Author's note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and story alerted this story!

I had to extend it to a 3-parter, I hope that makes some of you happy.

Part II is very Law & Order-ish. I'm not a lawyer or a doctor so please excuse any medical or legal mistakes. Just a head's up, there's not much Pezberry or Puckleberry interaction. I wanted to write more but I have to prepare for an interview. Part III (hopefully the last part) will be up by Wednesday at the latest.

Part II

- Five Months Later –

After Rachel had been taken to the hospital the police had been called in and, once the gleeks and later a lucid Rachel had informed them of what had occurred during Brittney's party, full investigation had been undertaken. Once word spread around school about what happened, two more girls stepped forward. Amber Stefanik, both sophomores, reported that they had been drugged and raped by John earlier in the year. Although both girls remained silent immediately after waking up alone and confused in a strange bedroom, Sara had saved the skirt she wore that night, and forensics was able to pull DNA off the item. Alone, the semen and the Flunitrazepam weren't enough for the judge to grant a warrant for a search of John Griffin's home or compel his to give a sample of his DNA.

When the three girls learned of this it felt like a blow to the face. The rest of that first month was dark. Rachel considered herself lucky, she had been drugged, yes, but her friends had saved her. Since the party, the gleeks made it their mission to be with her at all times. Still, there were nights when Rachel woke up drenched in sweat, haunted by nightmares where John succeeded in getting her alone.

Nevertheless, Rachel knew that no matter how awful she felt at times, it was nothing compared to Sara and Amber. The girls barely ate or slept and their grades were dropping. The junior tried her best to be there for the girls, but her presence offered them little comfort. What made the entire situation worse was that the school could do nothing to keep John Griffin out. It was hell. Having to see his face everyday. What's more, John would search the girls out, silently staring at them, with a malicious leer. Sometimes he would lick his lips or blow the girls a kiss. It got so bad that Amber's parents took her out of school.

The case got new momentum when the police were informed that someone wanted to speak with them concerning John Griffin. David Karofsky told the cops that he had been to John's room several times and that he had seen several boxes of Rohypnol under his bed. With this new evidence, the cops finally got the warrants they so desperately needed. The case of Rohypnol was just where Karofsky had said it'd be and John's DNA was a perfect match to sample taken off Sara's skirt.

Finally, the prosecution had enough to charge John Griffin with two counts of rape, one count of attempted rape, three counts of corrupting another with drugs, and, because of the quantity of Rohypnol in his room, aggravated trafficking in drugs. Assistant District Attorney Arthur Martin thought that John's lawyer would have immediately come crawling to his door for a plea, but John had not intention of going to jail and told his lawyer Jackie Smith that he would rather die than make a deal.

It was the second day of testimony in The People v. John Griffin, Jr. The national media had gotten wind of the case and just like days one and two the court was filled to the brim with cameras and reporters. Amber hadn't done well on the stand. Jackie had earned her hefty fee the first day. The attorney basically shredded the trauamatized girl's story as well as any testimony offered by McKinley students who testified that they had seen Amber and John together at one of the first parties of the school year. Arthur knew that they only good thing about that first day was that the jury really hated Jackie's treatment of an obviously depressed and anxious young man.

Because it was the strongest of the three, Arthur was saving Sara's case for last. Not only was there indisputable DNA evidence but one of the McKinley students had video tapped the party. Although the film was grainy, the video captured John and a disoriented Sara going into a bedroom. Jacob Ben Israel had stumbled upon the image when he was searching his computer. He wanted to help Rachel in any way he could so he went over each and every video he had taken with his iphone during the year (over 695 in total) frame by frame. Because Sara and John were so far away when he was filming, Jacob almost missed the two teens, but by some miracle he had caught them.

Today was when the prosecution would present Rachel's story to the jury. Rachel was unbelievably nervous. She knew that the case wasn't going as well as it could be and she didn't want to let Amber and Sara down.

