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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-02 11:57 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-02 11:57 pm
Colby/Christina - Hostile Witness
i think i may elaborate on this. i'm not sure when or how, but i think i will.
Fandom: Numb3rs/Conviction
Title: Hostile Witness
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Colby Granger/Christina Finn, Alex Cabot, Don Eppes
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Colby is forced to testify in a case in New York.
Author's Note: Written formakeitstopjamie in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Colby and her favorite was the pairing with Christina Finn. I reworked the original dialouge a bit, but the base moment that I used is still in there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Conviction or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or NBC.
“He won’t testify,” Christina began, and Cabot shook her head.
“No. He will testify,” she stated, “Subpoena him.”
“Look, I really don’t think that forcing him to testify is going to help—”
“Christina, I don’t think you understood me. Today is Friday. I want you to subpoena him, and have his ass in my office Monday morning,” Cabot looked up from her desk at the ADA standing in front of her, sliding her glasses off her face, “Have I made myself clear now?”
“Yes, perfectly,” Christina replied, before turning and leaving Cabot’s office. She made it into her office, and shut the door behind her, muttering as she picked up the phone to call the judge, “You know, its days like this when I really hate my job.”
***
“Hey, Don?” Colby said, walking over to the man as he was sitting at his desk, “I’m gonna need a few days off.”
Don looked up at him in confusion, “Something come up?”
“I’ve been subpoenaed to testify in New York,” he sighed, showing him the document.
“They had to subpoena you?” Don frowned, “Why?”
“Because I refused to do it otherwise,” Colby stated, sitting down in front of his desk, “Its and old Army buddy and this prosecutor wants to testify against him to his state of mind. He—he had a bad time over there, and they want me to testify to that.”
“You think he did it?”
“Personally, I’d like to think he didn’t,” Colby replied, “He’s got his problems—but he’s not a murderer, Don.”
“Well, they’ve got to have pretty good evidence against him to be prosecuting him,” Don said and Colby shook his head.
“I know,” Colby replied, “Anyway, I need to be in New York on Monday, and I’m not sure how long this is going to take—”
“I understand. Take the time you need,” Don nodded, “Do what you got to do.”
“Thanks, Don,” Colby nodded, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
***
Colby was standing in what remind him of the bullpen at the FBI but was really the DA’s office in New York. There were people milling around him, pretending he didn’t exist, and it fascinated him. He had no idea that lawyers set up in somewhat the same way they did. In—somewhat organized chaos.
“Umm—Special Agent Granger?”
Colby whirled around and saw a woman with curly red hair standing behind him, a slight frown of confusion on her face. He looked her up and down slightly before giving her a smile.
“Colby Granger,” he said, extending his hand to her, “Tell me you’re not Alex Cabot.”
“Christina Finn,” she sighed, shaking his hand, “Should I ask why?”
“I would hate to have to already resent you.”
She gave him a smile, before turning and gesturing for him to follow her, “Thank you for flying all the way out here from LA on such short notice, both Cabot and I really appreciate it.”
“Well, her subpoena asked me so nicely,” Colby replied, giving her a smirk, “I couldn’t say no.”
Christina laughed, “I appreciate it. Your testimony will really help our case.”
“In that case, anything for the New York DA’s office,” Colby grinned, and she could feel the blush creeping up the side of her neck.
“Glad we have your cooperation,” she smiled, before holding open the door to the conference room for him, and gesturing inside, “After you?”
He walked into the room and sat down at the table, “Look, Miss Finn, I’m really not comfortable testifying against him. I’m not fully convinced that he’s the guy you want for this.”
“Agent Granger—”
“Colby.”
“Agent Granger,” Christina repeated, giving him a look as she sat down across from him, “The evidence against your friend is very strong.”
“Then why do you need me?” Colby asked.
“Because the defense is questioning motive and frame of mind,” Christina replied, “We need you to testify to the fact that Jerry Wilson’s state of mind wasn’t exactly the most—solid—due to the time he spent over in Afghanistan.”
“I can’t do that to him when I don’t know what he did or didn’t do.”
“Look, I understand that,” Christina sighed, “And I feel for you, I do. But Cabot, unfortunately, does not and she is prepared to treat you as a hostile witness if you refuse to cooperate. And you will be under oath.”
“Hostile witness?” he frowned, “What does that mean?”
“She can ask leading questions, do things that a defense attorney would normally object to,” Christina replied, “I know it’s not the most—appealing—option, but it will be a lot easier on you if you cooperate with us.”
“I’d rather be treated as a hostile witness,” Colby replied quietly as he got up, “Then willingly be the damning witness on a man who risked his life right a long me.”
He walked out of the office and out the door, and Christina stayed sitting at the table, staring at the empty seat formerly occupied by the FBI agent. She tossed her pen down on the table, and took a deep breath.
