Only Trust Your Heart 4
Who's On Your Side
*Present Day, April 17, 2002
"Cause of death is asphyxiation. What the hell happened here Chandler?" Cynthia Hunter asked him quietly as they sat together in his cell.
"I don't know! I didn't even know her… I treated her a few times but that's it!" Chandler said defensively. After only a few days in prison, it had begun to take it's toll on him. He looked tired and unkempt, his face was already a pasty shade of white.
"Chandler… I need to know everything if I'm going to help you. Everything." Cynthia said quietly.
"I DIDN'T KILL HER!" Chandler jumped up, startling Cynthia and sending papers flying out of her hand.
"I'm sorry. I-I just need to get out of here. I'm innocent." Chandler took a deep breath to clear his mind. The last thing he needed was to scare away his attorney.
"I believe you Chandler, I do. I just need to figure out… who else might have done this? How did your sperm get on her person?" Cynthia asked.
"I-I don't…" Chandler broke down and began to cry as Cynthia watched.
"Are you sure you NEVER slept with her?" Cynthia asked again, hoping he would not lash out.
"I-I told you. I love my wife I would never cheat on her. Never. I never touched any patient or anybody else in any inappropriate way. I'm an honest guy." Chandler said tiredly.
"I'm sorry, I have to ask this. Could your wife have done it?"
Chandler's head snapped up and his eyed closed to slits. "How-how could you even THINK that?" He roared.
"Well…" Cynthia stammered nervously. "If she thought you were having an affair… she might have been jealous and killed Clarice. Listen Chandler, you're a rich man. I don't know how family life has been for you lately, but could your wife be trying to get back at you? Because if you are convicted, all your money goes straight to her. A net worth of 3 million. She has motive. I think it was her."
*Flashback to March 27, 2001.
"Please Chandler? Come on! I need the money, and you know, it's fun so why not?" Joey whined.
"Because it's sick Joey! I know you've done it before, and you know what? That's your business. You needed the money and this is your type of thing, but me? Monica would KILL me if she found out! Besides, I don't want to be 80 and wondering how many kids I've actually got!" Chandler retorted.
"Come on! It pays $700! That's a lot of money, enough to cover rent for a whole month! Even your job doesn't pay you that much for 10 minutes of fun." Joey continued to push.
"Joey, I'm not donating my sperm to a bank. This is not my idea of fun." Chandler argued.
"I don't want to go alone, come on, this is the kind of stuff guys do together!" Joey said.
"Joey…" Chandler started.
"Listen, Joe, I'll go with you." Ross offered as he got up out of his chair.
Joey looked at him for a second before turning back to Chandler.
"Please Chandler. Please! I'll never ask for anything from you for as long as I live… just do me this one favour. I swear I won't say a word to Monica, and I'm sure Ross can agree to that?" Joey looked at Ross who nodded.
"Joey!" Chandler tried to silence his whining.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please…" Joey droned on.
"Fine! God Joey you're like an annoying little kid!" Chandler groaned as he stood up and grabbed his coat. "I can't believe we're doing this…. Wait, I can get this sealed right? Like only for use in fertility studies, not for…. Sale?" Chandler inquired, more to Ross than Joey.
"Umm.." Joey looked to Ross for help.
"Yeah, I think you can… just double check at the desk when you're picking up your check." Ross laughed.
Chandler silenced him with a glare and left the room as they all followed, slamming the door behind them.
*Present Day, April 18, 2002
"Guys, I'm going to see Chandler. Anyone else want to come?" Monica asked as she pulled her coat off the rack and looked around at the four remaining members of the gang.
"Sure, I'll come." Joey jumped right up.
Rachel and Pheobe looked at each other nervously and decided not to answer.
"Rachel? Ross? Phoebe?" Monica asked with her hand on the doorknob, prepared to leave.
"Actually, you know I was going to do some work." Rachel answered quickly.
"Yeah and I was going to help her…" Both Ross and Phoebe said at the exact same time.
Monica raised an eyebrow.
"Guys? What's going on?"
"Nothing… we're just… busy." Ross said.
"Ross!" Monica demanded.
"I-I don't see how you can believe him!" Everyone turned to look at him sharply, surprised that this was coming out of their best friends mouth.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked slowly, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
"Hi-his own sperm was on her underwear! The underwear of an extremely beautiful young woman! A woman who had been his patient for several months… alone with him in his room!" Ross finished yelling, out of breath.
The tears that had threatened to flow before now flowed freely down Monica's face
"You listen here Ross. Chandler is the most loving husband in the world. I love him more than anything in the world and he loves me! There is no way in hell… NO WAY that he could have done this! He was framed! By who? We don't know, but he didn't do it! Nice to know he has friends like you." Monica screamed at him as she left through the door, with Joey following close behind.
"I can't believe you Ross. How could you do this?" Joey asked him angrily before he slammed the door.
As soon as Monica and Joey had left Rachel turned around.
