Author's Note: Here is what I have as a time line as far as the movies go:

D1 - Starts November/December 1991 and runs until late March/Early April 1992. I base this on the fact that the winter festival is about half way through the movie and the winter festival is around January / February. According to this website, it runs from January 27th to February 8th.

D2 - Beginning of D2, it states that Bombay was 28. We're going to ignore that. It messes up my math because as it is stated in D1, Gordon Bombay is 10 iwhich makes Bombay born in 1963. Hockey playoffs are always in the spring around March/April. We don't know when Bombay's birthday is but it's clear that in this movie it takes place late spring/early summer. I'm going with Bombay is 31 in Spring/Summer 1994 and turning 32 later on that year.

D3 - Starts September 1995. Established that Charlie is 14 and he is a Leo which would make his birthday late July / early August. Which makes him 12 just about to turn 13 in D2 and 10 in D1. This makes Bombay 33 in D3. Also makes him 29 in D1. Got it?

Now, normally to get a law degree, it will take approximately 7 years. But let's just say Bombay did a 4 year undergrad and then 3 years law school and because he is so good, he was able to pass the Minnesota bar right out of university. Starts university at 18. Graduates and passes bar when 24 years old. This gives him from the age of 24 to 29 to become a seasoned lawyer. Five years. 30 cases. About 6 cases a year. I'm not a defense lawyer so I don't know what a reasonable case load would be but this seems more reasonable then having Bombay being 28 in D2 and making him 26 in D1. That would only be 2 years and 30 cases. Not to mention, he complains in the limo that Jane is just a year out of law school and isn't ready to take on his cases. If he was 26 at the time, he would just be 2 years out of law school instead of the 5 years I'm going with.

Oh, and I gave 'Intelligent Body' a name. Her name is Tracy.

Chapter Two: Evidence

Tracy jolted awake from a deep slumber. Opening her eyes, she rolls over in bed and sees Gordon Bombay passed out beside her and sighs. She had gotten used to this 'thing' that they had going. She wouldn't describe it as a relationship. Bombay was seeing other women during the week. She could tell. There was occasionally women's clothing left behind and occasionally Bombay would call her by a different name. But he insisted that she was the best out of all of them.

Bombay even gave her a nickname. He said that she had the 'Intelligent Body'. Whatever that meant. She hoped it was referring to the fact that she was the smartest of all his conquests but she was afraid he was referring to something else. It was his own way of complementing her in is his own pathetic way.

Every Friday night, she would come over to his place; he would help her with studying for her LSAT and going over her essays for her pre-law course at University of Minnesota. They would order take out and Gordon would start drinking. After about an hour, they'd end up in bed and Bombay would end up passed beside her. She didn't know why she continued on coming back. He would never change.

She respected his talents in the courtroom. Having an internship as a court reporter at the Minneapolis courthouse she had plenty of opportunity to see Bombay shine in the courtroom. He was cocky but he was good.

Bombay stirred in his sleep for a few minutes and then work up beside her. "Hey babe. How 'bout you grab me another beer, mkay?" Bombay asked before falling back on the bed.

Tracy looked back at him. She didn't know why but she went and got him a beer anyway. As she was looking for a bottle opener in the kitchen, she accidently knocked over a pile of manila envelopes onto the floor. Setting down the bottle of beer, she started to gather them up off the floor when she noticed something. One of the envelopes contained evidence based on a trial that she was covering for the Star Tribune.

Immediately, her first instinct was to pretend that she never saw it and to go back to getting Bombay beverage of choice. Tracy found the bottle opener that she was looking for and open the bottle of Budweiser.

"Gordon, here is your..." Tracy stopped in her tracks. Bombay was passed out on bed snoring away. "Beer."

She sighed and went to put the bottle back in the fridge when she passed where she stacked the manila envelopes. She couldn't resist. She took a quick peak at the first page and then looked up as to expect that Bombay would be standing there watching her. A sigh of relief came over her when he wasn't. She put the beer back in the fridge and scurried back to the bedroom. Bombay was fast asleep. He would be until morning. Once he was out like a light, there was very little waking him up.

