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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-15 11:50 am
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CSI:NY/Conviction - Bang of the Gavel (9/?)
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Bang of the Gavel (9/?)
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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: stop and think
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: Lindsay's testimony. We're getting to the end, inch by inch. Which is where I want to be, at the end.
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.
“Detective Monroe,” Sharp began after Peluso had finished his questioning, “How well did you know Aiden Burn before she died?” By the look on his face, she knew he was expecting a response that she had indeed known Aiden, and Lindsay was surprised, and had to suppress a somewhat smug grin.
“I never met her.”
Sharp looked taken aback a bit, “Never?”
“Never. I came to the lab after Detective Burn had left.”
“But you never happened to bump into her when she dropped by to say hello? She never had drinks with you and the rest of the team?”
“No. I never met her.”
Sharp paused for a second, before changing his line of questioning to one that was more grounded in the evidence, “Let’s go back to this bite mark that you say connects my client to the scene. How did you know to look for this bite mark?”
“When processing the burned out car, Detective Bonasera and I came across an impression in the passenger side door, in the armrest. We found that it was a match to Detective Burn’s teeth. When we found a similar bite on DJ Pratt during processing, we compared it to the impression left on the armrest and a cast impression of Detective Burn’s teeth and found that they were a match.”
“Are you sure, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Burn’s teeth that left that impression?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “If the bite mark hadn’t healed, I would do the comparison again right here.”
Sharp gave her a smirk, “Cost of a slow judicial system?”
“I guess.”
“Now Detective, when Doctor Hawkes identified the body as being that of Aiden Burn, did Detective Bonasera or Doctor Hawkes remove themselves from the case?”
“No,” Lindsay replied slowly.
“And Detective Taylor also got involved in the case as well, correct?”
“To an extent,” Lindsay stated, “He asked to be kept in the loop when it came to details about the case, but he was working on his own at the time.”
“But he was the one who interrogated my client, correct?”
Lindsay hesitated, but then answered slowly, “Detective Bonasera was there as well, but yes.”
“Why was that?”
Lindsay slowed for a moment, stopping to think about the answer to the question, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow you.”
“Detectives Taylor and Bonasera had both been very good friends with the victim, and ethically speaking, should have removed themselves from the case,” he crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at the woman, “Don’t you agree?”
Lindsay again, hesitated, searching for the answer to the question and not finding one right away. Peluso and Desmond stared at her, begging her to not answer the question in a way that was going to screw them.
“No, I don’t,” she stated finally, and Sharp looked confused.
“You don’t believe my ethics were logical there, Detective Monroe?”
“From an attorney’s point of view, maybe, but not from a criminalist’s,” Lindsay replied, “Without Detective Taylor and Detective Bonasera helping me with the case, I would have no insight to the victim. I never met her, let alone knew her, and without their help, I would have never been able to interpret the evidence in the way that I should.”
“But that could have been done without them taking such an—active—role in the case, could it not?”
“Maybe,” Lindsay replied, “But even without their direct role in the case, the evidence would have still clearly pointed to your client, Counselor. Just would have taken me a little longer to find it.”
Sharp stared at her for a second, before turning to the judge, “No further questions.”
“Court will take a brief recess for lunch. See everyone in two hours.”
Peluso and Desmond started packing up their stuff, a big grin on Peluso’s face. “I’m going to kiss that woman.”
“You do that, both Finn and Messer will kick your ass.”
“I don’t care,” Peluso replied, “I’m going to kiss that woman.”
“I take it I did good then?” Lindsay’s voice came from behind him, a smile matching their own on her face. Peluso turned and braced her by the shoulders.
“Lindsay—”
She placed a hand against his chest, and looked up at him, “Please don’t kiss me.”
Peluso let her go, and then held up his fist to her. “You did good.”
She bumped knuckles with him, and Desmond laughed, “I wouldn’t start celebrating yet though. We’ve still got a long way to go.”
Peluso held up a finger in the other man’s direction, “Don’t remind me of that yet. Let me savor this. I may not be savoring it later.”
