If my co-workers aren't stupid, I don't know who is.

Alright, that's being a little harsh. Not all of them are stupid. Just a few.

Alright, none of them are stupid.

No one is stupid.

Well, OK, it IS stupid, however, that THEY BELIEVED TINA.

You read that right. They believed in the woman who walked into the office uninvited and started accusing me of so stealing her husband (which I DIDN'T DO!) and then she probably planted the cameras in my box so she could accuse me of stealing them.

As soon as everyone had stopped talking, Indie somehow managed to get the conference room to look like a court room. I sat in the defendant's chair, and Tina in the plaintiff's. Indie had managed to pull one of those weird, white, curly haired wigs that judges sometimes wear out of… Wherever… And was sitting at the front of the room.

Somehow, I'd managed to get Intern 2 as my "attorney" and Tina had Idol. Why, why, why would anyone let Idol be a lawyer?

Everyone else was on the jury. A jury of my peers and sister… You know, I'd rather have Charlie be my lawyer. She knew I didn't do it.

"ORDER IN THE COURT!" Indie shouted, pounding the table he was sitting at with a gavel. "Now, the plaintiff may speak."

Idol stood up, representing her client, and walked to the front of the room. "Now, my client says that the defendant stole the company cameras and staplers and was planning on selling them for profit."

"Objection!" I muttered to Intern 2. He stood up.

"Objection!" he repeated. Indie looked at him like he was about to yell, "Shut up, Intern 2," but stopped himself.

"On what grounds?" he inquired.

"On the grounds that that is completely untrue and is total baloney," Intern 2 argued. I sighed. OK, maybe Intern 2 wasn't half a bad lawyer.

"Objection overruled," Indie snapped. I glared at him and crossed my arms. Shit was about to get real.

Idol continued on with her statements, and Indie asked for evidence to be brought forward. Two camera guys wheeled in a TV and set it up in the front of the room. One of them hit the "play" button on the DVD player that was hooked up to the TV and walked over to the side.

The TV was playing some security footage from the previous Thursday, the day before the cameras and staplers had gone missing. It was from the camera above the front door, pointing towards the intern desk. The tape was black and white, as well, but anyways…

A girl walked into the office, wearing a floppy cap that looked a lot like one of the hats I owned. She did look a lot like me, but her hair was up under the cap and she was wearing sunglasses. She darted over to the studio and the tape switched to the security camera in that room.

The girl grabbed the two cameras the company owned and accidentally knocked over a tripod. She dashed out of the room and glanced around the office. Almost instantly, she ran over to my portion of the desk and reached under it, stashing the cameras at the bottom of the box and covering them with everything that had been in the box. She was rushing around and her sunglasses ended up coming off, and my jaw dropped.

I had proof that I wasn't at the office at that time. I knew that. Charlie could back me up on that. We'd been playing Scrabble while waiting for a new episode of Supernatural to come on. But my god, that girl in the footage looked exactly like me.

The tape stopped there and the camera guys wheeled the TV off to the side again. Everyone stared at me.

"So, your honor, my client rests her case," Idol finished. She glanced over at me with an almost apologetic look and went to sit back down next to a now smirking Tina.

"Defendant?" Indie called, looking over to me with a poker face. I muttered to Intern 2 what I wanted him to say and he stood up.

"My client, Throwback, was not near the office on Thursday night. She was in fact playing Scrabble while waiting for an episode of 'Supernatural' to come on the television," Intern 2 stated.

"Does she have any proof?" Indie asked.

I mouthed "Charlie" to Intern 2 as he looked at me. He nodded and Charlie was called to the witness stand.

"Miss Vickers," Intern 2 started, "Where were you on the night of Thursday, December 6, 2012, at 8:45 p.m.?"

"I was playing Scrabble with my sister, Kathy, er, Throwback, at our apartment in Valley Village, California, while we were waiting for the most awesome show ever to come on," Charlie answered without hesitation.

Indie considered this and sighed. "I can't make a ruling. Both have credible evidence and witnesses—"

"OBJECTION!" Tina jumped up. "The witness is the defendant's sister, so how is SHE a credible witness? She could be in on the whole camera-stealing business as well!"

Charlie glared at Tina and Indie rolled his eyes, obviously not very enthusiastic about this turn of events.

"As I was saying, I can't make a ruling right now. However, this court case must be adjourned since we have work to do. The case will be brought back a week from now, giving both the plaintiff and defendant time to get so credible evidence and come to a conclusion. In the meantime, Throwback will be temporarily fired," Indie said.

I jumped up. "WHAT?! SAY WHAT?! SAY—"

"THROWBACK! YOU'RE NOT METAL!" Charlie screeched. I stopped.

"Throwback, I'm sorry to inform you of this, but you're not allowed back at this office until next Monday, when we will hold the final part of this court case and the final ruling will be made." Indie pounded his gavel on the table. "Court dismissed."

Everyone stood up and started walking out. Tina flocked over to Metal and clung to his arm as they walked out. I stayed seated, shocked.

"You have to admit, the girl on the video did look a hell of a lot like you," Charlie said, walking over to me. Intern 2 nodded in agreement as Scene walked over to us.

"How am I supposed to gather any evidence if I can't come back into the office?" I asked, looking up at the three of them.

"You have me. I'll snoop around for you," Charlie said.

"I will too!" Scene piped up. Intern 2 looked at them and then at me.

"I'll help you in any way I can. I am your 'attorney' of sorts, after all," he said.

I felt a small smiled light up my face somewhat. "Really?"

"Really," the three said in unison. I jumped up and hugged them. "You guys are the best!"

With that, we walked out of the room, discussing what we would do to find evidence to clear my name. The first thing on the list was finding out how Tina faked the footage, because I didn't know of anyone who looked like me enough to cause anyone to mistake her for me.

I had a funny feeling in the back of my memory that was triggered by that girl's face, like I knew her from somewhere. Where I knew her from, though, I'd never know.

((A/N: WE NEED A SHERLOCK.

TO DEDUCE STUFF. YUP YUP.

But.

I can tell you I'm going to have a short companion story running right alongside this, and it's going to have to do with Hard Rock and Soundtrack and it will have to do with this story. It's gonna have shorter entries than this, since it's just a companion story and stuff.

REVIEW REPLIES:

TheGirlWithTheGreenLightSabe r: Really? That's a bit funny. :D

She's the same person, just I think that the canon Tina would actually have a really bad temper. I mean, her metal roots have to be there somewhere, right?

Uggggh I looooveeee "Wicked" so much. *hums "Popular"*

Yes! Go read her fics. They're quite lovely!

Annabeth Everdeen: Don't worry, they employees AND interns are on the case! *insert dramatic music here*

I'm making Soundtrack and Charlie have their own little companion story to this, and I have a good plot idea for that so far. It's going to be funny, I hope…

Cina is probably going to be an easy way out of this problem Throw has herself in right now. How I'm going to execute her going about this, though, I don't know…))