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CSI:NY/Conviction - Bang of the Gavel (8/?)
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Bang of the Gavel (8/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi, Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe, Brian Peluso/Christina Finn
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csi50 Prompt: methodical thinking
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes," "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Its not always easy when you're handling the case of a dead cop.
Author's Note: Yay! We're actually starting the trial! This chapter is basically just the opening statements, so it's short, but hey, since we're in the trial, it means we're getting close to the end. Yay!
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.
There was a buzz in this courtroom. This case was in the news so much that Sharp had actually got one of his motions to pass, in getting the opportunity to pick a jury from outside the area. But there were so many reporters in the room, and Peluso was beginning to wonder how much publicity this case really needed to get. And where the hell the judge was?
If he was going to die, he wanted it to be quick and painless.
He started to tap the pencil in his hand out of impatience, when he saw the door to chambers open, and Williams’ head appear. She gave the bailiff a nod, and his voice boomed over the crowd.
“All rise. Criminal Court part four now in session, the Honorable Judge Marilyn Williams presiding.”
Williams banged the gave as she arrived, and took her seat, “State of New York v. Darrell Pratt, Junior, charge of murder in the first degree. Defendant pleas not guilty. Alright.” She looked up at the two lawyers over her glasses, “Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Mr. Peluso?”
“Thank you, your Honor,” he said, adjusting his suit slightly before walking toward the jury.
“Aiden Burn was a homicide detective for the New York City Police Department. She was a crime scene investigator, who processed the evidence at a scene and made sure that the murderers, rapists, and other criminals went to sleep in a cold jail cell instead of a warm bed. She made sure the judicial system could place men and women like DJ Pratt” he turned and pointed to the man sitting at the defendant’s table, “—behind bars where they belonged, and kept the streets safe for you and your families. She was trying her hardest to put Pratt behind bars where he belonged, but before she could, he took her life.”
He paused slightly, let the words sink in, before continuing, “You will hear testimony from the medical examiner that Detective Burn was physically beaten to death. Now, I can’t show you the extent of the injuries that Pratt inflicted on his. Because this—” he pressed a button on the clicker, and the crime scene photos of the burned remains of the car flashed onto the screen in front of them, “—is all that’s left. You will hear testimony from the CSIs involved on the scene with the evidence that they found that without a shadow of a doubt that DJ Pratt was the man who committed this crime. Do your duty as the jury, and do what Aiden Burn lost her life trying to do. Find him guilty.”
He paused again, before returning to the table, but leaving the pictures of the scene on the screen. He watched as Sharp stood up, adjusted his suit, and started to walk towards the table.
“Aiden Burn was unstable,” he began, “She became so consumed with my client, so convinced that he was the guilty one, that she tried to do everything in her power to find a way to ‘prove’ that my client did the things that a jilted lover had said that he did. She harassed my client in his workplace. She lost her job for almost planting evidence. When she didn’t have the protection of the badge anymore, she started stalking my client, following him like a serial killer would stalk his victims. My client needed to protect himself from a woman with a clear vendetta against him. But where was he to go?”
He hesitated for a second, letting what he had said about Aiden sink in before continuing:
“He couldn’t go to the police. They thought he was a rapist and a murderer. He had no other choice but to defend himself from this woman who, given the opportunity would force him to go to jail for crimes he didn’t, and she couldn’t prove he committed. So he did what he had to do. He defended himself against a woman who had a mission to ruin his life. Mr. Peluso will tell you that this case is all about the evidence, but the evidence is exactly what they don’t have. Good, solid evidence that tells you that my client killed Aiden Burn. There’s only one thing you can do. Find him not guilty.”
Sharp hesitated in front of the jury box, before turning and walking back to his seat. Once he was seated in his chair, Williams looked up and gave Peluso a nod.
“Prosecution may call their first witness.”
“Thank you, your Honor,” Peluso nodded, getting up as he went, “Prosecution calls Detective Lindsay Monroe.”
