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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-22 08:41 pm
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CSI:NY/Conviction - The Arraignment of DJ Pratt
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: The Arraignment of DJ Pratt
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Rating: FRT
(Canon) Characters: Billy Desmond, DJ Pratt, Jim Steele
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csi50 Prompt: procedural
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes,"
Summary: Desmond takes on DJ Pratt.
Author's Note: Something I probably should have written before I started Bang of the Gavel, but what can you do. This one is slightly more Conviction than CSI:NY but it's basically based within the show storylines, so...yeah.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
“Dockett number 60624 People v. Darrell Pratt Junior, charge of murder in the first degree,” the bailiff read off as he made his way across the courtroom.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Pratt,” Judge Marilyn Williams said patronizingly over the tops of her glasses as she took the file from the bailiff, “Seems like you’ve upped the ante this time around. How does the defendant plea, Mr. Sharp?”
“Not guilty, your Honor,” Jackson Sharp replied, and Williams rolled her eyes.
“And why doesn’t that surprise me. What do the people say, Mr. Desmond?”
“The people seek remand, your Honor,” Billy said evenly, “Mr. Pratt is accused of the murder of a former NYPD detective. He has also, as you know, been accused of violent crimes in the past, and is not only a danger to society, but also believed to be a flight risk.”
“Your Honor, those charges against my client were dropped, and therefore, should not be used to keep him in jail where he doesn’t belong. And how is he a flight risk? He’s a house painter, he makes barely enough to get by every week, where is he going to get the resources to leave town so suddenly.”
“The same place he got the resources to retain you as an attorney, Mr. Sharp,” Williams replied, “And anyone can get in a car and drive, now can’t they. Bail is set at one million dollars. Anything else, Mr. Desmond?”
“No ma’am,” Billy replied sullenly.
“Good,” she said before bringing the gavel down on the block, and left the lawyers to gather their things and get out of her courtroom. They were the last arraignment for the day, and it had been a long one. Billy could hear Pratt’s outraged voice over his shoulder as he packed up.
“One million dollars? Where am I going to get that? Every dime I have is going to fuckin pay you!”
“Would you calm down and let me worry about that?” Sharp replied stiffly, before the guards led Pratt off, and he glanced up at Desmond. “Peluso too big an attorney to do his own arraignments now, he had to send in the second chair to do it?”
“Peluso waiting for the jury to come back in on his last case,” Desmond replied, “Otherwise he would have been here.”
“Uh-huh,” Sharp continued, “So what happened to the pretty one? Not have the stomach to face my client this time around?”
“No, she had the stomach,” Desmond replied, “I just had a stronger one.”
Sharp smirked, before looking the man up and down, “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, kid. At least she would have been prepared.” With that he made his way out of the courtroom, and past a man standing in the doorway. There were two people left in the courtroom, one was the man at the door, and the other was an older one, with salt and pepper streaks littering his dark hair. He got up as Billy started to leave and intercepted him in the aisle.
“Mr. Desmond, my name is Darryl Burn,” he said slowly, “Aiden—” he almost choked on the words as he continued “—the victim—she was my—”
“Your daughter,” Billy finished for him, a look of sadness washing over the man’s face as he spoke.
“Yes,” he nodded, “I just wanted to know—you’re going to make sure he doesn’t get away with this, right? You’re making sure he’s not getting away with killing my baby girl?”
“Mr. Burn,” Billy began, “Firstly, let me say this. I had met your daughter in several occasions and she was a very inspiring person. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. Secondly, the state of New York will not rest until DJ Pratt is on death row for this, I can promise you that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Desmond,” Darryl replied, knowing that it may not be a promise Billy could keep, but the man spoke with such conviction, that he decided that false hope was maybe better than no hope at all. With that, he shook the man’s hand and made his way out the door, passing the man in the doorway, who had watched their conversation with the intensity of a bear.
Billy slowly made his way up the aisle to the man, and had just made it past him before he spoke.
“Shouldn’t make promises you don’t know that you can keep, Desmond,” Jim Steele said, turning to face Desmond’s back as he spoke, “You know better than that.”
“Maybe,” Desmond replied, “But are you about to let Pratt get away with this?” He watched as the corner of his boss’s mouth turned up in a smirk.
“Not a chance,” Steele replied, “But if he’s acquitted, and double jeopardy is attatched, you’re pretty much screwed.”
“Then I guess we’re going to have to make sure we win then,” Desmond replied with a smile, “Won’t we?”
