Witness To The Truth
Disclaimer: I don't own Arnold, Helga, Brainy, Phoebe, Reba, Gerald, etc... But I do own the court, the lawyers and the jury persons. Which reminds me....
On with the story!
Chapter Ten
The brief pause before the head juror spoke again was the longest brief pause in history, universes were destroyed and born again, people were born grew old and died, and Helga was gripping Arnold's hand so tightly he couldn't feel his fingers.
'We find the defendant Louie Santoni guilty of all charges. Our recommended punishment, life imprisonment. We find the defendant Marcus the Weasel Jones Guilty of the attempted murder of Helga Geraldine Pataki, we recommend five years in prison and he be made to pay twenty thousand dollars to Miss Pataki.' The judge banged his gavel down and said,
'Done. Guards take Mr Santoni and Mr Weasel down to the cells.' Helga punched the air and said,
'Yes!' Then she threw her arms around Reba and Arnold hugging them tightly, finally she pulled away and shook Mr Pritchard's hand,
'You are brilliant!' She said with a grin,
'I think we should go out to dinner to celebrate. My treat.' Arnold nodded and Reba smiled,
'I'm up for it hon. What about it Mr Pritchard?' Mr Pritchard nodded,
'I think we all deserve it.'
'I nearly stopped breathing when he paused like that, I thought he was never going to deliver the verdict.' Helga said with a laugh,
'I know you gripped my fingers so hard, I can only just move them now.' Arnold said with a grin,
'Oh sorry Arnold, I was just so convinced he was going to say not guilty.' Arnold nodded,
'I thought so, like they could have gotten away with it.' Mr Pritchard nodded,
'Our evidence was airtight. They couldn't have even considered saying not guilty, not unless they wanted the judge to leap up and strangle them.' Grinning Helga pushed her plate forwards,
'Okay I'm full.' The others nodded, Helga had taken them to a very fancy, very expensive Chinese restaurant, the meal had been eaten and they were now waiting for the bill to be paid so they could leave. Helga called the waiter over and paid for the bill with barely a glance at it, Arnold wondered how well paid her job was if she didn't even need to look at it. Or maybe the twenty grand she would have paid to her was enough to keep her unconcerned.
As Arnold looked around at the few people he considered friends (Mr Pritchard was now his hero) he remembered a time when his friends or the people he had thought were his friends had abandoned him.
(Flashback)
Arnold leant heavily against his locker, correction his and Gerald's locker, and looked out at the teeming mass of students, pushing and shoving to get to lunch. A few said hello to him, but Arnold could tell it was for lack of anything else to say. Other than that nobody spoke to him, most even went out of their way to avoid him, leaving a gap of about a foot around him, it had ceased to bother him, it just meant less shoving as he slowly walked on. A flash of blonde ahead of him made him look up, Helga,
'Helga wait!' He called, Helga turned and Arnold caught a glimpse of the sorrow and guilt written all over her face,
'I have to go Arnold, I have a class.' With that she hurried off and Arnold stared after her, hope of having at least one friend slowly fading.
'Sure.' He said, not to Helga but to himself, he knew that Helga was having a hard time coming to terms with the accident, and the sudden isolation that both teenagers had gotten from other students was almost unbearable. Whether they thought that Arnold and Helga would at least have each other to talk to he didn't know, if they did they were sadly mistaken. Helga hadn't spoken to him properly since they had found out that Gerald and Phoebe's condition was terminal.
(Flash forwards a few years later.)
Straightening his shoulders Arnold looked at his reflection with a mixture of sadness and pride, he was going to receive his shield and become a detective, something he had aimed at since he had joined the force straight out of High School. Sighing he wondered who would be there to cheer him on, his grandparents were both dead, having died the previous year from the flu and he had no friends, not anymore. He didn't even know if Helga would have come, if he had asked her, he vaguely wondered whether she was even in the same city, state or country. He remembered her talking about wanting to live in England, but other than that he had no idea. He could still remember her cheering him and Gerald on at basketball matched, both boys had made the squad and Helga and Phoebe had been to every game and had both cheered like idiots. Smiling he glanced at the calendar,
'First of the month tomorrow, wonder if he knows?' He asked himself. All of a sudden he felt awfully lonely, he hadn't been on a date in years, and if he did go on a date he never went on a second. For all he knew he was going to be a lonely guy for the rest of his life, he had considered getting a room mate but that would have called for him to be sociable, yeah, like that was going to happen.