Title: Bang of the Gavel (9/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi, Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe, Brian Peluso/Christina Finn
csi50 Prompt: stop and thinkContent 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: Lindsay's testimony. We're getting to the end, inch by inch. Which is where I want to be, at the end.
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.
“Detective Monroe,” Sharp began after Peluso had finished his questioning, “How well did you know Aiden Burn before she died?” By the look on his face, she knew he was expecting a response that she had indeed known Aiden, and Lindsay was surprised, and had to suppress a somewhat smug grin.
“I never met her.”
Sharp looked taken aback a bit, “Never?”
“Never. I came to the lab after Detective Burn had left.”
“But you never happened to bump into her when she dropped by to say hello? She never had drinks with you and the rest of the team?”
“No. I never met her.”
Sharp paused for a second, before changing his line of questioning to one that was more grounded in the evidence, “Let’s go back to this bite mark that you say connects my client to the scene. How did you know to look for this bite mark?”
“When processing the burned out car, Detective Bonasera and I came across an impression in the passenger side door, in the armrest. We found that it was a match to Detective Burn’s teeth. When we found a similar bite on DJ Pratt during processing, we compared it to the impression left on the armrest and a cast impression of Detective Burn’s teeth and found that they were a match.”
“Are you sure, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Burn’s teeth that left that impression?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “If the bite mark hadn’t healed, I would do the comparison again right here.”
Sharp gave her a smirk, “Cost of a slow judicial system?”
“I guess.”
“Now Detective, when Doctor Hawkes identified the body as being that of Aiden Burn, did Detective Bonasera or Doctor Hawkes remove themselves from the case?”
“No,” Lindsay replied slowly.
“And Detective Taylor also got involved in the case as well, correct?”
“To an extent,” Lindsay stated, “He asked to be kept in the loop when it came to details about the case, but he was working on his own at the time.”
“But he was the one who interrogated my client, correct?”
Lindsay hesitated, but then answered slowly, “Detective Bonasera was there as well, but yes.”
“Why was that?”
Lindsay slowed for a moment, stopping to think about the answer to the question, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow you.”
“Detectives Taylor and Bonasera had both been very good friends with the victim, and ethically speaking, should have removed themselves from the case,” he crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at the woman, “Don’t you agree?”
Lindsay again, hesitated, searching for the answer to the question and not finding one right away. Peluso and Desmond stared at her, begging her to not answer the question in a way that was going to screw them.
“No, I don’t,” she stated finally, and Sharp looked confused.
“You don’t believe my ethics were logical there, Detective Monroe?”
“From an attorney’s point of view, maybe, but not from a criminalist’s,” Lindsay replied, “Without Detective Taylor and Detective Bonasera helping me with the case, I would have no insight to the victim. I never met her, let alone knew her, and without their help, I would have never been able to interpret the evidence in the way that I should.”
“But that could have been done without them taking such an—active—role in the case, could it not?”
“Maybe,” Lindsay replied, “But even without their direct role in the case, the evidence would have still clearly pointed to your client, Counselor. Just would have taken me a little longer to find it.”
Sharp stared at her for a second, before turning to the judge, “No further questions.”
“Court will take a brief recess for lunch. See everyone in two hours.”
Peluso and Desmond started packing up their stuff, a big grin on Peluso’s face. “I’m going to kiss that woman.”
“You do that, both Finn and Messer will kick your ass.”
“I don’t care,” Peluso replied, “I’m going to kiss that woman.”
“I take it I did good then?” Lindsay’s voice came from behind him, a smile matching their own on her face. Peluso turned and braced her by the shoulders.
“Lindsay—”
She placed a hand against his chest, and looked up at him, “Please don’t kiss me.”
Peluso let her go, and then held up his fist to her. “You did good.”
She bumped knuckles with him, and Desmond laughed, “I wouldn’t start celebrating yet though. We’ve still got a long way to go.”
Peluso held up a finger in the other man’s direction, “Don’t remind me of that yet. Let me savor this. I may not be savoring it later.”