Lunch could not have gone slower for Castiel. He sat there picking at his food, too consumed with worry to really get anything down his throat. His family gave him looks throughout the meal as they tried to get his mind on other topics. Unsuccessful as it was, he was able to get down a couple of bites to stave off the worry.

With the hour quickly approaching its conclusion, the entire group cleaned their area before making their way back to the courtroom. Gabe and Kali broke away from everyone else closer to the back while Dean, Cas, and Lucifer walked closer to the front. The room was slowly filling back up with people as the chatter started to fill the space again. Right before the jury was escorted back in, Amara snuck into the front row, reached her hand back, gave Cas's hand a squeeze before sitting up straight again.

The rest of the time before the judge was reintroduced and the trial was back underway. The following person brought to the stand was Donna. Although she was more demure than usual, she was still her personal self. She somehow drew the members of the jury into her narrative.

If one dared to look at Daemon during the testimony, one would see the look of disdain seeping deep into her face. As she looked at her watch, she noted the day was going by quickly. It would probably be another day before she would get a chance to tear this testimony apart. It was already a bust trying to tear the stupid omega's story apart. How anyone would have trusted anything the bitch said was beyond her. The beta was more annoying. The jury liked her. Destroying her testimony would be nearly impossible. She, thinking about it, squeezed the bridge nose in anger.

When she took on this case, she was told that it would be an easy slam dunk. Not only that, her clients would be insanely wealthy and could afford anything required of her. She thought it would be easy. Nothing she couldn't handle. If only they worked like the local police that she had to deal with. There was always something she could use to tear a story apart. It was not apparent here. They were also trained in what and how to say things in front of the court. They let nothing go, nothing she could use against them.

Soon the gavel sounded. "We'll call it for the night. We will continue the testimony of Agent Hanscum tomorrow morning at eight. See you all tomorrow."

Again, Morris stood up and left with barely any fanfare. This time, when bailiffs came to collect her clients, Abbadon went along with them. They walked down a concrete walkway to the cells that rested under the court. Once back in their cells waiting for the evening pick-up, Zachariah and Naomi sat in the seats provided as if nothing in the world mattered. Abbadon stood there staring until the bailiffs left and noted that the camera turned the light off before she uttered a word.

"That was terrible," Abbadon muttered.

"Darling, you worry too much," Naomi mentioned. "There's nothing that can't be fixed."

"Unfortunately, I live in the real world, which you all seem to not be able to do. How did you not see the utter train wreck that occurred in that court?"

"What, how that little prosecutor thought she could do anything with getting an omega and that beta to talk?" Zachariah waved off. "It was pathetic how she thought that would get anywhere."

"That beta had the jury eating out of her hand. There's nothing she could say that wouldn't have them fall over themselves to get the info. The jury likes her. The two of you are just looking worse and worse by the second."

"They haven't even gotten to any of the supposed evidence against us. There's nothing to really say yet."

"That's beside the point, Zachariah. It's not just about evidence; it's about perception. The prosecution is likable, while most of your 'peers' are just everyday people. You are not."

"You could always make it, so the prosecution lets things go," Naomi shrugged.

"I didn't hear you say that, and I don't want you to say anything like that where you could be heard. That would do nothing but add extra charges on top of everything. Charges I wouldn't be able to help you with. Now, tell me about this financial angle they started on. What can you tell me about that?"

"It's not like we write checks. We can't keep track of each and everything."

"So you had no clue what you were signing. You would just give whoever it was approved to do whatever it was. Who would be the person you would sign off on doing everything?"

"Micheal. We were setting up Micheal to take over the business for us."

Abbadon thought about it for a moment. "That could work. Michael hasn't had any charges against him. It's possible we could make him look guilty."

"We would never put Michael in jail," Zachariah retorted.

"It's not about putting him in jail. It's about reasonable doubt. And if we can put doubt into the jury about his role in all of this, we have a chance of getting the charges greatly reduced."

"Only reduced?" Naomi screeched. "We were told that the charges would get dropped completely."

"I never made that promise," Abbadon said firmly. "And given the way this investigation has gone, it seems there's no way I could erase everything like I would usually be able to. They have everything locked uptight. I can make your involvement look unpurposeful and that you had no clue what you were getting yourself into. You've dug yourselves too deep into a hole that I can't get you completely out of."

"What if we told you more information about Agent Bellum?" Naomi asked. "What could you do then?"

"When I asked about the list of witnesses the prosecution would bring up, you mentioned nothing before."

"We never heard of her name before, but I've seen her before."

"Where?" Abbadon and Zachariah asked her in unison.

"When we went to visit our son, Castiel. I'm sure you noticed him in the courtroom. We went to talk to him and his mate and found someone watching us from the outside. Had no clue who it was at the time, but it was most definitely her."

"So she might have had something against you as to how the evidence pointed toward you instead?" Abbadon asked.

"Correct," Naomi said. "Based on how she threatened us, well, let's just say that we may be a part of an older secret group that believes in hunting alphas for sport."

Abbadon looked at Naomi in surprise before turning her eyes up in thought. She began pacing back and forth before halting on her heel and turning toward them. "Let me look into it. It'll take a bit, but I'll look into it. Don't say anything to anyone else. Don't even talk about it to each other. I'll be back with you tomorrow. Considering how the next couple of days go, I'll be in touch over our next steps."

Abbadon walked boldly out of the room, watching the door to a slamming halt when it hit the wall. Naomi and Zachariah stayed quiet until they heard her footsteps fade away.

"Do you think she'll find anything?" Zachariah asked Naomi, worry starting to seem into his voice.

"It doesn't matter if she finds anything or not. She just needs to believe us. When you believe something, you'll find just about anything to support it. Hopefully, the other idiots fall for it."

"What about Michael? Do you really believe she'd bring him into everything?"

"Where has the little brat been? Did you see him today? He said he would be."

"We did give him instructions when we were first put away. He knows better than to disappoint us. He'd make sure everything was wrapped up in a nice little bow. You know the boy is scared of you, especially after what you did to Kelly."

"Yes, you're right, let's not worry about him now," Naomi said, relaxing once again. She looked up and noticed that red security light come back on as she leaned back. "I hope he's alright and the police are harassing him. It's bad enough that they've dragged us into this mess."

"It's alright, my love," Zachariah said loudly so that whoever was on the other end could hear him as well. "Michael has a good head on his shoulders. He'll know the right thing to do."

Amara stood in the darkened room of the security office, listening to the last bits of conversation they were privy to without their lawyer being present in the room. "So they think that Michael is going to come and save them? Interesting."

"It seems so, ma'am. Do you think that this is something we should worry about? We didn't prepare for the possibility of something like this?"

"What do you think is going to happen?" she asked, giving the guard a side look.

"He's going to make an attempt to break them out, right, ma'am?"

"That would not help their case at all. Just make them look more guilty. Just keep an eye on them. If they say or do anything, I want to hear about it after you inform Harvelle. Don't need something like this getting in the way of this conviction."

"Are you sure that you can know, ma'am? I mean, you are testifying, right."

"I already testified. I'm free to do whatever I want as long as I don't tell anyone else. Thanks for letting me know about this. Keep up the good work."

Amara disappeared when the guard was entirely focused on the screens, slipping into the shadows and into the night.