Interlude: Trial
"The Prosecution calls Miss Kimberly Possible to the stand." On cue, Kim walked through the large wooden doors of the courtroom. It really looked like one of the sets from a crime drama, with the dark paneled furniture, stereotypical jury box, and the judge herself. She was an older woman, and seemed to have aged like the milk that had gone bad in Shego's refrigerator after it had stopped working (Kim had helped her get a new one, using up one of her many owed favors in the process). She was covered in liver spots and wrinkles that aged her far past her fifty years. She had the distinctive tone of a long-term smoker as well. But she was the best judge to hear the case, and specialized in injuries resulting from Motor vehicle accidents. All the lawyers on Shego's side seemed hopeful, not to mention that there were seven of them, working for three different law firms, all scouring at the books. Murky had one, and he was court appointed.
Kim stood at the front of the witness box and placed her hand on the old leather bible that the bailiff presented to her.
"Do you swear to tell the truth; the whole truth; and nothing but the truth? So help you God?" The man rattled off, and Kim nodded.
"Yes." She sat down and the prosecutor took his place near her.
"Tell me, Miss Possible, how would you describe your part time job?" He asked, in typical style. He had to set her up as a credible person. She plastered a smile on her face and answered him.
"Oh, ya'know, save a few cats in trees, stop super villains from destroying the planet, no big."
"Well done Miss Possible." The main prosecutor said, smiling as well. "And how well do you know the victim?"
"Very well."
"I see, and why would she have been driving at such a high speed that night?" He asked, this one was trickier, did she tell the world that they'd had a fight, or fudge the truth. "It was raining, she wanted to get home." At this point the Mr. Cheetem, Murky's defense attorney called in.
"Objection your honor, relevance?" He asked, and the judge nodded.
"Sustained. Mr. Trippem, please keep on topic."
"Yes your honor." He said, and started in again.
"Now Kim, can you tell me how you came to know Mr. Murky?"
"He came up to me and Ron in Bueno Nacho asking for an interview."
"And what did you do?"
"I told him know and tried to leave."
"Did Mr. Murky let you leave?"
"Not right away, first he said that no matter what I did he would still run the article."
"And why would he tell you this?"
"Objection, speculation." Called the defense attorney.
"Sustained. Mr. Trippem, I don't want to have to tell you again."
"No your honor." He said, and fixed his tie. "Kim, did Mr. Murky tell you what he was writing about."
"Objection!" This time the shout was nearly deafining. "Relevance your honor?"
This time Trippem was prepared, "Your honor, the answer to this question is one of my basis for one of my main arguments."
"I'll allow it." The woman growled, "Miss Possible will answer the question."
Now Kim was a little panicked. How could she not tell the whole truth? Even if she omitted parts, Trippem would follow up with a "who." And She knew that if there was a scandal involved, Murky was more likely to get a larger sentence. Shego deserved at least that much compensation. It took her several moments to even register that she was still on the stand until the judge looked over at her with a stern gaze.
"The question, Miss Possible."
"It was about my relationship with Shannon. He was going to publish the fact that we're dating."
An audible gasp passed over the assembled, and several flash bulbs went off as the photographers in the room seized the opportunity to get a scoop. She could almost see the headlines now: "Kim Possible: She Really Does Everything, sleeping with a woman." Not a good thought.
The judge slammed her gavel down several times. "Order in my court!" She yelled, and then coughed into her sleeve. It took only seconds for the crowd to quiet. "Proceed Mr. Trippem."
"And so, I present to the jury that not only was Mr. Murky driving recklessly and to endanger, he was also driving with intent to bring to light the private business of a teen heroine, one who has saved the world, and therefore himself, several times over." He turned to the assembled members of the jury. "This, gentlemen and ladies, is how he would repay the woman who has saved his life, by breaking laws designed to protect lives. No further questions your Honor."
The defense lawyer had nothing to say to Kim. And so she was allowed to leave. The only problem was that there was a crowd of paparazzi waiting for her at the entrance to the courthouse.
"Kim, Kim! How long have you been dating another woman?"
"How long have you known that you're a lesbian?"
"Why have you kept this secret for so long?"
"Did she seduce you?"
"Kim!"
"Is it true that she was dating Murky's neice? Is this an attempt at revenge for cheating on her?"
Kim stopped and raised her hands. All members around stopped talking and just started flashing photos. "I have one thing to say to all of you." She said, putting on her 'media face.' All of the reporters looked hopeful. "No comment."
And with that, she performed a neat flip over them and got into her car, driving off for home to change into something more comfortable than the suit Monique had provided for her.
On her way, she dialed that same person. "Hey girl!" Monique called out, "W.U.?"
"Just got out of the trial." Kim replied, "And I'm pretty sure I just came out to the entire country."
Monique blinked at her through the video link. "Um… you're J.K-ing me, right?"
Kim shook her head and took a left turn to shake off any potential followers by driving right past the police station and taking the long way to the hospital. "Not this time. I was either that or lie under oath."
"Woah. Girl…" Monique sighed, "So why are you telling me this?"
"Because I'd rather you hear it from me than on E.T." Monique watched Entertainment Tonight with almost as much religious devotion as she did wrestling.
"Gotcha KP." She said, "T.Y."
Kim smiled, "NP GF." And with that Monique closed the link on her with a wave of her hand.
That night, after Kim got home from a very short visit with Shego, her father was waiting for her at the kitchen table. He looked like he had been sitting there for quite some time.
"Your mother tells me that you told the court about what Murky was writing about." He said, and took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah, I did. But like I told Monique, it was either that or lie under oath." This was already sounding all to familiar. The last time she'd had a conversation like this with her father, bad thins quickly followed.
James Possible just nodded. "Just ignore the reporters. Even if tell them something, they'll twist it around." He shrugged a shoulder, "Look what they did with the Mars Lander."
"I know dad." Kim said, and sat down across from him as he took a sip of his coffee. "It was bound to get out eventually."
"So. I take it you're going to stay with her?" He asked, his face neutral. Kim nodded.
"Yes." She said simply. "You just don't see her the way I do."
"You're right Kim. I don't." James said. "Do you know what I first thought when Shego came to our door to bring you to dinner?"
"That she was just a dropout loser and should get away from me?" Kim replied, thinking she had hit it on the head.
"No. I thought that she was going to sweep you off your feet, in the metaphorical sense." He smiled, "I've never seen you blush like that before, when she told you that you looked nice." Kim blinked a little. "I just don't think I was ready to let you go just yet."
"But now?"
"Now she's stolen your heart, despite all of my best intentions, and I'm fairly certainly that she's madly in love with you as well." The smile widened, "And when she wakes up, she's getting the black-hole speech." Kim got up and hugged him around the shoulders, kissing his cheek fondly.
"Thank you Dad." Kim said, and walked back to the stairs to head on up to bed. "Took you long enough to get used to her."
"Doesn't mean I have to like her."
"Give her half a second and she'll steal your heart too."
Author's note: Just a short piece in between chapters 6 and 7 that I wrote. Mostly because I wanted to get out of the hospital for a while. And wanted to write a courtroom scene (I like crime dramas…). The real chapter 8 will be out soon. And wow. I go to bed and wake up to five reviews (and several other alerts and things). So, thank you to everyone, again, for reading my work. I'm glad you like it, and I hate to jinx it, but this may be the first story I've written that I'll actually get around to finishing (excluding one-shots).
Disclaimer: All characters presented herein (with the exception of Mr. Trippem, Mr. Cheetem, the judge, and Depths Murky) are the property of Walt Disney corporation. I hold no claim over these characters and am not using them for monetary gain.