“Yup. Days like this when I really hate my job.”
Fandom: Numb3rs/Conviction
Title: Hostile Witness
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Colby Granger/Christina Finn, Alex Cabot, Don Eppes
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Colby is forced to testify in a case in New York.
Author's Note: Written for
makeitstopjamie in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Colby and her favorite was the pairing with Christina Finn. I reworked the original dialouge a bit, but the base moment that I used is still in there.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Conviction or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or NBC.
“He won’t testify,” Christina began, and Cabot shook her head.
“No. He will testify,” she stated, “Subpoena him.”
“Look, I really don’t think that forcing him to testify is going to help—”
“Christina, I don’t think you understood me. Today is Friday. I want you to subpoena him, and have his ass in my office Monday morning,” Cabot looked up from her desk at the ADA standing in front of her, sliding her glasses off her face, “Have I made myself clear now?”
“Yes, perfectly,” Christina replied, before turning and leaving Cabot’s office. She made it into her office, and shut the door behind her, muttering as she picked up the phone to call the judge, “You know, its days like this when I really hate my job.”
***
“Hey, Don?” Colby said, walking over to the man as he was sitting at his desk, “I’m gonna need a few days off.”
Don looked up at him in confusion, “Something come up?”
“I’ve been subpoenaed to testify in New York,” he sighed, showing him the document.
“They had to subpoena you?” Don frowned, “Why?”
“Because I refused to do it otherwise,” Colby stated, sitting down in front of his desk, “Its and old Army buddy and this prosecutor wants to testify against him to his state of mind. He—he had a bad time over there, and they want me to testify to that.”
“You think he did it?”
“Personally, I’d like to think he didn’t,” Colby replied, “He’s got his problems—but he’s not a murderer, Don.”
“Well, they’ve got to have pretty good evidence against him to be prosecuting him,” Don said and Colby shook his head.
“I know,” Colby replied, “Anyway, I need to be in New York on Monday, and I’m not sure how long this is going to take—”
“I understand. Take the time you need,” Don nodded, “Do what you got to do.”
“Thanks, Don,” Colby nodded, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
***
Colby was standing in what remind him of the bullpen at the FBI but was really the DA’s office in New York. There were people milling around him, pretending he didn’t exist, and it fascinated him. He had no idea that lawyers set up in somewhat the same way they did. In—somewhat organized chaos.
“Umm—Special Agent Granger?”
Colby whirled around and saw a woman with curly red hair standing behind him, a slight frown of confusion on her face. He looked her up and down slightly before giving her a smile.
“Colby Granger,” he said, extending his hand to her, “Tell me you’re not Alex Cabot.”
“Christina Finn,” she sighed, shaking his hand, “Should I ask why?”
“I would hate to have to already resent you.”
She gave him a smile, before turning and gesturing for him to follow her, “Thank you for flying all the way out here from LA on such short notice, both Cabot and I really appreciate it.”
“Well, her subpoena asked me so nicely,” Colby replied, giving her a smirk, “I couldn’t say no.”
Christina laughed, “I appreciate it. Your testimony will really help our case.”
“In that case, anything for the New York DA’s office,” Colby grinned, and she could feel the blush creeping up the side of her neck.
“Glad we have your cooperation,” she smiled, before holding open the door to the conference room for him, and gesturing inside, “After you?”
He walked into the room and sat down at the table, “Look, Miss Finn, I’m really not comfortable testifying against him. I’m not fully convinced that he’s the guy you want for this.”
“Agent Granger—”
“Colby.”
“Agent Granger,” Christina repeated, giving him a look as she sat down across from him, “The evidence against your friend is very strong.”
“Then why do you need me?” Colby asked.
“Because the defense is questioning motive and frame of mind,” Christina replied, “We need you to testify to the fact that Jerry Wilson’s state of mind wasn’t exactly the most—solid—due to the time he spent over in Afghanistan.”
“I can’t do that to him when I don’t know what he did or didn’t do.”
“Look, I understand that,” Christina sighed, “And I feel for you, I do. But Cabot, unfortunately, does not and she is prepared to treat you as a hostile witness if you refuse to cooperate. And you will be under oath.”
“Hostile witness?” he frowned, “What does that mean?”
“She can ask leading questions, do things that a defense attorney would normally object to,” Christina replied, “I know it’s not the most—appealing—option, but it will be a lot easier on you if you cooperate with us.”
“I’d rather be treated as a hostile witness,” Colby replied quietly as he got up, “Then willingly be the damning witness on a man who risked his life right a long me.”
He walked out of the office and out the door, and Christina stayed sitting at the table, staring at the empty seat formerly occupied by the FBI agent. She tossed her pen down on the table, and took a deep breath.
“Yup. Days like this when I really hate my job.”