A/N: Yay! We're all finished!!! Thanks for bearing with me! My next fic
should (hopefully) be better, and updated more regularly. At least that's
my goal. Although my goals aren't always realistic: i.e. Cause Greggy to
fall madly in love with me and- Oh, wait. I was naming goals, not
fantasies. Anyway, on with the story!
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"Hey, Sara. What's up?" Nick stepped aside and allowed Sara to enter his house.
"Nothing. I just didn't feel like being alone tonight." Sara set her purse down and flopped on the couch.
"Well, I'm sure I can help with that," Nick grinned slyly. He went to the fridge, "Beer?"
"No, thanks. I don't thing the judge would look too kindly on a hang over," Sara muttered.
"No one gets a hang over from one beer," he said as he handed the bottle to her. She stared at him for a minute, and he remembered the last time they were out partying, "Maybe I should split one with you."
"No, It's okay. I just. Nervous, I guess."
"Sara, you can't lose. We've all made sure of that! Just go in there, and show them what evidence you have. You can't lose!" he repeated.
"Nick, I haven't won yet. I mean, I'm 99.9 percent sure that I've got this won, but. It's that other .01 percent that bothers me. Something could go wrong. It's happened before. I just- She didn't deserve this!"
"I know. Nobody does. But what are the odds of losing? We have his skin under her fingernails, his semen on her bed, his fingerprints all over the murder weapon, and on her gun." Nick hugged Sara, "There's no way you can lose!"
"I know. But I'm still nervous. I just- I want to do this. For her. I want him to go to prison for what he did. And I want him there longer then a week!" Nick sighed. Sara really liked Melody as a colleague and a friend.
"Sara, honey, this isn't about revenge. It's about justice."
"Right, justice." Sara sighed, grabbed the beer from Nick and took a big gulp.
** The next day **
Nick sat quietly next to Sara, dressed in a black suit and tie. Sara nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She looked up expectantly as the jury filed back into the courtroom.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" His honor asked.
"Yes, sir," the foreman replied.
"Oh, God," Sara muttered.
"Relax, you did fine," Nick said.
"Yeah, right. They made some very convincing arguments!" She hissed. Nick smiled, it was true. They had made some outstanding arguments, but Nick knew Sara had nailed it.
"We, the jury, find Jeff Martin guilty for the rape and murder of Melody Harper," she replied.
"Oh, thank god," Sara muttered, "It's over."
"Good job, Sar. I knew you could do it!" Nick said embraced her tightly.
"Thanks."
"You nailed it!" Warrick said coming up to Sara. "She would have been proud."
"Yeah, well."
"Let's all go out for breakfast to celebrate another successful trial. My treat." Grissom offered. The others nodded. Nick put his arm around Sara, and started to lead her out of the courtroom. Grissom and Catherine whispered something to each other, then Catherine reached up and hugged Grissom. Warrick watched the two of them leave the courtroom.
"Well, come on, Greg," Warrick said, "What were you here for, anyway?"
"What? I can't come to trial to offer my friends a little moral support?"
"You still dig Sara, don't you?" Warrick wondered.
"Oh yeah," He admitted as she turned the corner, "She's got a nice- "
Warrick cut him off, "Let's go Greg." Greg sighed and followed Warrick to Grissom's car.
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A/N: Sorry about the abrupt ending. I don't know how "in character" it was, but I tried. Please review and let me know what you thought!
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"Hey, Sara. What's up?" Nick stepped aside and allowed Sara to enter his house.
"Nothing. I just didn't feel like being alone tonight." Sara set her purse down and flopped on the couch.
"Well, I'm sure I can help with that," Nick grinned slyly. He went to the fridge, "Beer?"
"No, thanks. I don't thing the judge would look too kindly on a hang over," Sara muttered.
"No one gets a hang over from one beer," he said as he handed the bottle to her. She stared at him for a minute, and he remembered the last time they were out partying, "Maybe I should split one with you."
"No, It's okay. I just. Nervous, I guess."
"Sara, you can't lose. We've all made sure of that! Just go in there, and show them what evidence you have. You can't lose!" he repeated.
"Nick, I haven't won yet. I mean, I'm 99.9 percent sure that I've got this won, but. It's that other .01 percent that bothers me. Something could go wrong. It's happened before. I just- She didn't deserve this!"
"I know. Nobody does. But what are the odds of losing? We have his skin under her fingernails, his semen on her bed, his fingerprints all over the murder weapon, and on her gun." Nick hugged Sara, "There's no way you can lose!"
"I know. But I'm still nervous. I just- I want to do this. For her. I want him to go to prison for what he did. And I want him there longer then a week!" Nick sighed. Sara really liked Melody as a colleague and a friend.
"Sara, honey, this isn't about revenge. It's about justice."
"Right, justice." Sara sighed, grabbed the beer from Nick and took a big gulp.
** The next day **
Nick sat quietly next to Sara, dressed in a black suit and tie. Sara nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She looked up expectantly as the jury filed back into the courtroom.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" His honor asked.
"Yes, sir," the foreman replied.
"Oh, God," Sara muttered.
"Relax, you did fine," Nick said.
"Yeah, right. They made some very convincing arguments!" She hissed. Nick smiled, it was true. They had made some outstanding arguments, but Nick knew Sara had nailed it.
"We, the jury, find Jeff Martin guilty for the rape and murder of Melody Harper," she replied.
"Oh, thank god," Sara muttered, "It's over."
"Good job, Sar. I knew you could do it!" Nick said embraced her tightly.
"Thanks."
"You nailed it!" Warrick said coming up to Sara. "She would have been proud."
"Yeah, well."
"Let's all go out for breakfast to celebrate another successful trial. My treat." Grissom offered. The others nodded. Nick put his arm around Sara, and started to lead her out of the courtroom. Grissom and Catherine whispered something to each other, then Catherine reached up and hugged Grissom. Warrick watched the two of them leave the courtroom.
"Well, come on, Greg," Warrick said, "What were you here for, anyway?"
"What? I can't come to trial to offer my friends a little moral support?"
"You still dig Sara, don't you?" Warrick wondered.
"Oh yeah," He admitted as she turned the corner, "She's got a nice- "
Warrick cut him off, "Let's go Greg." Greg sighed and followed Warrick to Grissom's car.
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A/N: Sorry about the abrupt ending. I don't know how "in character" it was, but I tried. Please review and let me know what you thought!