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[#029] Lawyers, Dontcha Just Love 'Em (Original)
Theme Prompt: #029 – Bait and Switch
Title: Lawyers, Dontcha Just Love ‘Em
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 875
Summary: The man sits in front of him with a slick sort of smile, expensive suit and tie looking out of place in the dingy background of the police interrogation room.
The man sits in front of him with a slick sort of smile, expensive suit and tie looking out of place in the dingy background of the police interrogation room. Eyeballing it Mark can tell that it has to be at least a thousand dollars, if not more, and for blue collar upbringing, he knows it has no business sitting on an ADA. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t an ADA, so he keeps his eyes turned straight ahead, looking past his shoulder into the one-way mirror behind him and hoping that this ends as quickly as it’s started.
“Mark – can I call you Mark?” Mark doesn’t respond, and the man moves on almost immediately, almost as though it was a question that was more out of formality than it was actual caring with regards to how Mark wanted to be addressed. “Mark, you’ve got us here in a bit of a pickle. You are part of an illegal crime organization. You’re looking at some pretty serious jail time here.”
“I ain’t no rat.”
The man’s lip curls, almost in disgust, before continuing. “Charming. Where’d you get that, a Scorsese film?”
“It’s the truth,” Mark smirks as he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not going to roll over on anyone, and I ain’t confessing to anything either. You might as well just move it along.”
“Really? Because I was here to say that I had a deal that would be fairly beneficial to both of us, and you waved your right to an attorney which to me says you have something to say.”
“No, I waved my right to an attorney because I haven’t done anything wrong. You have no evidence, other than my alleged connection to organized crime, and that’s only circumstantial.”
“I see. We have a man who fancies himself a lawyer.”
“I wouldn’t say that. But I would say that I’m a man who has learned the ins and outs of the legal system, so you’re going to have to work a little bit harder if you think you’re going to nab me.”
“I see.” The ADA pauses for a moment, before shifting to lean forward and fold his fingers in front of his chest. “Your loyalty is so strong, that you wouldn’t even go down for a crime if Giovanni himself asked you to?”
His eyebrows go up at that, briefly curious as to where this was going. “Well, he ain’t here askin’, so I’m not sure why that question is relevant?”
“And what if he were?” the ADA leans in conspiratorially. “Would you?”
Mark’s eyebrows go up in response, studying the man carefully, before leaning in to match his stance, just to see if he’ll recoil to keep from getting “street thug” on his thousand dollar suit. “That would entirely depend on what he was offering.”
The ADA leans back, reaching into his pocket and taking out a letter, before placing it across the table for him to take. Mark eyes him carefully for a moment, before reaching forward to flip it open. In it is a letter in Giovanni’s handwriting, with personal details only he would know. Mark looks up at the ADA again, and he’s looking comfortably smug.
“Giovanni gave that to me to deliver to you myself. He would really appreciate if you did this favor for him.”
“Oh, I’m sure he would,” Mark replies. “So I just confess and make a deal with you, and he does what for you, exactly?”
The man looks confident as he speaks, the smugness leaving Mark to think that this probably wasn’t being recorded, as most interrogations usually are. “A few wins under my belt certainly doesn’t hurt,” he begins, before leaning back and adjusting his cufflinks. “And he may help supplement my lifestyle.”
“So you take bribes.” It’s incredibly pointed, but he’s testing how far he’s allowed to take this, and this ADA doesn’t seem to taking the smart approach to this at all.
“I prefer to consider them gestures of gratitude.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So do we have a deal?”
“Sure.” Mark smirks, before leaning back in his chair. “Too bad you’re under arrest.”
The ADA blinks for a moment, looking almost amused at the confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“You. Are Under. Arrest.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, the two detectives who arrested him earlier make their way into the room and move to arrest the ADA in front of him. As he does, Mark unbuttons his shirt to reveal the wire he’s wearing.
“But you’re … ”
“Detective Mark Castenello, first grade. I’ve been undercover in the Giovanni organization for almost two years. We always knew he had an ADA in his pocket, but we could never quite pin down who.” He tips his head to the side with a small smirk. “Now we know, so thanks a lot for that.”
The ADA is already starting to try and plead his case, talking about the convictions that will be overturned and the problems that this will cause, but right now, nothing he can say will bring down Mark’s mood. They put another bad guy behind bars – and that is always a good day in his book.
