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Chapter 15
"Miss Cohen, what is your relationship with Detective Munch?" The defense attorney asked.
"Objection your honor, relevance?" Casey asked, standing up from her seat.
"If Miss Cohen has a personal relationship with one of the lead detectives on my client's case then there could be bias in her accounts of what happened."
"I'll allow it, but tread lightly." The judge said, leaning back into his chair.
"I'll repeat the question, Miss Cohen. What is your relationship with Detective Munch?"
"We're old friends… we grew up together." Sara said, suddenly feeling nervous about having to discuss a relationship that she didn't even know where it was going.
"Do you see each other often?"
"No, the first time I had seen him in years was the other day at the police station when I was making my statement."
"How do we know that's true?"
"I thought that he was still living in Baltimore."
"Of course. Tell me Miss Cohen, after you were released from the emergency room from your first "encounter" with my client where did you stay?"
"With Detective Munch, my apartment had become a crime scene and Evan knew where I lived so I couldn't go back. Detective Munch let me stay with him."
"What were the sleeping arrangements?"
"Objection your honor!" Casey said, standing up looking rather annoyed. "That is a totally irrelevant question."
"Sustained. Move along."
"Miss Cohen, have you changed any of actual events so that your "good friend" would have an easier time making a case?"
"Are you serious? I saw Evan Kline digging in the lot where his wife's body was found. He broke into my apartment and almost killed me, and then he broke in again and trashed the place. I got the living room cleaned up but the bedroom and kitchen are still a mess if you want to drop by sometime. Then he kidnaps me and shoots me. You're really asking me if I made any of this up? Check the medical reports, hell look at me." Sara reached up and pulled down the collar of her shirt to reveal the dark bruises from where Evan had tried to strangle her. "Do these look made up to you? I'd show you the hole he put in my shoulder but the doctor said not remove the bandage."
"No more questions your honor." The defense attorney said meekly before making his way back to the table where Evan Kline sat with a smirk on his face.
"Miss Cohen, you are dismissed." The judge said, turning to Sara. She quietly stood up and walked out of the courtroom. It was a closed trial so no one was aloud to sit in and watch.
Out in the hall John sat waiting for Sara to come out. He stood when she walked through the doors. "Hey, how'd it go?"
"Hug me please." Sara said wearily leaning against John's chest.
"That good huh?" John replied, wrapping an arm around her back.
"He asked me about my relationship with Detective Munch, how I knew you, if I made anything up to help with your case against Kline. The sleeping arrangements of me staying with you."
"What? They can't ask that."
"Casey objected and he dropped it."
"What did you say when they asked about us?"
"That we were old friends who grew up together. I said that the day I made my first statement against Kline was the first I had seen you in years. And as to me making anything up I ran through the list of things that he had done to me. I also suggested he look at me if he thought anything was a lie. Then I pulled down the collar of my shirt and asked if the bruises looked made up."
"Just old friends?" John asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I didn't really feel at liberty to discuss something that I was unsure of myself. Are we going to become more than old friends?" She and John had started to walk out of the building, his arm was still wrapped around her.
"I would be okay with that."
"I would too." She looked up at her and smiled.
"Okay then." He grinned back at her then leaned down to give her a kiss.
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John had the rest of the day off of work so he and Sara decided to make the most of it, cause who knew when he would have a day off again. They spent a lot of time in the apartment, the bedroom to be more precise. "Lets go get something to eat." Sara said, finally sitting up in the bed.
"You seem to get hungry around me."
"Do you really need me to prove that you're not the only smart ass around here?"
"No proof needed." He smirked, pulling her into a deep kiss. "There's a deli around the corner."
"One of the selling points of the apartment I'm sure."
"I was serious when I said I didn't need proof of you being a smart ass."
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"John I think you're phone's ringing." Sara said as they were walking out of the deli.
"Yeah, that's mine." He mumbled, worried that he was going to be called back into work. He pulled the phone from his jacket pocket and opened it. "Munch?"
"Hey John it's Casey"
"Hey Casey, what's going on."
"The jury is back already."
"And?"
"Guilty on all charges, he's headed for death row."
"Great, I'll let Sara know. Thanks Casey."
"Sure thing John."
"Was that about the trial?" Sara asked, nervously.
"Yeah. He was convicted on all charges. And has been sentenced to death row." John gave her a small smile. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall. "Hey, please don't cry."
They stopped walking and were facing each other. "I'm just… happy… and I feel bad about being so happy about someone getting the death sentence." With that the tears began to pour from her eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. He did a lot to you not to mention killing his wife, the person that he should never have hurt. Neither of you deserved what he did. You know you're a much better person then me."
Sara managed a confused laugh through her crying. "How am I better person then the detective?"
He leaned in close and whispered to her. "I'm glad that he was convicted… I don't like seeing people I love in pain."
"You love me?" Sara stopped crying and looked up at him.
"Was there ever any doubt? Of course I love you."
"I love you too." And with that they kissed again. "Lets go, I'm hungry."
"Again… oh… hungry."
"Yeah hungry." Sara laughed and John just smiled at her. It was then that John realized how much he truly loved this woman and there was no conspiracy he could find there, only supported facts.
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Well that's all for this one. I might do a follow up if I can get a good idea for it. Reviews as always please.