There Is No Justice

By Arnoldnhelga4eva

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold or Harvard

Hey, here's my new story that I've been talking about for a while. Helga and Phoebe (Defense Attorneys) get stuck with a case they'd rather not deal with. Arnold (the detective) and Helga discover something that could change everything around. When they get caught up in the swirl of the case, will they get caught up in something else?

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Chapter 1: Not Guilty

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Quote: 'The things we don't realize can only prove our blindness.'

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'Okay, tell me what you're gonnna plead.'

'Not guilty! I swear I didn't do it!' the grotesque looking man told the young defense attorney. It was her third year on the job but she played it like she'd been doing this for ages. A Harvard graduate and right away the best law firms in the country were begging her to come work for them. Taking an offer close to home was the best choice, however, she lived clear across town; far away from the place she used to call home. Looking the man straight in the eye she thought would make him talk, but it did nothing. It only made his whining louder, like a little three-year-old saying he didn't spill his juice on mom's nice tablecloth.

'Miss Pataki I swear. If I would've done it, I would've told ya. I was set up! I loved my wife!'

What a liar, Helga thought.

'Look Bill, if you don't talk now and tell the truth, the sentence will be worse! We've gotta settle this now or you're gonna be looking at 25 years to life in prison. You'll--'

'So nobody believes me.' He interpolated. 'I should've known. You always get the truth out of everyone--'

'Except you, Bucko. You're my hardest client yet.' She spoke slowly and seriously while slamming her hands on the table. Usually she wasn't this aggressive with her clients, but all evidence was pointed right at him and she wanted the best deal for him. All evidence pointed right at him. If he would just confess.

But what does she know about confessions? The hardest one was for that one boy--man actually, that she never told but once, and he didn't believe her. Or maybe he just didn't want to believe her. That's one reason she went into law school. She wanted people to tell the truth and not to keep it hidden like she always had. Not one time could she ever tell him but that one incident, how she really felt. Getting this information out of this man was top on her list if it was the last thing she'd ever do. She wasn't about to make a fool of herself in court. She'd make him confess.

'Bill,' she started a little less maliciously, 'You're my hardest client yet, but honesty is the best way out. And truthfully, I don't believe you. I haven't gotten the truth out of you.'

'Oh but you have Miss Pataki. That's one thing all your clients have in common, we've all told you the truth. There's something about you that makes people want to confess, and I've told you. If you don't believe me, then it's gonna be harder for you to win the case; impossible in fact. Maybe I should let you think about it overnight. Go see that one detective about the evidence. What's his name again? Arnold.something?' Helga's heart did a double flip in her chest and her face turned bright crimson. One reason she took this case was because Arnold was the main detective with all the details of the evidence. If she needed to go see him, she'd have no problem doing that.

'Fine Bill, I'm going to go see him, and you'll have tonight to think about telling us the truth tomorrow. C'mon Phoebes.' Getting up without looking at him she walked out of the room with Phoebe trailing behind, notepad in hand and a pencil tucked neatly behind her ear. Phoebe decided to let Helga do all the talking this time, because she had a way with people. Something in her made people want to confess. Phoebe decided just to take notes, but left with a blank notepad.

'Phoebes, you go look over his files again. I'll go look at the evidence with Arnold.' Phoebe inwardly grinned. For years Helga had arranged things to be with Arnold. After Phoebe and Helga both graduated from Harvard law, they got word of a job in Hillwood, working with Arnold's agency many times. Quickly jumping to the job, they had worked with Arnold a few times. Once again, Helga found a way to be with Arnold.

'All right Helga. That sounds like a good plan. Call me when you and Arnold have derived the information needed.'

'See ya Phoebes!' Helga called as she walked out of the building. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed a few numbers. It rang a few times before someone answered.

'Hello?' A husky voice answered making Helga's heart melt.

'Hiya football head, it's me. Listen, I need to check out the evidence for this case. My client keeps telling me he's not guilty so I gotta check out what the criminal left behind.'

'Helga, we all know he's guilty. You don't even need the evidence.'

'I know I know, but he's my client and he's paying me a helluva lot of money for this case. Where can I meet you?'

'Well, it's all at the station. Stop by in about five minutes and I'll explain it all in depth.'

'Make it ten. I'm pretty far away so I'll be there at four. See ya round head boy.'