Title: Lawyers, Dontcha Just Love ‘Em
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 875
Summary: The man sits in front of him with a slick sort of smile, expensive suit and tie looking out of place in the dingy background of the police interrogation room.
The man sits in front of him with a slick sort of smile, expensive suit and tie looking out of place in the dingy background of the police interrogation room. Eyeballing it Mark can tell that it has to be at least a thousand dollars, if not more, and for blue collar upbringing, he knows it has no business sitting on an ADA. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t an ADA, so he keeps his eyes turned straight ahead, looking past his shoulder into the one-way mirror behind him and hoping that this ends as quickly as it’s started.
“Mark – can I call you Mark?” Mark doesn’t respond, and the man moves on almost immediately, almost as though it was a question that was more out of formality than it was actual caring with regards to how Mark wanted to be addressed. “Mark, you’ve got us here in a bit of a pickle. You are part of an illegal crime organization. You’re looking at some pretty serious jail time here.”
“I ain’t no rat.”
The man’s lip curls, almost in disgust, before continuing. “Charming. Where’d you get that, a Scorsese film?”
“It’s the truth,” Mark smirks as he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not going to roll over on anyone, and I ain’t confessing to anything either. You might as well just move it along.”
“Really? Because I was here to say that I had a deal that would be fairly beneficial to both of us, and you waved your right to an attorney which to me says you have something to say.”
“No, I waved my right to an attorney because I haven’t done anything wrong. You have no evidence, other than my alleged connection to organized crime, and that’s only circumstantial.”
“I see. We have a man who fancies himself a lawyer.”
“I wouldn’t say that. But I would say that I’m a man who has learned the ins and outs of the legal system, so you’re going to have to work a little bit harder if you think you’re going to nab me.”
“I see.” The ADA pauses for a moment, before shifting to lean forward and fold his fingers in front of his chest. “Your loyalty is so strong, that you wouldn’t even go down for a crime if Giovanni himself asked you to?”
His eyebrows go up at that, briefly curious as to where this was going. “Well, he ain’t here askin’, so I’m not sure why that question is relevant?”
“And what if he were?” the ADA leans in conspiratorially. “Would you?”
Mark’s eyebrows go up in response, studying the man carefully, before leaning in to match his stance, just to see if he’ll recoil to keep from getting “street thug” on his thousand dollar suit. “That would entirely depend on what he was offering.”
The ADA leans back, reaching into his pocket and taking out a letter, before placing it across the table for him to take. Mark eyes him carefully for a moment, before reaching forward to flip it open. In it is a letter in Giovanni’s handwriting, with personal details only he would know. Mark looks up at the ADA again, and he’s looking comfortably smug.
“Giovanni gave that to me to deliver to you myself. He would really appreciate if you did this favor for him.”
“Oh, I’m sure he would,” Mark replies. “So I just confess and make a deal with you, and he does what for you, exactly?”
The man looks confident as he speaks, the smugness leaving Mark to think that this probably wasn’t being recorded, as most interrogations usually are. “A few wins under my belt certainly doesn’t hurt,” he begins, before leaning back and adjusting his cufflinks. “And he may help supplement my lifestyle.”
“So you take bribes.” It’s incredibly pointed, but he’s testing how far he’s allowed to take this, and this ADA doesn’t seem to taking the smart approach to this at all.
“I prefer to consider them gestures of gratitude.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So do we have a deal?”
“Sure.” Mark smirks, before leaning back in his chair. “Too bad you’re under arrest.”
The ADA blinks for a moment, looking almost amused at the confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“You. Are Under. Arrest.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, the two detectives who arrested him earlier make their way into the room and move to arrest the ADA in front of him. As he does, Mark unbuttons his shirt to reveal the wire he’s wearing.
“But you’re … ”
“Detective Mark Castenello, first grade. I’ve been undercover in the Giovanni organization for almost two years. We always knew he had an ADA in his pocket, but we could never quite pin down who.” He tips his head to the side with a small smirk. “Now we know, so thanks a lot for that.”
The ADA is already starting to try and plead his case, talking about the convictions that will be overturned and the problems that this will cause, but right now, nothing he can say will bring down Mark’s mood. They put another bad guy behind bars – and that is always a good day in his book.
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So much fun to read :)
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