Tracy went back and took the one envelope labeled evidence and set it down on the countertop. Flipping through the pages, she sighed. Most of the material was already disclosed by the prosecution. Except for a few pages stapled together at the back of the file. She pulled it out and started reading it.

Tracy couldn't believe her eyes. Bombay had dug up some dirt on the prosecution's star witness. An affair and a sealed juvenile record. Tracey was puzzled. The deadline for evidence submissions was last week. This wasn't in it. Even more so, the affair and juvenile record had nothing to do with the case in hand. So what did Bombay want with it?

Then it dawned on her. He planned on using the information either to blackmail or embarrass the witness. She knew the witness. She had interviewed him the previous week. He seemed like nice old man. She met his wife as well.

'Such a lovely old couple' Tracey thought out loud to herself. Bombay didn't care. He didn't care who he hurt as long as he got the 'W'.

It was now or never. Tracey took the documents and shoved them in her brief case. She wasn't going to let Bombay get away with this. She couldn't. Someone had to put a stop to this. She straightened the remaining envelopes to look like they were never touched. She walked back to the bedroom. Bombay was hadn't moved. She knew once Bombay had found out, he would never write her a recommendation letter never mind get hired at Ducksworth. Somethings were just not worth it. This was one of them.

She left his apartment for the last time.

Gordon Bombay straightened his tie and stood up to cross examine the prosecution's lead witness. He knew his client was guilty of the charges. But as defense attorney, it was his job to defend his client to the best of his abilities. The facts were against his client. The prosecution's expert witnesses had discredited his defendant's only alibi. His was charged with buying used electronics, changing the serial codes and then selling them as new.

"Mr. Leveck," Bombay started. "Are you absolutely certain, that the man that sits behind me is same man that approached you in your store trying to exchange electronic equipment on March 22nd 1991?'

Mr. Leveck nodded. "Yes. Absolutely."

"How certain?" Mr. Bombay prodded. "There are approximately one million people living in the greater area. How can you be so certain that it was this one individual?"

"I am certain. No question about it."

Judge Smith sighed on the bench. At this rate, the cross examination would go on for hours. "Mr. Bombay. The witness has already stated that he observed the defendant at the location in question on March 22nd 1991. Please move on."

Bombay shuffled a few papers in his hand. "Your honor, the witness had just identified my client. According to case law 'Armstrong vs. the State of Illinois', evidence
may be entered into testimony which may discredit the testimony of a witness if shown that the witness is not of sound character."

"Where are you going with this Mr. Bombay?" Just Smith asked. "The prosecution has already demonstrated that Mr. Leveck is of sound mind and exemplary character."

"You'll see," Bombay promised.

Bombay went back to his desk where the defendant was waiting patiently. He flipped open his brief case and pulled out several manila envelopes. He located the envelope labeled 'evidence', picked it up and approached the bench.

"Your honor," Bombay began confidently. He opened the envelope to look for the document in question. It was not there. Bombay stared at the envelope in confusion. He was sure he put the evidence in question in this particular envelope.

"A moment your honor." Bombay returned to his desk and started frantically searching for the missing document. It was nowhere to be found.

"Mr. Bombay." Judge Smith sighed. "Are you going to continue to cross example the witness or are you just going stand there all day?"

Bombay just stared dumbfound at his desk until he realized that he had the documents at his place last night and the only other person at his apartment the previous night was Tracy. He looked for her in the press gallery and there she was. If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman. She glared at her menacing for a minute until Judge Smith threw down the gavel and Bombay snapped to attention.

"Mr. Bombay, do you have any additional questions for the witness?" Judge Smith asked. "I would like not to waste anymore of the courts time. We are due for a recess."

Bombay shook his head. He had nothing. The witnesses' testimony was solid. He was beaten. He knew it. The judge knew it. And Tracy knew it. She smiled from her seat.

"No your Honor," Bombay said sadly. "No further questions."

"Okay then. The court is now in recess and final arguments will begin at 1 pm this afternoon."

Bombay stood with his client. It was going to be a long recess over the lunch hour. He had to do something.

Please read and Review. I know that this is dragging on but in order for the rest of the story to make sense, I have to create a back story. Longer this time. After all, the previous chapter I did on a tablet.