Title: Bang of the Gavel (8/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi, Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe, Brian Peluso/Christina Finn
csi50 Prompt: methodical thinkingContent Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes," "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Its not always easy when you're handling the case of a dead cop.
Author's Note: Yay! We're actually starting the trial! This chapter is basically just the opening statements, so it's short, but hey, since we're in the trial, it means we're getting close to the end. Yay!
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.
There was a buzz in this courtroom. This case was in the news so much that Sharp had actually got one of his motions to pass, in getting the opportunity to pick a jury from outside the area. But there were so many reporters in the room, and Peluso was beginning to wonder how much publicity this case really needed to get. And where the hell the judge was?
If he was going to die, he wanted it to be quick and painless.
He started to tap the pencil in his hand out of impatience, when he saw the door to chambers open, and Williams’ head appear. She gave the bailiff a nod, and his voice boomed over the crowd.
“All rise. Criminal Court part four now in session, the Honorable Judge Marilyn Williams presiding.”
Williams banged the gave as she arrived, and took her seat, “State of New York v. Darrell Pratt, Junior, charge of murder in the first degree. Defendant pleas not guilty. Alright.” She looked up at the two lawyers over her glasses, “Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Mr. Peluso?”
“Thank you, your Honor,” he said, adjusting his suit slightly before walking toward the jury.
“Aiden Burn was a homicide detective for the New York City Police Department. She was a crime scene investigator, who processed the evidence at a scene and made sure that the murderers, rapists, and other criminals went to sleep in a cold jail cell instead of a warm bed. She made sure the judicial system could place men and women like DJ Pratt” he turned and pointed to the man sitting at the defendant’s table, “—behind bars where they belonged, and kept the streets safe for you and your families. She was trying her hardest to put Pratt behind bars where he belonged, but before she could, he took her life.”
He paused slightly, let the words sink in, before continuing, “You will hear testimony from the medical examiner that Detective Burn was physically beaten to death. Now, I can’t show you the extent of the injuries that Pratt inflicted on his. Because this—” he pressed a button on the clicker, and the crime scene photos of the burned remains of the car flashed onto the screen in front of them, “—is all that’s left. You will hear testimony from the CSIs involved on the scene with the evidence that they found that without a shadow of a doubt that DJ Pratt was the man who committed this crime. Do your duty as the jury, and do what Aiden Burn lost her life trying to do. Find him guilty.”
He paused again, before returning to the table, but leaving the pictures of the scene on the screen. He watched as Sharp stood up, adjusted his suit, and started to walk towards the table.
“Aiden Burn was unstable,” he began, “She became so consumed with my client, so convinced that he was the guilty one, that she tried to do everything in her power to find a way to ‘prove’ that my client did the things that a jilted lover had said that he did. She harassed my client in his workplace. She lost her job for almost planting evidence. When she didn’t have the protection of the badge anymore, she started stalking my client, following him like a serial killer would stalk his victims. My client needed to protect himself from a woman with a clear vendetta against him. But where was he to go?”
He hesitated for a second, letting what he had said about Aiden sink in before continuing:
“He couldn’t go to the police. They thought he was a rapist and a murderer. He had no other choice but to defend himself from this woman who, given the opportunity would force him to go to jail for crimes he didn’t, and she couldn’t prove he committed. So he did what he had to do. He defended himself against a woman who had a mission to ruin his life. Mr. Peluso will tell you that this case is all about the evidence, but the evidence is exactly what they don’t have. Good, solid evidence that tells you that my client killed Aiden Burn. There’s only one thing you can do. Find him not guilty.”
Sharp hesitated in front of the jury box, before turning and walking back to his seat. Once he was seated in his chair, Williams looked up and gave Peluso a nod.
“Prosecution may call their first witness.”
“Thank you, your Honor,” Peluso nodded, getting up as he went, “Prosecution calls Detective Lindsay Monroe.”
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