"You want some water or something," Santana asked a pale Rachel who was standing outside the courthouse.

Rachel shook her head and continued to pace back and forth on the large stone steps, "No thank you Santana."

"Sure? You look like you're about to spew your breakfast." The mental image produced by the words made Rachel grimace.

"I'm sure. Just a bit nervous."

"Don't be, we got this," the girl assured her. Santana was also going to testify on behalf of Rachel along with the doctor who treated her and Chris Johnson and Thomas Harley. Both boys had heard John talk about wanting to "nail" Rachel Berry a few days before St. Paddy's Day and Chis had seen John hand Rachel a red cup during the party.

Santana put her hand on Rachel's shoulder, "Hey, Rach, we're gonna get him okay? There's nothing to worry about."

Rachel was the first to testify. Her testimony was rather short due to the fact that she couldn't remember anything after cleaning up the spilled diet coke. The defense tried to stumble her up, but she kept to the truth and didn't let Jackie or John, who had a perfect view of her from his seat at the defendant's table, intimidate her. Rachel thought she was going to leave the stand proud of herself, but then Jackie asked her what she initially thought of John.

"He was very nice at first," she replied.

"At first? Was he ever rude to you?"

"Not that I can remember. As I said the only thing I remember after spilling my drink and accepting a cup from John was waking up in a hospital."

"So, from what you can remember, my client was polite and considerate. Correct?"

"Yes ma'am," her voice broke. She knew what Jackie was doing. Mr. Martin warned her this would happen, but knowing that she had just called the man who tried to rape her a gentleman, made the girl sick. Rachel was grateful when the judge excused her. She kept her composure as she left the courtroom, but the moment the door closed behind her the tears began to fall.

Large, familiar arms wrapped themselves around her and she began to cry.

Rachel turned into her father's chest and began to sob into his shirt. Leroy rubbed comforting circles on his daughter's back.

"Shhh, it's okay. Shhh, you're okay, you're okay," he comforted. The two were joined by Hiram. The father supplied his daughter with a bottle of water, which she took gratefully. As Rachel took long sips from the container Kurt and Puck stepped out of the courtroom.

Rachel wiped her eyes and smiled at the boys.

"You did great up there, Rachel," Kurt told her.

"Yeah," Puck agreed. "And don't let that lawyer get to you, she's a bitch."

Unlike Leroy and Hiram, who chuckled at the teen's assessment of the defense, their daughter admonished the boy for his language.

Puck scoffed at her reprimand, "Psh, it's true."

Rachel gave him a thankful smile and straightened out her skirt, "Well I suppose we should head back inside. Santana's going to testify soon."

Puck saw the looks the Rachel's dads exchanged and he decided he would help the dudes out.

"Actually, Rach, why don't we just chill outside for a bit? Santana will be fine in there and Kurt can tell her where we are when she's done."

The short brunette really did not want to go back inside so she took her friend up on his offer.

"We'll join you as soon as she's finished," Kurt told them. With that Kurt and the daddies Berry headed back into the courtroom and the two Jewish teens made their way towards the elevator.

"Call your next witness, Mr. Martin," the judge stated.

"The prosecution calls Dr. Mary Ferguson to the stand." A tall auburn woman dressed in a conservative navy blue suit with a lilac dress shirt and white flats approached the stand and entered the witness box.

"Raise your right hand," the court clerk's monotone voice ordered. "Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"I do." With the legalities out of the way, Mary took her seat and waited for the man to ask his first question.

"Dr. Ferguson, may you tell the court your occupation."

"I am a fourth year medical resident at Lima General," the doctor said, looking at the jurors.

"Where were you during the early morning hours of March 18?"

"I was assigned to the night shift at the hospital. I was working in the emergency room."

"And you treated Ms. Berry when she was brought in?"

Mary bobbed her head up and down. "Yes"

"Can you tell us about that night?"

The emergency room's sliding doors barely had a chance to open before a large group of teens rushed into the mostly empty florescent-lit waiting area.

