This ones kinda short. The next one will be longer, promise! It also kinda skips to something so please tell me if that was ok. i was kinda nervous about that. Please, i need reviews! it makes me update faster... :) thanks for reading... and REVIEWING!
Kim walked in after knocking and saw them sitting. They were so great together. They were slightly blocked by the table. Tony was leaning against the wall and Michelle was laying down with her head in his lap, looking at him. It seemed this time had done them some good as they were both laughing, and Tony was bent down in his sitting position so that they were almost nose to nose. Kim found it so amazing how people could think that the man in front of her was a traitor. She had known Tony for what felt like a long time and respected him as an agent and a friend. She loved Michelle and knew how perfect they were for each other; she hated the fact that they might not be able to have each other. She knew they Michelle would be crushed, and was sure Tony would be too.
"Just telling you we're going back in," Kim said, slightly awkwardly.
"Okay," said Michelle, flashing her friend a small smile.
Once Kim had walked out, Tony leant down and kissed Michelle briefly on the lips.
"Is there anything we need to talk about?" asked Michelle softly after a pause.
"Well, if they offer some kind of deal, should I take it?" asked Tony, hesitantly.
"It depends." Michelle said.
"I know," said Tony in almost a defeated tone of voice.
He knew what she meant.
"Look, Tony. I, I don't know what I'll do if you get sent to prison," said Michelle quietly.
"I know," he said again, "the thought of living without you is killing me."
They were silent for a moment, both deep in thought.
"I think we should try and get a trial date for as soon as possible. I can't stand not knowing," said Michelle softly.
"Alright," said Tony, "alright."
He stood up and offered her his hand. Together they stood up, went to the table, and sat down, ready to negotiate. What, they didn't know.
Two days later Tony and Michelle still sat together, except now they were in a courtroom, and she wasn't allowed to be held by him. The past two days had seemed like one long day, Michelle staying with him as much as she could, only returning home to change her clothes for trial. The prosecution was now producing evidence. Michelle grimaced slightly as they talked about all of the things he had done wrong and pointed out faults in his faultless record.
"However," said the prosecutor. "This is best described by Almeida himself. Already submitted as Evidence 8 is this tape of Almeida and his wife in holding at Federal."
"Can I object?" said Tony suddenly, as his lawyer hadn't said anything.
"Is there a reason Mr. Almeida?' asked the judge.
"No. Tony sit down, this helps our argument," said his lawyer, Christopher Jones.
"Yes," said Tony to the judge, "This was a private moment between me and my wife. Its nobody's business."
"You were in custody in a federal facility. Anything recorded there, as I'm sure you already know, is amicable in court."
Tony put his head down in a defeated manner, not meeting anybody's eyes as the tape was played. The tape displayed Michelle's crying and her loss of control. Very specifically, it showed Tony wrap her in his arms and her collapse into him, and the pained look on his almost crying face as he held her. Then it showed him pick her up and carry her to the bed where he gently placed her, so she could drift off in her exhaustion. The video skipped to five minutes later when Tony was talking to her motionless body, explaining everything and how much he loved her. The video went black. Everybody stayed silent. Not a soul moved as everybody in the room stared at the blank screen. The silence in the small courtroom was broken by a muffled sob. Everybody seemed to collectively look in the direction of the noise, where Michelle's bloodshot eyes could be seen, the rest of her face hidden by her hands. Her eyes were fixated on him. Tony made to stand up, as he had turned to look at her and was completely captivated, but felt rather than heard the rising of the two guards in the courtroom and sat back down, resting his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, finally facing forward again. He rubbed his forehead and eyes, almost frustrated. The defense seemed to pass in a haze. People were brought up to testify, including Tony, on his behalf, and Jack in particular, by talking about how he, Gael, and Tony had come up with the original plan, seemed to make somewhat of a reasonable argument for Tony's release. Now it was just a matter of awaiting the judge's verdict.