(Present time.)
'Arnold how about we go back to my place so I can grab a few more things.' Arnold was shaken from his reverie and nodding he took hold of her hand and they walked out of the restaurant, in the twilight the city was beautiful and Arnold couldn't help but think he was the happiest guy alive. Helga smiled at him,
'The weather is perfect tonight isn't it?' Nodding Arnold wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close,
'It's even more perfect with you.' Helga blushed,
'You are so sweet you'll give me cavities.' Arnold grinned,
'When you're around I can't help but be sweet.' Helga smiled as they entered her apartment, apart from bloodstains on her bedroom carpet there was no signs that she had nearly died there or that two men had been shot by Arnold as he protected her. Shuddering she pulled some boxes out of her wardrobe and packed her books and clothes up, when she walked out of the bedroom pulling them she grinned when she saw Arnold packing her books on her bookcase up.
'I see we had the same idea.' Arnold nodded,
'I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, then I think we should look for a new apartment, one that's good location wise for both of us.' Nodding Helga kissed him,
'As you wish.'
(One Month Later)
Helga stepped back and surveyed her work, she was wearing overalls and a bandanna covered her long blonde hair, the apartment she had chosen with Arnold was perfect, large and bright. Two bedrooms but one had been converted into a study, and Helga was painting it cream with a dark red border, the floors were bare boards with dark red and gold rugs scattered over the floor. They had spent a lot of Helga's twenty grand at her insistence and the rooms were perfectly matched.
'There done.' She said with a grin, the boarders had finally been pasted on. Gathering up the sheets she had put down on the floor she stuck them in a basket to be taken down and washed. Arnold came out of the study where he had been putting up shelves and smiled,
'It looks great baby. You did a fantastic job.' Smiling she kissed him and said,
'We did a great job. I think we deserve a pat on the back.' Arnold grinned and picked her up,
'I can think of a better reward.' He said as he carried her into the bedroom.
The End
I finished. Woohoo! Now review please and praise me. ::Laughs:: I know my ego is getting larger and larger.
I got told the other day that Arnold asking Helga to move in was rather quick, well I hope the flashback helped a bit to help you figure out why he did it. It was interesting writing it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Arnold, Helga, Brainy, Phoebe, Reba, Gerald, etc... But I do own the court, the lawyers and the jury persons. Which reminds me....
On with the story!
Chapter Ten
The brief pause before the head juror spoke again was the longest brief pause in history, universes were destroyed and born again, people were born grew old and died, and Helga was gripping Arnold's hand so tightly he couldn't feel his fingers.
'We find the defendant Louie Santoni guilty of all charges. Our recommended punishment, life imprisonment. We find the defendant Marcus the Weasel Jones Guilty of the attempted murder of Helga Geraldine Pataki, we recommend five years in prison and he be made to pay twenty thousand dollars to Miss Pataki.' The judge banged his gavel down and said,
'Done. Guards take Mr Santoni and Mr Weasel down to the cells.' Helga punched the air and said,
'Yes!' Then she threw her arms around Reba and Arnold hugging them tightly, finally she pulled away and shook Mr Pritchard's hand,
'You are brilliant!' She said with a grin,
'I think we should go out to dinner to celebrate. My treat.' Arnold nodded and Reba smiled,
'I'm up for it hon. What about it Mr Pritchard?' Mr Pritchard nodded,
'I think we all deserve it.'
'I nearly stopped breathing when he paused like that, I thought he was never going to deliver the verdict.' Helga said with a laugh,
'I know you gripped my fingers so hard, I can only just move them now.' Arnold said with a grin,
'Oh sorry Arnold, I was just so convinced he was going to say not guilty.' Arnold nodded,
'I thought so, like they could have gotten away with it.' Mr Pritchard nodded,
'Our evidence was airtight. They couldn't have even considered saying not guilty, not unless they wanted the judge to leap up and strangle them.' Grinning Helga pushed her plate forwards,
'Okay I'm full.' The others nodded, Helga had taken them to a very fancy, very expensive Chinese restaurant, the meal had been eaten and they were now waiting for the bill to be paid so they could leave. Helga called the waiter over and paid for the bill with barely a glance at it, Arnold wondered how well paid her job was if she didn't even need to look at it. Or maybe the twenty grand she would have paid to her was enough to keep her unconcerned.