"Help! My friend needs help!" the boy carrying an unconscious brunette cried. Not liking the speed at which the staff was responding one of the girls in the group ran up the front desk demanding that someone off their ass and do their job and then she yelled something in Spanish. Mary didn't speak the language, but she could tell that whatever the teenager was screaming was not pleasant.

Mary, who was only on the third hour of her shift, loudly ordered for someone to go get a gurney before made her way to the group and tried to get a handle on the situation.

"I'm Dr. Ferguson, can you tell me what happened," she asked as she shined a flashlight into Rachel's unresponsive eyes. Ten frantic voices immediately began shouting at her. "Woah, woah, woah, one at a time!" The doctor pointed at the boy currently cradling the girl, "You, talk."

"She was drugged. This guy was trying to take her up stairs to…you know…but San stopped him and then Rach passed out. She won't wake up," Puck hurriedly told the woman.

"Do you know what she took? Was she drinking?"

Puck shook his head. "I dunno what he gave her. He wouldn't tell us, but she wasn't drinking. She doesn't drink."

Mary believed the teenager when he said he didn't know what was in his friend's system, but she doubted that the girl hadn't touched any alcohol that night. She figured the boy was simply trying to keep his friend from getting in trouble.

"Listen, you won't get in trouble, but I need the truth, in order to treat her. Was she drinking?"

Before Puck could answer Santana got in Mary's face, "Are you death, bitch? What part of no don't you understand?" Mary was taken aback by the ferocity in the young woman's voice.

"I'm sorry, I just had to be sure," by the time she got her apology out the gurney had arrived. Rachel was loaded onto the rolling bed and the team started to roll her away. "What's her name?"

"Rachel," the kids said simultaneously.

"Okay, we're gonna help your friend. Don't worry. I'll keep you updated all right?" With that Mary hurried to catch up the team. However, as she passed the reception desk, she softly ordered Jane to call the police.

Arthur walked back to the prosecution's table and grabbed several papers. "Is this Ms. Berry's medical chart?" The prosecutor handed the document to her.

"Yes."

"How did you treat Ms. Berry?"

"Well, the patient was unresponsive to outside stimulus, we drew some blood and sent it to the lab to be processed, and then we emptied her stomach."

"Anything else?"

"Because her friends suspected that she had been drugged I sent a sample of her urine out to be tested."

"Why didn't you test it at the hospital?"

"Well, Lima General only performs standard toxicology tests so drugs like Flunitrazepam and gamma hydroxybutyric wouldn't show up?"

"You mean date-rape drugs?"

"Objection," Jackie stated loudly.

"Overruled."

Once the judge gave his ruling Mary answered. "Yes, both Flunitrazepam and gamma hydroxybutyric are commonly called date-rape drugs."

"And why is that?"

"Objection. Your honor the witness isn't a sociologist or a toxicologist, she can't know the origins of a drugs street name."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Your honor, Dr. Fergison has a long medical background and she can testify to the effects of the drug and give her opinion as to why the drug would be given a certain name."

Judge Holbrook seemed to mull over Arthur's explanation. Finally, the man offered his ruling, "The objection is sustained. Ask another question, Mr. Martin."

"Dr. Fergison, what are the effects of 'date-rape' drugs?"

"When taken, these drugs have sedative, hypnotic, dissociative, and amnesiac effects."

"And were any such drugs found in Ms. Berry's urine?"

"Yes, there was a high quantity," the doctor looked at the chart, "two and a half milligrams of Flunitrazepam in her system."

"Can you describe how soon 2.5 mg of this drug would effect Ms. Berry?"

"Yes. At sixty-two inches and 112 pounds, the effects would have been almost immediate, twenty minutes at the most. The drug acts like a tranquilizer. Ms. Berry would have quickly felt exhausted and disoriented. She would have had difficulty speaking, walking, just standing would have been next to impossible."

"Would others notice this change?"

