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Authors note – I know these chapters are dragging a bit but they're nearly over.
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The trial – day 3
Jenny Shepard sighed as she woke up the gentle pattering of summer rain on her window. Last night after she had broken down in her boyfriends arms they'd walked home together, bought cheasey chips on the way and eaten them with those wooden forks that you can only every get one chip on. They'd danced on the pavements not caring about on lookers, they'd laughed, and although in the back of her mind there was still the worry and the upset caused by the trial, he'd once again managed to make that disappear. He's taken her mind off it. This morning thought she was stressed and upset still. So when she heard the sound of light rain she got out of the bed that she'd slept in alone, changed into a pair of running leggings and a vest top, put in her earphones and left to go jogging.
Her tear ran down her face but the rain washed them away, she set a fast pace and carried it through. Running in time with her music she let her mind wander, mull over the things it wanted to. Her feet kept on going, her trainers giving her that extra bounce that pushed her one. Jenny's red hair was all pulled back in a bobble, yet now was nearer a brown colour as it dampened with rain. The streets were quiet at 0630 in the morning apart from the odd man or woman in their suits and fast cars who were on their way to work. Most in the rain stayed indoors, but when it was summer rain, and the droplets were large and warm she loved the contrast, the smell and the muggy atmosphere that was perfect to run in.
She ran around the outskirts of the town, through the countryside and around un a loop. She kept the pace all the way, the run taking an hour. Yet she only stopped once and that was to admire the view. The red head ignored the aches and protest in her calves and relished in pushing herself harder. When she got back to her street she was down heartened in a way. When you run your thoughts are free, you are free to go wherever you please, yet now she was back, back to curt and arguments and protests. Now she wasn't free.
Jenny entered through the old oak front door and took off her trainers. She stretched again before going into the kitchen to get a large glass of water. She gulped it back, loving the refreshing and coolness. "How was the run my dear?" questioned Ducky.
"Good thanks Duck, sorry I didn't tell you I just needed to clear my head."
"It's perfectly fine." And with that she ran back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day ahead, one she knew would be just as testing as the last three had been. Tomorrow however she knew would be the worst. Jenny didn't know what she would do if he go off on the charges, she hadn't even thought about it.
Jenny showered and towel dried her hair before grabbing a pair of high wasted, light weight trousers. They were navy blue, hugged her hips yet were baggy on her legs. She pulled out a white vest top and put it on, grabbing a navy blue light weight scarf with Fishermans knots on it. Jenny tied her now partially dried hair up in a messy bun. But she left the makeup today, today she wanted people to see the real her. She wasn't testifying which meant she could stay with those she loved. Jenny grabbed her bag and went downstairs. Just as she was dumping her bag there was a knock at the door. Jenny opened it and smiled at her boyfriend. They hugged one another and shared a quick kiss before going into the kitchen. Jenny grabbed a piece of bread and put it in the shoulder. Ducky's phone then rang. He spoke quickly before getting up and grabbing his jacket. "I'm sorry my dear there is an emergency. I have to go in-"
"Ducky it's fine, Jethro is here. I'm not alone." She kissed his cheek before he left.
Jenny rested her head on Jethro's shoulder before closing her eyes. "You alright?" he questioned stroking her hair. Weakly she smiled back at him.
"fine, I'll just be glad when this whole thing is over." She said before her toast popped up. She took it out and buttered it before sitting down. She left it on the table whilst getting a drink, meanwhile Jethro took a bite. She mock glared at him and then they both laughed.
-An English Rose-
Jenny and Jethro got a taxi to the court room. Although both could drive neither had a car and so they had to get a taxi. Jethro paid whilst Jenny stood taking deep breaths. When Jethro joined her they walked into the court room together. They sat down and Jethro wrapped his arm around Jenny, he leaned into him. On Tuesday she'd only held his hand, but now, now things were getting worse, she was not coping quite as well as he'd thought and that scared Jethro, he didn't want to lose her, he couldn't quite face that. So as they sat there he made sure that she knew he was on her side all the way through.
"I will repeat the question I asked yesterday, Mr Benoit how do you plea to the charges of attempted murder?"
"innocent." He answered once again.
"Very well. The defence may plead their case."
"Thank you your honour." Stated the defence. "Mr Benoit, you have admitted to being in Jenny Shepard's room that night, is that correct."
"Yes."
"And why was that?"
"I knew her father, I have a daughter myself I decided to do the…honourable thing and check on her condition."
"And the honourable thing it was. What did you talk about?"
"We spoke about her father, she asked how I knew him and I replied we had done business."
"Thank you Mr Benoit…" the defence carried on asking their questions, each one pointless, each one getting a complete lie as an answer. And every single question he answered, made Jenny wasn't to run out of that court room even more. As the defence finished their questioning Jenny was relieved, it was time he got a taste of his own medicine, she just wished she was the once giving him it.
"Mr. Benoit, you have admitted to being in Miss Shepard's room that night 'for old times' sake', so why may I ask how did she get the liquid inside her body if you are claiming it was not you?"
"She did it herself."
"Now the problem with that answer Mr Benoit is that Miss Sheppard is solely right handed, and the injection point was on her right arm meaning she would have had to use her left hand. That to me does not make sense, does it to you?"
No answer.
"Yet if she injected herself, why are the only prints on that syringe yours Mr. Benoit?"
No answer
"Why did you not press the clearly indicated button to call for assistance or shout for a nurse when the girl you had gone to see and whom you say had compassion for was violently having a fit?"
No answer.
"Why did you sneak out of her room whilst nurses were attempting to save her life?"
"I did not want to arise suspicion."
"Suspicion, of the truth?"
No answer.
"Mr. Benoit neglected to help a young girl fighting for her life even in the slightest. His finger prints were found on the syringe that was used in an attempt to end the life of a young girl with her whole life ahead of her – a young girl whom he had not known. Mr Benoit attempted to end the life of a woman that is not something to be taken lightly."
As he solicitor sat down the trial ended. All Jenny had to do now was sit and wait to find out if the man who had tried to kill her would be sent down for attempted murder and hit and run.
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