As Arnold looked around at the few people he considered friends (Mr Pritchard was now his hero) he remembered a time when his friends or the people he had thought were his friends had abandoned him.
(Flashback)
Arnold leant heavily against his locker, correction his and Gerald's locker, and looked out at the teeming mass of students, pushing and shoving to get to lunch. A few said hello to him, but Arnold could tell it was for lack of anything else to say. Other than that nobody spoke to him, most even went out of their way to avoid him, leaving a gap of about a foot around him, it had ceased to bother him, it just meant less shoving as he slowly walked on. A flash of blonde ahead of him made him look up, Helga,
'Helga wait!' He called, Helga turned and Arnold caught a glimpse of the sorrow and guilt written all over her face,
'I have to go Arnold, I have a class.' With that she hurried off and Arnold stared after her, hope of having at least one friend slowly fading.
'Sure.' He said, not to Helga but to himself, he knew that Helga was having a hard time coming to terms with the accident, and the sudden isolation that both teenagers had gotten from other students was almost unbearable. Whether they thought that Arnold and Helga would at least have each other to talk to he didn't know, if they did they were sadly mistaken. Helga hadn't spoken to him properly since they had found out that Gerald and Phoebe's condition was terminal.
(Flash forwards a few years later.)
Straightening his shoulders Arnold looked at his reflection with a mixture of sadness and pride, he was going to receive his shield and become a detective, something he had aimed at since he had joined the force straight out of High School. Sighing he wondered who would be there to cheer him on, his grandparents were both dead, having died the previous year from the flu and he had no friends, not anymore. He didn't even know if Helga would have come, if he had asked her, he vaguely wondered whether she was even in the same city, state or country. He remembered her talking about wanting to live in England, but other than that he had no idea. He could still remember her cheering him and Gerald on at basketball matched, both boys had made the squad and Helga and Phoebe had been to every game and had both cheered like idiots. Smiling he glanced at the calendar,
'First of the month tomorrow, wonder if he knows?' He asked himself. All of a sudden he felt awfully lonely, he hadn't been on a date in years, and if he did go on a date he never went on a second. For all he knew he was going to be a lonely guy for the rest of his life, he had considered getting a room mate but that would have called for him to be sociable, yeah, like that was going to happen.
(Present time.)
'Arnold how about we go back to my place so I can grab a few more things.' Arnold was shaken from his reverie and nodding he took hold of her hand and they walked out of the restaurant, in the twilight the city was beautiful and Arnold couldn't help but think he was the happiest guy alive. Helga smiled at him,
'The weather is perfect tonight isn't it?' Nodding Arnold wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close,
'It's even more perfect with you.' Helga blushed,
'You are so sweet you'll give me cavities.' Arnold grinned,
'When you're around I can't help but be sweet.' Helga smiled as they entered her apartment, apart from bloodstains on her bedroom carpet there was no signs that she had nearly died there or that two men had been shot by Arnold as he protected her. Shuddering she pulled some boxes out of her wardrobe and packed her books and clothes up, when she walked out of the bedroom pulling them she grinned when she saw Arnold packing her books on her bookcase up.
'I see we had the same idea.' Arnold nodded,
'I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, then I think we should look for a new apartment, one that's good location wise for both of us.' Nodding Helga kissed him,
'As you wish.'
(One Month Later)
Helga stepped back and surveyed her work, she was wearing overalls and a bandanna covered her long blonde hair, the apartment she had chosen with Arnold was perfect, large and bright. Two bedrooms but one had been converted into a study, and Helga was painting it cream with a dark red border, the floors were bare boards with dark red and gold rugs scattered over the floor. They had spent a lot of Helga's twenty grand at her insistence and the rooms were perfectly matched.
'There done.' She said with a grin, the boarders had finally been pasted on. Gathering up the sheets she had put down on the floor she stuck them in a basket to be taken down and washed. Arnold came out of the study where he had been putting up shelves and smiled,
'It looks great baby. You did a fantastic job.' Smiling she kissed him and said,
'We did a great job. I think we deserve a pat on the back.' Arnold grinned and picked her up,
'I can think of a better reward.' He said as he carried her into the bedroom.
The End
I finished. Woohoo! Now review please and praise me. ::Laughs:: I know my ego is getting larger and larger.
I got told the other day that Arnold asking Helga to move in was rather quick, well I hope the flashback helped a bit to help you figure out why he did it. It was interesting writing it anyway.