Title: The Arraignment of DJ Pratt
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
(Canon) Characters: Billy Desmond, DJ Pratt, Jim Steele
csi50 Prompt: procedural Content Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes,"
Summary: Desmond takes on DJ Pratt.
Author's Note: Something I probably should have written before I started Bang of the Gavel, but what can you do. This one is slightly more Conviction than CSI:NY but it's basically based within the show storylines, so...yeah.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
“Dockett number 60624 People v. Darrell Pratt Junior, charge of murder in the first degree,” the bailiff read off as he made his way across the courtroom.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Pratt,” Judge Marilyn Williams said patronizingly over the tops of her glasses as she took the file from the bailiff, “Seems like you’ve upped the ante this time around. How does the defendant plea, Mr. Sharp?”
“Not guilty, your Honor,” Jackson Sharp replied, and Williams rolled her eyes.
“And why doesn’t that surprise me. What do the people say, Mr. Desmond?”
“The people seek remand, your Honor,” Billy said evenly, “Mr. Pratt is accused of the murder of a former NYPD detective. He has also, as you know, been accused of violent crimes in the past, and is not only a danger to society, but also believed to be a flight risk.”
“Your Honor, those charges against my client were dropped, and therefore, should not be used to keep him in jail where he doesn’t belong. And how is he a flight risk? He’s a house painter, he makes barely enough to get by every week, where is he going to get the resources to leave town so suddenly.”
“The same place he got the resources to retain you as an attorney, Mr. Sharp,” Williams replied, “And anyone can get in a car and drive, now can’t they. Bail is set at one million dollars. Anything else, Mr. Desmond?”
“No ma’am,” Billy replied sullenly.
“Good,” she said before bringing the gavel down on the block, and left the lawyers to gather their things and get out of her courtroom. They were the last arraignment for the day, and it had been a long one. Billy could hear Pratt’s outraged voice over his shoulder as he packed up.
“One million dollars? Where am I going to get that? Every dime I have is going to fuckin pay you!”
“Would you calm down and let me worry about that?” Sharp replied stiffly, before the guards led Pratt off, and he glanced up at Desmond. “Peluso too big an attorney to do his own arraignments now, he had to send in the second chair to do it?”
“Peluso waiting for the jury to come back in on his last case,” Desmond replied, “Otherwise he would have been here.”
“Uh-huh,” Sharp continued, “So what happened to the pretty one? Not have the stomach to face my client this time around?”
“No, she had the stomach,” Desmond replied, “I just had a stronger one.”
Sharp smirked, before looking the man up and down, “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, kid. At least she would have been prepared.” With that he made his way out of the courtroom, and past a man standing in the doorway. There were two people left in the courtroom, one was the man at the door, and the other was an older one, with salt and pepper streaks littering his dark hair. He got up as Billy started to leave and intercepted him in the aisle.
“Mr. Desmond, my name is Darryl Burn,” he said slowly, “Aiden—” he almost choked on the words as he continued “—the victim—she was my—”
“Your daughter,” Billy finished for him, a look of sadness washing over the man’s face as he spoke.
“Yes,” he nodded, “I just wanted to know—you’re going to make sure he doesn’t get away with this, right? You’re making sure he’s not getting away with killing my baby girl?”
“Mr. Burn,” Billy began, “Firstly, let me say this. I had met your daughter in several occasions and she was a very inspiring person. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. Secondly, the state of New York will not rest until DJ Pratt is on death row for this, I can promise you that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Desmond,” Darryl replied, knowing that it may not be a promise Billy could keep, but the man spoke with such conviction, that he decided that false hope was maybe better than no hope at all. With that, he shook the man’s hand and made his way out the door, passing the man in the doorway, who had watched their conversation with the intensity of a bear.
Billy slowly made his way up the aisle to the man, and had just made it past him before he spoke.
“Shouldn’t make promises you don’t know that you can keep, Desmond,” Jim Steele said, turning to face Desmond’s back as he spoke, “You know better than that.”
“Maybe,” Desmond replied, “But are you about to let Pratt get away with this?” He watched as the corner of his boss’s mouth turned up in a smirk.
“Not a chance,” Steele replied, “But if he’s acquitted, and double jeopardy is attatched, you’re pretty much screwed.”
“Then I guess we’re going to have to make sure we win then,” Desmond replied with a smile, “Won’t we?”
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i'm glad you liked it.
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although, because i wrote this, steele knows that i know he exists (originally it was going to be mac) and he's jumping up and down and whining and complaining "i wanna flirt with stella now."
i may not be getting back to "bang of the gavel" for a while.