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Chapter 18: Order in the court.
She was quiet for the rest of the day. She continued to call in sick for the rest of the week. Jude just was so shaken by the shooting that she couldn't think, she couldn't work.
"Tom!" Georgia yelled, marching over to him.
"What?" Tom snapped unintentionally. With Jude so on edge, he was having difficulty keeping his cool.
"Jude just called in sick, again," she explained. "That's the forth day in a row, Tommy."
"I know…"
"What are we going to do about it?"
"What can we do about it, Georgia?"
"We are in charge here, and we can tell her to get her butt down here, even if she's your girlfriend."
"She saw someone get shot."
"So did we, so did Kwest, but he's here."
"That bullet was meant for her. How would you feel if someone you knew was shot by a bullet that was meant for you? Probably not very good."
"But four days? No one needs that much time to get over it."
"Well Jude isn't an ordinary person."
"You're telling me. Just get her down here."
"Aye, aye, captain!" He joked, saluting.
Georgia gave him a stern look and shut herself back into her office.
Tommy headed towards the door but at that moment a delivery guy came in. "Tom Quincy?"
"Depends on who wants to know…"
"Delivery?"
"Right." He took the envelope from the guy and signed for it. He nodded a goodbye and tore it open. "No…" He muttered once he read what the papers said.
"Jude, are you home?" Tommy called as he came inside the house. He looked over and found her laying on the couch, blankets pulled around her. "Oh Jude," he muttered sitting next to her.
"I shot her…" She whispered.
"You didn't, it was Chaz."
"It might as well have been me."
"No… But you can't stay in bed for the rest of your life."
"Why not?"
"Georgia wanted me to come get you."
"Oh…"
"And then I got this." He handed her the envelope.
She opened it and read the papers. "Chaz's trial is next week?"
"Yeah."
"And we have to be witnesses?"
"Again, yeah."
"This sucks…"
"I know."
She sat up and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Why do we have to do this?" She asked.
"If we don't then Chaz might get off and he might come after you again."
"Okay, I get it…"
He ran his fingers through her hair and just rocked her slowly. "It'll be alright. You just go onto the stand answer a couple of questions and then go sit down."
"What if I don't want to do this?"
"I don't think you have a choice, Sweetie…"
"This sucks…"
He kissed the top of her head. "I know."
AN: Hey everyone! Sorry that it took me so long to update but my keyboard decided to be stupid and block out the keys yuhjnm and you'll be surprised how often you use those keys. Anyways, R&R!