I declare injustice...a test not 4 classes since we started school and in social too. Groan...this is gonna be a long day of studying, anyway enough of my problems I took like 2 hours off to type this so be happy. Also there isn't much cause I like jammed or sprained my fourth finger in football and now it's going all blackish and purpley and blueish...most have burst a lot of blood vessels. Well at least I didn't break my wrist like this other person in my class, FOOTBALL IS DANGEROUS!
Usual don't own a thing...blahblahblah...and plz reveiw.
Thankz to the reviewers:
Simply Crisis: Yep, Joe the football player. You get to learn more about him in this chappie. Spoiled brat...anyways glad you like it. Thankz.
Phoenix aka from the Koromiel and Phoenix team (they gots a great story mates I advise you to check it out)Ah thankyou...unfortunately I only like chapter one too, must be my inexperience with this sorta stuff. Meh, anyways luv yer story.
Secret Whispers: Chapter Five Arguments
Nick and Greg watched Joe sweat behind the glass, he had 3 attornies with him, you can bet he was conferring feverishly with them. Greg's fingers itched, he wanted to turn on the audio, but the accused had his or her right to privacy. "He definitely has something to hide. Where's Grissom when you need him? I wonder if he'll be able to lip read what the guy's saying."
"Well if Grissom were here, I'd think he'd have to obey the rules."
Greg sighed, "I should learn to lip read. It'll be my new hobby."
"Good luck with that." Nick snorted.
"Yeah thanks for the encouragement Nick. I know gultier people who only had one attorney...don't you think this is just perverting the idea of a counsel? Must be pretty expensive too." Greg frowned.
"Yeah it is, but probably not for him. I dug up stuff on our Joe here, turns out he's the son of Judge Warner. The attornies are sure to try to please the judge, so they can win more cases and make more money."
"Oh jeeze." Greg rubbed his brow, "We're so gonna be crushed next time we go to court."
"Yeah, I know. But this is all we got...oh they're finished their hour long discussion." said Nick as one of the attornies signalled for them to enter.
Greg and Nick entered and sat down, Nick turned on the recorder and fed it the necessary information. "So Mr Joseph Warner, you lied in an important investigation involving the death of your best friend Timothy Michaels. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"My client." said the attorney who had signalled them in, "Wants to revise his first statement."
"So why did he lie in the first place?" Nick asked.
"My client was in shock from the lose of his best friend. Surely he wouldn't be able to think clearly."
Then it hit Greg, the attorney was Judge Warner's sister and aunt of Joe. Damn it. Attorney Warner was married to another attorney who was also present in the room, but had kept her maiden name for public purposes. She had short red hair, which tempted Greg very much to call her Moe and sharp red nails, along with a red three piece suit, not exactly the usual favourite grey/black of the attornies.
Nick plowed on, "He didn't seem so when we asked for his statement the first time. He pointed a finger at a perfectly innocent young man, who had a fight with Mr. Michaels prior to Mr. Michaels untimely murder."
Joe who was trying to keep perfectly neutral shot up, "He's not innocent one bit." he snapped.
"Mr. Warner why do you think Mr. Anderson is not innocent? Is it a personal vendetta?"
Attorney Warner grabbed Joe's wrist and forced him to sit down, "My client..."
"Whatever auntie, I want to tell them what a stupid bastard that son of a bitch is."
Joe's third lawyer whispered into Joe's ear, "I want to tell them." he practically shouted.
Greg rolled his eyes. Ahh the pleasure of being rich, you almost always get what you want. "Joseph Warner." DA Warner said. (That is right, right? Defence Attorney Warner. Right?) "I advise you to keep your mouth shut."
Greg leaned over to Nick, "Temper temper." he whispered.
Nick's eyebrows rose a couple of centimetres, "Yeah."
"No." said Joe his face turning beat red, "I won't."
"Please people if you're gonna have a fight please do it in your spare time. Right now we have a police interrogation to think about."
"I..." began Joe but was cut off by Warner.
"One moment please, Mr. Stokes. My client needs to talk to his counsel. Privately."
Nick nodded and shut off the recorder before he and Greg walked out the room. "I finally decided I hate lawyers."
"No, you don't." Greg said, "You only hate them cause they always interfere with interrogations. It's not fair and it's so very irratating, especially when they say stuff like, My client wishes to keep silent by using his rights, or something like that."
"Yeah I know." Nick mumbled into his hands as he rubbed his temples.
"So." came the clipped tones of the one and only Detective Jim Brass. "How's it going?"
"Not good. This is like the second time we've been sent out so Joe could confer with his precious and overpowering auntie DA Warner."
"Ouch, her batting average is very high." Brass said observing the argument going on inside the interrogation room.
"Tell me about it and he's perverting the idea of counsel."
"That I can see. DA Lawrence and DA Metta...whoo...that's really going overboard. Three top lawyers in Navada."
"And the States." Greg added.
"Not to mention his father is Judge Warner and his mother is a prosecutor." Nick said.
"Just like your dear family back in...Texas." Greg said Texas with a overly unnecessary texan accent.
"Hey." Nick said.
"You know, if this keeps happening this interrogation is gonna take all day." Brass said as his cell phone rang. He excused himself and walked down the hall talking to the person on the other line.
"How's it going?" Catherine Willows asked as she walked up.
"Don't you have another case?" Nick asked.
"Got that damn mother fucker in jail." Cath said flipping her shoulder length blonde hair back from her face.
'Touchy case.' Greg mouthed behind Cath's back to Nick.
"Good for you. So decided to bump into our investigation?"
"Maybe...it's a quiet night. I don't want to hang out with Sara and Warrick who are bickering over a chessboard or Gil. He's got another tarantula..." Cath shivered.
"That is sure gonna keep him occupied for the next year." Greg said. He glanced at his watch, "Man they have the longest arguments ever."
"Oh?" Cath inquired.
"Yeah, second time they sent us out so they can keep a lid on Joe." Nick said.
"Joe? As in Judge Warner's son?"
"Yep, prepare for war, mates." Greg sighed dramatically, "We need chairs out here, my legs are getting sore from standing."
"You think they are ever gonna let us in?" Nick asked.
"By this rate we'll be old when they do." Cath said eyeing the heated argument with interest.
One of the lawyers, DA Lawrence came out of the interrogation room, "Our client has nothing to say and wishes to go home."
"Can that really happen during an official police interrogation?" Greg whispered to Cath.
She shrugged, "Maybe, but I have never been in this predicament before."
Nick paused and nodded, DA Lawrence gathered the group up and ushered them out, "We will reschedule." Lawrence shortly before walking out.
Nick muttered something angrily into the wall, "Stupid damn rule."
"What rule is that?" Greg asked.
"No pissing the important people off."