"Ross, I know what you're feeling. These doubts, I have them too. Sometimes I think, how could it not be Chandler? All the evidence points to him, but then I think… it's Chandler. How could he ever do something like this? How could we ever accuse him of doing this? Ross, it's one thing to think this to yourself, but to say this to Monica? His wife? Your sister? You stepped over the line." Rachel reasoned with him. Phoebe nodded her head approvingly and they both walked out of the apartment, leaving Ross alone and seething.
"I'll make them see." Ross thought to himself bitterly as he also grabbed his coat and headed out the door, slamming the new door so hard that it splintered after him.
At Chandler's cell, same day
Cynthia had arrived again early that morning to talk to Chandler about the case… reason him through to try to make him see what was happening around him
"Chandler, somebody strangled her and dumped her in the woods behind your office, and parked her car in your building's parking lot. She has no other contacts in the building, only you. On the night of June 17, did she come to see you?" Cynthia asked.
"No. She did not." Chandler assured her.
Cynthia took a deep breath. "Do you come home late at night?"
"Yes. I'm usually not home before 8… I'd say normally I'm home around 9 but sometimes even after 11." Chandler said.
"Is it even remotely possible that your wife thought you were having an affair with Clarice Thompson?" Cynthia asked.
Chandler paused a minute. "No. She couldn't have. She knows I love her too much."
"Maybe she is using your love against you… she knows you are blinded by it."
"NO!" Chandler said, refusing to listen to her.
"Chandler… do you understand my job? I have to provide the jury with reasonable doubt! If you refuse to co-operate, then you will be spending the rest of your life in jail. As of right now, you have no alibi, they have your DNA at the site, and they think you've had an affair with her! This is a pretty high profile murder, you're a rich and pretty famous man here. This is not going to go by unnoticed, already all the potential jurors out there have probably seen pictures and heard things about this case all over the news and radios… when they come in, like it or not they are going to think you're guilty. A young, smart, beautiful woman was killed here, they're going to want to pin someone with the blame. If you don't let me… accuse someone, where… where laying the blame is believable… we're not going to find reasonable doubt and you're going to be serving life for first degree murder. I have to go after your wife. She's got reason and motive… it's believable and just by doing this, I could manufacture reasonable doubt." Cynthia told him quietly and slowly, hoping that every word was sinking in to his think skull.
Just then, a guard came by and tapped on the door.
"Mr. Bing? You have some visitors. A Monica Bing and Joey Tribbiani."
Chandler nodded his head and began to stand up.
"Chandler, will you let me do this?" Cynthia asked.
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Who's On Your Side
*Present Day, April 17, 2002
"Cause of death is asphyxiation. What the hell happened here Chandler?" Cynthia Hunter asked him quietly as they sat together in his cell.
"I don't know! I didn't even know her… I treated her a few times but that's it!" Chandler said defensively. After only a few days in prison, it had begun to take it's toll on him. He looked tired and unkempt, his face was already a pasty shade of white.
"Chandler… I need to know everything if I'm going to help you. Everything." Cynthia said quietly.
"I DIDN'T KILL HER!" Chandler jumped up, startling Cynthia and sending papers flying out of her hand.
"I'm sorry. I-I just need to get out of here. I'm innocent." Chandler took a deep breath to clear his mind. The last thing he needed was to scare away his attorney.
"I believe you Chandler, I do. I just need to figure out… who else might have done this? How did your sperm get on her person?" Cynthia asked.
"I-I don't…" Chandler broke down and began to cry as Cynthia watched.
"Are you sure you NEVER slept with her?" Cynthia asked again, hoping he would not lash out.
"I-I told you. I love my wife I would never cheat on her. Never. I never touched any patient or anybody else in any inappropriate way. I'm an honest guy." Chandler said tiredly.
"I'm sorry, I have to ask this. Could your wife have done it?"
Chandler's head snapped up and his eyed closed to slits. "How-how could you even THINK that?" He roared.
"Well…" Cynthia stammered nervously. "If she thought you were having an affair… she might have been jealous and killed Clarice. Listen Chandler, you're a rich man. I don't know how family life has been for you lately, but could your wife be trying to get back at you? Because if you are convicted, all your money goes straight to her. A net worth of 3 million. She has motive. I think it was her."
*Flashback to March 27, 2001.
"Please Chandler? Come on! I need the money, and you know, it's fun so why not?" Joey whined.
"Because it's sick Joey! I know you've done it before, and you know what? That's your business. You needed the money and this is your type of thing, but me? Monica would KILL me if she found out! Besides, I don't want to be 80 and wondering how many kids I've actually got!" Chandler retorted.
"Come on! It pays $700! That's a lot of money, enough to cover rent for a whole month! Even your job doesn't pay you that much for 10 minutes of fun." Joey continued to push.
"Joey, I'm not donating my sperm to a bank. This is not my idea of fun." Chandler argued.
"I don't want to go alone, come on, this is the kind of stuff guys do together!" Joey said.
"Joey…" Chandler started.
