I know this chapter is EXTREMELY short. It is only a filler chapter, because I haven't updated in so long. I promise the next chapter will come soon and it will be much longer. I just don't want anyone to get too restless. Also, to quench your thirst for my K/K action, check out my newest fic "Spy Versus Spy" Leave a review, tell me what you think.

Chapter Fourteen

"All rise for the honorable Judge Sanchez," the bailiff stated as a curt, middle aged woman appeared from the chambers and took her seat above all.

Everyone was standing, silently and intently until she ordered all to be at ease. Kenshin and I took our rightful places next to our client as the prosecution poured a glass of water. This was it. Day One of Many where we see just for far we could bend the judicial system. This was the day Kenshin and I worked so damn hard for. This was the day I would shine. My charcoal pinstriped suit definitely out-staged all. Most are used to layers wearing solid, boring colors. I went against the mold. I made a statement without uttering a word. I am bold. I am unconventional. I am here to put in work.

I looked over at DeMakey and crew and smiled. She peered over the shoulder of one of her colleges and acknowledged my smile. Oddly enough, the fact that the two super-powers of the courtroom were facing off made more headlines than the actual case. Neither one of us had ever lost a case. Neither one of us had intended on breaking that trend anytime soon. Kenshin pulled some papers from his briefcase and handed them to me. I looked over them and placed them with the other papers on my table.

"Are you ready?" I whispered to Kenshin.

"Hai," he replied.

"This is the real deal. I have faith in you, Kenshin. Everyone is expecting me to make all the big moves, but they didn't factor you in," I stated, leaving Kenshin with a confused look on his slender face.

"Kaoru?" He quizzed.

"I want you to take the lead...with me close behind, of course. I know you have the skills of persuasion. I know you can think on your feet. I also know you can lie like a doormat. Go out there and show me what you are made of," I said, looking dead in his eyes. While my references were in light, my seriousness was evident.

"Kaoru..." he began to trail, but my eyes stopped him. Not my expression. Not my face. My eyes. The eyes of a panther. The eyes of a predator. The eyes of determination. He had seen the same gaze before, in a different arena. Now the same gaze bore down on him, and he knew where his place was. He knew there was nothing he could do, but do as I said.

"Good," I purred, intentionally throwing him off balance. He chuckled, but caught himself quickly, so not to appear unprofessional.

Our client leaned over to me and whispered in my ear...something about what the hell was going on and how he didn't pay X amount of dollars to let a secondary lawyer screw up his case and put him in jail. He went on for a few moments before I raised my hand respectfully to shut him the fuck up. I cleared my throat, a clear indication that I meant business and I would not tolerate his whining bullshit.

"I am the lawyer, you are the common criminal. Let the true professional here do her job so you can move on with your pathetic existence outside the confines of maximum security...or Buba's cell," I said in an incredibly subtle, but clear voice. The filthy bastard slinked back into his chair and adjusted his dark tie, which coordinated with his tan suit. A truly inappropriate color, I thought. It reminded me of a used car salesman.

"Kamiya, will you approach the bench, please?" the judge question politely. I bowed respectfully and proceeded to the woman sitting high and mighty. She glanced over a few files, and then eyed me just above the edge of her sleek, rimless glasses. Plain, brown eyes scanned me as lips painted soft pink began to move.

"Who will be presenting this case? These records show you are the primary, but it appears your secondary is preparing to go," she stated.

"Your honor, you and I both know that statues allow for all attorneys on either side conduct any potion of proceeding on the respected side, so long as they are listed as being capable of doing such per the defendant or plaintiff," I retorted in a respectful tone. I really wanted to snap the simple bitch's neck. I had heard she favored the prosecution, now it was completely evident it was the case. Normally, I would have tried to win her over...but fuck her, I thought. The jury would be deciding the case. If she tried to pull any shit, she'd be swimming in so much litigation her grandchildren would need life preservers.

"Watch your step," she stated as she put the file down and motioned for me to sit down. A slight smirk went across my face as I had obscene fantasies about Judge Sanchez taking her rightful place under my car.

"Yes, your honor," I said as I took my seat. I leaned over to Kenshin, letting him know what just occurred...he seemed largely unfazed, though...until we both heard his name being called.

"Kenshin!" we heard. Simultaneously, we looked behind us to see none other than his wife, Tomoe.

I was honestly taken back by her beauty...and her aloof presence. She waved, then quickly took a seat as to not cause a scene. She reminded me of a soccer mom watching her child's first game. It was almost cute. I can imagine the conversation with her coworkers about this.

'My baby had his first high profile murder case today at his new firm. I'm so proud.'

Kenshin ran his fingers through his short, red hair. Oh, fucking great, he was going to let the fact that his mistress and his wife were in the same room together effect him. FUCK!