I am sorry for not updating sooner. My doc manager wasn't working *cough cough FF your doc manager needs some extra help* There was a size issue with the text. And I'm a perfectionist who works offline most of the time so...

"All rise!" The cry of the bailiff echoed throughout the courtroom. Ren and Nora both stood.

Justice Ironwood walked into the room and sat down, his cold steely eyes scanning the courtroom. The room followed suit. The chains around Pyrrha's hands and feet clanked as she sat, causing more people to stare at her than already. She blushed in embarrassment and Nora laid a hand on her shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry, there's not a case Ren and I haven't won," She whispered "And we're not starting our losing streak today!"

Pyrrha pretended to smile at the comment. Valkyrie thinks I'm afraid. Ha! I have the means to blackmail his Honour over there. How long do I have to put up with this for?

"Councillors, are you ready?" Ironwood asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"The defense is ready, Your Honour." Nora said with a bubbly grin.

"The prosecution is ready." A blue-haired man by the name of Neptune Vasilias affirmed.

"Then let's begin." Ironwood sighed. "And let's keep this brief."

"On the night of the disappearance of Summer Rose, gunshots were heard, according to the police report," Nora stated. "Now, my client was found at the scene covered in what was later found to be her own blood, as her toe had been shot. By whom, the court does not know. But the bullet was that of a nine-millimeter shotgun, which was owned by both the victim and the other suspect. And who was covered in blood, was rumoured to be unstable-"

"Objection, Your Honour!" Vasilias shouted. "Hearsay."

Ironwood nodded. "Sustained. Go on, Ms. Valkyrie."

"My apologies, Your Honour. Raven Branwen, with, might I add, two previous convictions to her name related to gang violence, and noted as unstable during her psychiatric assessment, was at the scene with a carving knife-"

"A clean weapon!" Neptune interjected.

"Councillors, please, do not interrupt each other." Ironwood reprimanded. "Ms. Valkyrie, please continue."

"Anyways, Branwen was found at the scene, with the same drugs in her system as my client, in higher doses. She claimed she could not recall anything from that night, and she went home with her brother, Qrow. My client has no previous convictions, no implicated gang violence, and most of all, no evidence against her. So I ask you, why are you prosecuting Ms. Nikos, when Branwen is obviously to blame?"

"Mr. Vasilias?"

"Actually, that's not true at all."

~Skeletons in the Closet~

Coco Adel was a normally calm person. Unless anyone took her BeaconBucks no-fat, cream, two sugars and extra espresso coffee, insulted Velvet, Fox, or Yatsuhashi, or there was some extremely urgent news that had to be delivered. Essentially, if business as usual happened. So, Coco ran through the halls, trying to find Blake's office, a look of urgency on her face. "Gah! Why do they have to make these alphabetical?" Luckily, Coco ran right into Blake. Unluckily, she plowed the cat Faunus over.

"Oh, hello Blake." Coco grinned sheepishly, taking off her signature sunglasses. She got off Blake, and stuck a hand out to help her up. Blake accepted it. "What do you have for me today, Coco?"

"They found a body out in Queen Serenity Square. The info just got released, along with a cause of death. There's ID. It's Rose."

"Are you kidding me? A body? What?" Blake stared at Coco as if she had just told her she'd seen Qrow Branwen kissing Justice Ironwood.

"Yup. And it's not stabbing. Blunt force trauma and shooting. Probably a plank of wood on the ground at the time. Body was found at a construction site. D'you know who had a gun? Rose. Branwen didn't have hers at the time. Nikos could have slipped it off her." Blake's mouth fell open in astonishment. "This changes everything."

~Skeletons in the Closet~

Qrow sat at the bar, staring down the shot of whiskey like it was the devil himself. Trying to drown your memories in alcohol wasn't exactly an easy process. It leaves you staring at your drink, remembering the time your sister came back to your dorm looking like hell, with another one of the Tribe's tattoos on her arm.

The apartment door creaked open. It was late. Much too late for anyone to be up. Raven tiptoed in, stepping as lightly as possible to avoid waking anyone. She went over the small cabinet, rummaging through the pile of disorganized knick-knacks to find the first-aid supplies. She grabbed a bottle of disinfectant, a tube of antiseptic cream, some bandages and an ice pack. A faint light flickered on in Qrow's room and Raven froze, trying in vain to stay completely silent.

"Rae? That you?" He called.

"Uh, yeah. Go back to sleep, I'm fine."

"Nah, I'm cravin' ice cream. Do we have any- What the hell happened to you?" Qrow ran over tp her.

"I got in a fight. Get your frozen delicacy and leave me alone." Raven spat.

His gaze fell upon the tattoo. "Oh my god Raven, you… How could you?"

"We need the money. And they found us. Just like I said they would." A tone of annoyance crept into Raven's voice. "You know what happens. You can't just say no. I told them Ozpin made us do it. They won't take you if I do it."

"How the could you do that?" Qrow slapped Raven across her face and she winced "Ow…"

"You know what hurts more? Knowing your own sister went off and joined the very people who oppressed us. What kind of jobs are you doing? And if I ever find out you lied, I swear…" His voice trailed off, dangling an empty threat in front of her.

"Just ferrying. I'm nothing more than a messenger."

"So why'd I see a gun under your bed, huh?"

"I'm licensed, remember?"

"Oh yeah. But that still doesn't give you the right to go and do that without telling us first. Here." He took the disinfectant and applied it to the cut on her cheek. Raven winced and pulled away.

"Are you gonna stop?"

"Qrow, I can't."

"I know."

Qrow banged his fist on the counter. It was his fault. He should have known. He could have stopped it. Stopped everything. But now, this was reality. A stranger walked into the bar and sat down beside him. A stranger with blond hair and blue eyes. No, not a stranger. Qrow was sure he'd seen the kid on the news with that girl… Nikos? He ordered an orange soda and looked over at Qrow.

"Rough day, huh?"

"You could say that."

Yup! Another chapter, with more insight and cliffies. Yay! And court stuff. And if the court stuff is wrong, this is all I know. Because I watch lawyer shows. If I got it wrong, please tell me. And leave a review. That helps. *tries to make smol cute smile* Pweez?