Now we finally have a court case. Remember, this takes several court visits for the jury to decide a sentence. One more thing, I've never seen an actual court case except on TV, so bare with me. Review please!

Sam and I walked together and sat down on the table on the left. Operative K was on the right desk. He set his papers on his desk. The judge sat on the pulpit with the hammer in his hand. He hammered two times to get everyone's attention. The court was in session. I bit my bottom lip while clutching the papers in my hands.

"Court's in session!" The judge announced. "This is the case of the Guys in White verses Sam Manson concerning her sentence. Will the executor please step forward?"

"Sam Manson has been reported of trespassing into government property, destroying property, and freeing one of our prisoners," Operative K announced before I stood up right away.

"I object! The prisoner was already bailed out!" I corrected.

"Objection sustained. Go on," the judge said.

"For these criminal actions, we are to sentence Sam Manson to prison for three years," Operative K finished before sitting back down.

"What do you say, Sam Manson?" The judge asked.

"I am Miss Manson's lawyer, Operative 29 or Danny Fenton. My client admits that what she did was wrong and apologizes for her actions. She's willing to pay for her crime, but asks to not be imprisoned in the facility," I told the judge.

"I object!" Operative K shouted.

"What's your objection?" The judge asked.

"Why would Miss Manson not want to be punished in our particular building? What is the reason that Miss Manson would believe that our prison is different than any other prison?" Operative K asked.

"It's the treatment that you have put on your other prisoners. I have proof," I replied while giving the papers and pictures to the judge. "As you can see. I have retrieved papers of two prisoners who have been abused during their sentence. I believe the prison in the Guys in White facility is unhealthy for this sixteen year old girl who has not reached adulthood yet."

"Thank you. You may sit down now," the judge said before facing K. "K, will you please step forward?"

"Yes," Operative K replied.

"According to the evidence that 29 has given to me, you have done an experimentation on one of your prisoners that includes dissection. You are aware that dissecting a human being while alive is considered murder, am I correct?" The judge asked.

"Correct, but we were not aware that the boy was human. We canceled the experimentation after discovering this. You can see right here, he's alive and well," Operative K smirked while staring at me. He thought he was winning, but I was one step ahead of his nonsense.

"Objection!" I shouted.

"What is your objection?" The judge asked.

"He till cut open this prisoner and isn't that illegal?" I asked. "Isn't that considered attempted murder?"

"Yes it is. Do you have any evidence?" The judge asked.

I smirked before unbuttoning my suit and showing the two scars to the judge and to the jury. Everyone gasped in pure horror. Operative K's head started boiling. I was one step ahead of him all the way. I buttoned my suit back up.

"If that doesn't show attempted murder, I don't know what will," I smirked.

"That will be enough, 29. Operative K, this is an outrage. I don't care if this kid is full or half ghost, what you did was attempted murder. I'll be scheduling a court session concerning the Guys in White's treatment toward their prisoners," the judge announced before hammering on the pulpit. "Court dismissed!"

"Did we win?" Sam asked.

"Not yet. We still have several more cases, which means more work for me," I replied.

"I hope we get through this, Danny."

"We will, Sam. The next court date will be another week. I hope you're prepared for that."

"I'm prepared for anything."

I smiled before we left the courtroom. I took Sam into her cell in the prison chamber and made sure it was locked tight. She smiled at me with her eyes half closed while taking my hand that had the keys in it.

"The prison gate is locked tight?" Sam asked romantically.

"Yes," I smiled.

"What if the keys happen to slip off your fingers?" Sam asked me in a whisper while slowing grabbing a hold of the keys.

"I always had butterfingers," I said when both Sam's and I's hands, that had the keys, connected and our faces came closer. Our lips were about to touch when we both heard the prison door open. I looked to the door and saw Rachel, who dropped all the papers in her hands. My face turned red and snatched the keys from Sam and put them back on the hook. "Hey Rachel. You dropped your papers."

"Right," Rachel replied before picking up the papers and giving them to me. She looked at Sam with curiosity, and then put her head down with her lips scrunched. "I have to get back."

"That's fine," I said before Rachel streamed out the door.

"What's her problem?" Sam asked.

"It's complicated," I answered before scratching the back of my neck. "Stay in there and I'll get the papers ready."

"You do that."

I exited out the prison chamber. It was disappointing that I didn't get to kiss Sam. I bet that made Rachel feel special knowing that she ruined Sam's and I's special reunion. It didn't really matter. As I said before, I had more important things to worry about.

I went to the computer lab where I did more research. I was preparing for the next week's court session. Charles noticed me and saw how busy I was on the computer. He was eating an apple and watched me do my research.

"I heard about what happened at court. That was brilliant. Did you see the look on K's face?" Charles asked.

"Yeah," I grinned before pressing print on the computer. "I want to see more of that on our other court sessions. If I gather enough information, we can bust this case."

"Neato."

"Got that right. I closer I get to winning the jury's attention the better."

"I just hope you do great in court."

"You know me."

"Not really."

I started chuckling before gathering the papers I printed out. I wrote a letter to my parents and my sister Jazz to have them as witnesses. It was important that they would be witnesses concerning Sam's case. I also wrote a letter to Tucker. The first reply I got was from Tucker. He didn't know I was the one writing the letter, since I signed under Operative 29. It was better for nobody that I knew to know what happened to me yet.

My friends helped me. Rachel seemed very down after ruining Sam's and I's kiss. It wasn't that I was mad at her for it, since it was an accident, but I was disappointed. I was aware that Rachel was probably hurt by catching Sam and I getting too close, but it wasn't my problem and I had bigger ones. I didn't like Rachel that much anyway.

I went to Sam's prison and gave her food. Sam smiled brightly and took the food. I started eating with her inside the cell. What was anybody going to say? I was a ghost and I could take care of myself.

Sam and I started talking about stuff other than the court case. We talked about the times we did stuff together and the times we hunted ghosts. We laughed and cried, Sam did anyway, I just laughed. I told Sam about the things that happened while I was a prisoner. She was very interested and I was too.