"Of course. They may mistake it for intoxication, but you'd have to be blind and deaf to not notice that something was wrong."

"Objection!"

"No further questions."

Jackie stood from her seat and began cross-examining the doctor.

"Dr. Fergison, you said it would be easy for someone to mistake the drug's effects for intoxication."

"I said they may mistake it."

"Yes. May mistake it for intoxication. So it's not unreasonable to assume that my client simply believed Ms. Berry to be drunk?"

"No no unreasonable but unpro-"

"Thank you," Jakie interrupted her, "no further questions."

Judge Holbrook looked at Mary and let her know she could step down.

The next witness of the day was Santana. After answering Mr. Martin's questions Jackie began to work her magic.

"Were you in the kitchen with Mr. Griffin and Ms. Berry?"

Santana shook her head side to side. "No."

Jackie tried to contain her smile, "So you did not see my client hand Ms. Berry a drink?"

"No."

"And you did not see my client put anything in Ms. Berry's drink?"

"No." Santana had to pinch her leg to stop herself from loosing her temper.

"Thank-"

"But he was dragging her up the stairs!" Santana interrupted the older woman.

After sending a glare towards the girl on the stand, Jackie turned to the judge. "Your Honor, I ask that the court instruct Ms. Lopez to contain herself."

"Ms. Lopez, please keep your responses limited to the questions asked of you."

"Now, Ms. Lopez, when you say Mr. Griffin was dragging Ms. Berry up the stairs would it be fair to say that it was because - as you stated earlier – Ms. Berry was severely debilitated and unable to stand on her own?"

"Yes."

"So Mr. Griffin was struggling to get Ms. Berry up the stairs?"

"Yes."

"Because she was having difficulty walking?"

"Yes."

"So Mr. Griffin was helping an obviously incapacitated Ms. Berry up the stairs because she could not stand on her own.

"Objection," Arthur called from his desk, "Defense is testifying."

"Sustain. Ask a question, Ms. Smith or move on."

"Ms. Lopez would it be fair to say that any one who helped Ms. Berry at that point would of had to drag her since, as you said, she could not walk on her own."

"…."

"Didn't you have to drag her to the room?"

Santana looked away, biting her lip.

"Your honor," Jackie said in an exasperated tone.

"Please answer the question, Ms. Lopez."

"Yes."

"Yes? You also had to drag Ms. Berry to the room?"

"Yes," Santana grumbled.

This time Jackie did even attempt to hide her smile. "No further questions."

"Redirect your honor?"

"Mr. Lopez, when you helped Ms. Berry up the stairs how did you assist her?"

"I put her arm over my shoulders and carefully took the steps one at a time."

"And how did Mr. Griffin try to get Mr. Berry up the stairs?"

"By gripping her arm. Like up here," Santana pointed to her right bicep and then rapped her left hand around the muscle, "and pulling her behind him."

"The Prosecution submits into evidence item 5, a photograph of Ms. Berry's upper right arm taken at the hospital the night of March 18th at 12:25 a.m."

"Is this area where you saw Mr. Griffin gripping Ms. Berry?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Ms. Lopez. The Prosecution has no further questions for this witness."

"You may step down, Ms. Lopez."

The Gleeks found Rachel and Puck seated under the large oak on the grassy lawn of the courthouse. The soprano had her head in the boy's lap and was laughing at his impression of Mrs. Silverstein, the resident yenta at their temple.

"Break it up, lovebirds," Santana yelled as she took a seat by Rachel's hip. Upon seeing her friends, Rachel pulled herself to an upright seated position.

"How was it," Puck asked.

"Santana killed it," Sam informed her.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "She totally kicked John's lawyer's ass."

"Bitch, had to ask the judge for help," Santana laughed, "Fucking baby." The Hispanic girl's attitude made the rest of the team laugh. Even Rachel smiled.

Kurt decided that they should salvage the rest of the day away from the courthouse and away from John Griffin. "You guys wanna get out of her?"