A/N: I've been wondering if I should go back and rewrtie/add/edit some of the earlier chapters. There's been quite some time between the first chapter and this latest, and I think (I hope) my writing has improved. What do you guys think? Redo old ficlets, or write new ones?
Word Count: 215
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
**Solid Lime**
It's made of single, solid colors. Black and white, that's all there is now. There's no in between for him in their eyes, for that isn't and has never been the way of Lady Justice. He knows that she's gazing at him, knows that if he removes the blindfold draped across her face, blank white eyes would be looking directly into blue. He almost shivers despite himself.
He's resigned himself to what's to come. He's not stupid; he knows that they've got enough evidence to put him away a good number of years. This agent, his agent, is thorough like that.
He catches Agent Peter Burke's eye and throws him a charming grin. The agent's smiling back before he realizes that he's being friendly to a criminal and schools his face back into that blocklike I-Am-Law-Enforcement expression. He thinks it doesn't suit him.
The snub doesn't faze him though, because several grueling, humiliating hours later, with his head still ringing from the smack of a gavel on smooth wood, he feels someone slip something into his pocket as he is led away. It's a lime lollipop, the crinkled, clear plastic a cry against the straight black and white lines his life is defined by now.