work was legal. They have the derivative copyright. You do not. Defendants' motion is denied. Ms. Posen, Aubrey, your suit may go forward."

"Okay, I don't get… So then we lost?" Rowby asked, looking between the two attorneys in front of him.

"No. Not yet. We're not letting them win." Chloe reassured him, reaching out for her phone. " You were saying you covered the song as a joke, right?"

"Yeah. Like… Rick Astley doing a rap."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "And the joke was what? What made it funny?"

Rowby frowned. "Well, if I have to explain the joke, I mean, it's not a very good joke."

Emily giggled, "yeah, I know. But this is about legal stuff, so just tell me what made it funny."

"Um... well, it's a rap song, and we were singing it like a Rick Astley, you know... like a rickroll."

Reaslisation dawned on Chloe. "You're satirizing the rap song."

"Well, sure."

"Rap songs are usually aggressive and hard, and you wanted to make fun of the lyrics by singing them in a soft way." Chloe finished, writing the relevant clauses down on her legal pad.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Chloe smiled at Judge Marx. "Rowby's version of Thicky Trick was satire, Your Honor."

Aubrey stood up, straightening out her blouse as she did so. "No, it was a cover."

Judge Marx sighed, looking at Chloe. "And what does satire get you, counselor?"

"It's transformative." Emily said, "It's a transformative artwork."

Aubrey shrugged, "doesn't matter, Your Honor, you already ruled. We have the derivative copyright."

Chloe tried to play her cards right, laying on a slight hint of sweetness to her voice. "Yes, but you also believed that there was an actual theft of Rowby's work. The only problem was Rowby didn't get contractual approval to create a new artwork, right?" At Judge Marx's nod, she continued. "But that doesn't matter. If Rowby satirized Rebel Kane's original work, that makes it protected."

Rowby stood up, "can I just say that I love this stuff? I mean, I don't understand a word you guys are saying, but this is awesome."

"If Rowby's song was a transformative artwork, then an automatic copyright was applied the moment he recorded it, and Mr. Posen's theft was an actual theft."

"Okay, Ms. Beale, you have some room to maneuver here. Prove it's a transformative artwork and I will agree. There is a real theft."

Chloe, Emily and Rowby all gathered around Jessica's laptop, the investigator having been trying to find any way of proving satire or actual theft of intellectual property. "All right, three different online reviews mentioned a sound at a minute, 23."

Rowby frowned. "Wait, in... in my arrangement?"

Jessica shook her head with a smile. "No, Drama Camp's. But not in the version they eventually sold on iTunes. They had to deliver earlier tracks to the Swedish iTunes."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"It's a big market." Jessica answered simply as she moved to pull her program up. "This is the version they had up in Sweden before they could change it."

"Thicky thick tricky trick, she a thicky thick, tricky trick…" Jessica smiled triumphantly at the sound, looking at her boss' response.

"What? I don't get it." Chloe sighed.

"Well, it's on the bass track. Listen." Jessica rewound the song to one minute twenty three before she pressed play again.

"Thicky thick tricky trick…"

"Oh, my God," Rowby exclaimed, "it's bowling balls. We recorded it at Murray's work."

Jessica nodded, smiling proudly. "And before they could re-record the tracks, Drama Camp's engineers just recycled yours."

"That's theft." Rowby and Marshall both high fived before Rowby continued. "I mean, I don't care what anyone says, that's theft. That's like breaking-into-my-house and stealing-my-stuff kind of theft. You are awesome!"

"Thicky thick, tricky trick…"

Rose groaned, leaning back in her seat. "I am getting so sick of this song." The five attorneys (Chloe, Emily, Aubrey, Beca and Rose) as well as Jessica, Rowby and Marshall were all seated in Posen/Mitchell's main conference room.

"Here it comes." Jessica and Rowby both smiled as the bowling pins sounded through the laptop's speakers at the same time on both videos.

"Did you hear that?" Rowby asked the opposition's attorneys. "Those are bowling balls hitting pins. And you can see it right there and right there." He placed the two laptops in front of Aubrey, Rose and Beca. "There's my version of the song. You see? Right there, that's my version, and that is Luke's. Bowling ball and bowling ball. They're the same."

"We have the derivative copyright."

Chloe scoffed at Aubrey. "Doesn't give you the right to steal." She leaned across the table. "They stole Rowby's actual track. Then they recorded their own before putting it in the domestic iTunes store. That is theft. Actual theft."

"Prove it in court." Rose threatened, trying to intimidate people the way her sister could. Emily's snigger meant it obviously wasn't working.

"Sure." Emily conceded. "But before you do something to satisfy your ego, I'd check with my client first."

"I'll handle my client, you handle yours." Aubrey said, looking to Rose and Beca.

"You got your hand caught in the cookie jar. You can't pretend the cookie jar doesn't exist." Chloe finalised. "Go and phone Luke."

When Aubrey and Rose left the room, Beca watched the celebrations commence. "I think we just won." Rowby exclaimed. "This feels incredible! I could definitely get used to this. Oh, you did it!" He engulfed Jessica in a hug. "Oh, my God, you're amazing."

"We should look to merge." Beca mentioned casually as she finished up work on one of her cases, ready to retire for the evening. "Someone with good attorneys."

"Stacie told me, Beca." Aubrey replied, looking at her friend with guilt in her eyes. "I think I ruined that this week, in all honesty. But if we merge with them as is, it's their two vote against out two votes."

Beca nodded, understanding Aubrey's point. They didn't want to lose out on the decisions. "We won't touch their first two years of ChumHum money if they agree to one vote between them and one of their partners for every two of ours."

"Chloe will run for State's Attorney, you know that." Aubrey pointed out as she looked at her salad. "We shouldn't rush into this, obviously. I think that, in court, Rose is better than Emily anyday. Emily isn't ready to be a named partner in a national firm. Head of Family, perhaps, but named partner - no way in hell. We need our balance."

"How's Stacie?"

"What?" Aubrey looked up, eyes settling on the smirk painted across Beca's lips. "Oh fuck off."

"Have you two signed off on your joint lease yet?"

Aubrey threw a piece of chicken at the smaller woman. "Shut up. She's definitely taken the edge off mourning."

"She'd make a great mom." Aubrey shook her head at Beca's ridiculousness, utter bullcrap.