'Whatever you say Helga.' She pressed end on her phone and sighed. Once she reached her car, she pulled out her keys and opened the door. It had been a long day. First of all, her alarm clock decided to stop working the one morning she needed it most. The meeting was half over by the time she got there. Out of breath, she walked into the room with Phoebe and the prosecutors.

'We all know he's guilty, so just give it up Helga!'

'We'll see about that Princess.' Was Helga's only remark to her long time enemy, and now opponent, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. Rhonda was right though, he was guilty. Helga just gave her that ice cold glare as she walked out of Rhonda's office. Winning was another thing high on Helga's priority list. Not because her father harped on her about it day and night, but because she'd show Rhonda once and for all. Unlike Helga, Rhonda was to be the future Mrs. Rudolf Whitney (previously known in their childhood as Peapod kid), the wealthiest man in the country.

The police station came into view as she parked in a vacant spot. As casual as possible, she got out of the car but one look at Arnold (who was waiting for her outside) and her knees turned to jelly, sending her to fall flat on her face. A worried look spread over Arnold's face as he rushed over to help her up.

Nice job Helga! Make yourself look like an idiot in front of Arnold!, she thought.

'Are you okay Helga?' He asked while helping her off the ground. A small blush crept across her face from embarrassment as she brushed herself off.

'I would be if you wouldn't touch me.' She lashed out at him once again without thinking, letting her tongue get the best of her; taking control of her heart.

'Sorry. I was just trying to help. Anyway, the evidence is inside. I also have some other information about suspects. You already know the main suspect, but there are others with other motives that we just discovered by talking to friends and family.'

'Like who?' she inquired.

'Like Bill's brother, Tom. I heard he was having an affair with the victim; not very ethical if you ask me.'

'Yeah, well my client all ready creeps me out enough. I don't need some other schmo to add to the pot.'

'Well, if you want the best trial for your client, then you're gonna have to. I'm sure he's a good--'

'Arnold!' Helga interrupted, 'You say that about everyone, yet there are some people that there is no good in!' Arnold replied with a sigh, showing that once again Helga had defeated him with her wit.

'You know Helga, you sure are indomitable. I mean, nobody could defeat you in an argument. You should think about running for office some day.' Helga just smirked. Once or twice had she thought about it, but only a mere thought.

'Maybe someday football head. For now, we need to get this case cleared.'

'Right, here's the room where the evidence is kept. There's a video camera in here so be careful of what you touch. When we get in there, you need to sign this sheet and--'

"I know I know! Crimeny! I've done this a million times Arnoldo! You don't need to explain it to me again! Sheesh!'

She's still got her old fire, Arnold thought while putting on gloves, and putting his card in the little slot so they could enter the room.

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'And this is his razor, to get hare samples from. The CSI's ordered DNS samples and they matched. Even though this was his home, we still need to go through with every piece of evidence.

'Well I think you should give the razor back to him. It could add some grist to his mill.'

'Helga!'

'What?' she asked innocently. Arnold sighed for a third time that day, showing victory for Helga once again.

'Hey, what's this?' she asked picking up a bag that contained a shard of glass with a piece of denim stuck in it. Dark red blood barely visible covered a small part of the denim and glass as Helga examined it meticulously. Her eyes widened at one realization.

~Flashback~

'So Bill, can I call you Bill?'

'Yeah, of course Miss Pataki. You've just gotta help me win this case!' He pleaded. She took notice of the orange jumpsuit he was forced to wear in prison and decided to make a joke of it.

'So, you don't usually wear jeans and golf shirts do ya? I guess the fashion for men these days is orange jumpsuits?' she asked priggishly.

'Don't like fashion?' He asked tugging at the cloth.

'Never, but the prosecutor is really into it. We all thought she'd become a fashion designer or something.

'Yeah, I never liked jeans, too uncomfortable. I wore golf shirts and khakis often though.'

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That conversation ruminated in Helga's mind as she stared at this piece of evidence. Taking notice of this, Arnold looked at her most peculiarly.

'What is it Helga?' Her eyes adverted over to his as she opened her mouth to try speak. At first nothing came out but some inaudible nonsense. Usually, she was impervious to situations like these. This one, however, caught her off guard. She finally collected her cool, and formed the words that had been on the tip of her tongue. 'H-He's innocent.'

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Well, whadya think of the first chapter? I thought the quote went with the story, so I added it on the top. I wrote that quote, but if somehow someone else wrote something like it, then I'm sorry. I didn't know. Anyway, R/R, tell me whatcha think, and I'll.

C ya l8ter!

Arnoldnhelga4eva