"Listen, Joe, I'll go with you." Ross offered as he got up out of his chair.
Joey looked at him for a second before turning back to Chandler.
"Please Chandler. Please! I'll never ask for anything from you for as long as I live… just do me this one favour. I swear I won't say a word to Monica, and I'm sure Ross can agree to that?" Joey looked at Ross who nodded.
"Joey!" Chandler tried to silence his whining.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please…" Joey droned on.
"Fine! God Joey you're like an annoying little kid!" Chandler groaned as he stood up and grabbed his coat. "I can't believe we're doing this…. Wait, I can get this sealed right? Like only for use in fertility studies, not for…. Sale?" Chandler inquired, more to Ross than Joey.
"Umm.." Joey looked to Ross for help.
"Yeah, I think you can… just double check at the desk when you're picking up your check." Ross laughed.
Chandler silenced him with a glare and left the room as they all followed, slamming the door behind them.
*Present Day, April 18, 2002
"Guys, I'm going to see Chandler. Anyone else want to come?" Monica asked as she pulled her coat off the rack and looked around at the four remaining members of the gang.
"Sure, I'll come." Joey jumped right up.
Rachel and Pheobe looked at each other nervously and decided not to answer.
"Rachel? Ross? Phoebe?" Monica asked with her hand on the doorknob, prepared to leave.
"Actually, you know I was going to do some work." Rachel answered quickly.
"Yeah and I was going to help her…" Both Ross and Phoebe said at the exact same time.
Monica raised an eyebrow.
"Guys? What's going on?"
"Nothing… we're just… busy." Ross said.
"Ross!" Monica demanded.
"I-I don't see how you can believe him!" Everyone turned to look at him sharply, surprised that this was coming out of their best friends mouth.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked slowly, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
"Hi-his own sperm was on her underwear! The underwear of an extremely beautiful young woman! A woman who had been his patient for several months… alone with him in his room!" Ross finished yelling, out of breath.
The tears that had threatened to flow before now flowed freely down Monica's face
"You listen here Ross. Chandler is the most loving husband in the world. I love him more than anything in the world and he loves me! There is no way in hell… NO WAY that he could have done this! He was framed! By who? We don't know, but he didn't do it! Nice to know he has friends like you." Monica screamed at him as she left through the door, with Joey following close behind.
"I can't believe you Ross. How could you do this?" Joey asked him angrily before he slammed the door.
As soon as Monica and Joey had left Rachel turned around.
"Ross, I know what you're feeling. These doubts, I have them too. Sometimes I think, how could it not be Chandler? All the evidence points to him, but then I think… it's Chandler. How could he ever do something like this? How could we ever accuse him of doing this? Ross, it's one thing to think this to yourself, but to say this to Monica? His wife? Your sister? You stepped over the line." Rachel reasoned with him. Phoebe nodded her head approvingly and they both walked out of the apartment, leaving Ross alone and seething.
"I'll make them see." Ross thought to himself bitterly as he also grabbed his coat and headed out the door, slamming the new door so hard that it splintered after him.
At Chandler's cell, same day
Cynthia had arrived again early that morning to talk to Chandler about the case… reason him through to try to make him see what was happening around him
"Chandler, somebody strangled her and dumped her in the woods behind your office, and parked her car in your building's parking lot. She has no other contacts in the building, only you. On the night of June 17, did she come to see you?" Cynthia asked.
"No. She did not." Chandler assured her.
Cynthia took a deep breath. "Do you come home late at night?"
"Yes. I'm usually not home before 8… I'd say normally I'm home around 9 but sometimes even after 11." Chandler said.
"Is it even remotely possible that your wife thought you were having an affair with Clarice Thompson?" Cynthia asked.
Chandler paused a minute. "No. She couldn't have. She knows I love her too much."
"Maybe she is using your love against you… she knows you are blinded by it."
"NO!" Chandler said, refusing to listen to her.
"Chandler… do you understand my job? I have to provide the jury with reasonable doubt! If you refuse to co-operate, then you will be spending the rest of your life in jail. As of right now, you have no alibi, they have your DNA at the site, and they think you've had an affair with her! This is a pretty high profile murder, you're a rich and pretty famous man here. This is not going to go by unnoticed, already all the potential jurors out there have probably seen pictures and heard things about this case all over the news and radios… when they come in, like it or not they are going to think you're guilty. A young, smart, beautiful woman was killed here, they're going to want to pin someone with the blame. If you don't let me… accuse someone, where… where laying the blame is believable… we're not going to find reasonable doubt and you're going to be serving life for first degree murder. I have to go after your wife. She's got reason and motive… it's believable and just by doing this, I could manufacture reasonable doubt." Cynthia told him quietly and slowly, hoping that every word was sinking in to his think skull.
Just then, a guard came by and tapped on the door.
"Mr. Bing? You have some visitors. A Monica Bing and Joey Tribbiani."
Chandler nodded his head and began to stand up.
"Chandler, will you let me do this?" Cynthia asked.
To be continued pending reviews...