FIC - Likely (or not) To Lead To The Discovery Of Admissible Evidence
title: Likely (or not) To Lead To The Discovery Of Admissible Evidence.
pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: R
Prompt: Guilt v. Innocence
A/N Lindsey has some questions to answer.
Lindsey was afraid, but he wasn’t yet willing to show it. He knew it would happen sooner or later, but he preferred later whenever possible.
“Where were you tonight? I called and you didn’t answer. You know that’s against the rules.”
The lawyer answered quickly, “What if that’s not subject to discovery?”
Spike practically roared, “There is nothing that is not subject to my discovery, boy. You know I can make you tell me. So just do it and make things easier for yourself.”
“It’s irrelevant and immaterial to the subject action, Spike.”
“You’re only making me angrier. You know I’m taking your phone, because you’re not going to be allowed out again for a long time, so you won’t need it. Answer my question. Where the fuck were you that you couldn’t be bothered to answer my calls?”
“Work product. Not admissible”, Lindsey answered, his voice growing smaller and more quiet by the minute. He had a secret. He didn’t want to give it away. That’s why he was playing this little game.
When the back of Spike’s hand connected with Lindsey’s left check, he started to reconsider the game he was playing.
“Have you got something to feel guilty about, boy? Throwing all these lawyer terms at me, you think you’re being cute?”
Lindsey checked to make sure his teeth were all firmly attached.
“I don’t feel guilty. I’m doing what I know how to do. You knew I was a lawyer when all this started. It’s how I respond. If you keep asking questions, you’ll go over the limit of fifty, including subparts, which will entitle me to stop answering altogether.”
At that point, Spike’s fist connected with Lindsey’s gut, sending him to the floor in an instant. Before even a second passed, Spike’s boot was firmly pressing down on his lover’s neck.
“Speak, Lindsey, or I swear, lawyer or no, you will be incredibly sorry. Do as I say, and we can end this night without any blood being spilled. This is your last chance.”
Lindsey gave up. He reached into his pocket and held up two small pieces of paper for Spike’s inspection.
Tickets to a Sex Pistols cover band. Lindsey had waited in a two hour line to get them at a local club.
Spike stared at them, eyes wide and maybe a little glassy, then hauled his lover to his feet.
“So, you tell me, Spike. Am I innocent or guilty?”
“You’re both, you wonderful, incorrigible boy. This was incredibly thoughtful. Why didn’t you just say so instead of taking a beating?”
“Well, what would be the fun in that?”, Lindsey replied, in all seriousness.
Spike pulled him close and kissed him hard. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see the show.”
Lindsey approached the next question with a bit of caution.
“My phone?”
“Hand it over, boy. You still should have answered it when I called.”
pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: R
Prompt: Guilt v. Innocence
A/N Lindsey has some questions to answer.
Lindsey was afraid, but he wasn’t yet willing to show it. He knew it would happen sooner or later, but he preferred later whenever possible.
“Where were you tonight? I called and you didn’t answer. You know that’s against the rules.”
The lawyer answered quickly, “What if that’s not subject to discovery?”
Spike practically roared, “There is nothing that is not subject to my discovery, boy. You know I can make you tell me. So just do it and make things easier for yourself.”
“It’s irrelevant and immaterial to the subject action, Spike.”
“You’re only making me angrier. You know I’m taking your phone, because you’re not going to be allowed out again for a long time, so you won’t need it. Answer my question. Where the fuck were you that you couldn’t be bothered to answer my calls?”
“Work product. Not admissible”, Lindsey answered, his voice growing smaller and more quiet by the minute. He had a secret. He didn’t want to give it away. That’s why he was playing this little game.
When the back of Spike’s hand connected with Lindsey’s left check, he started to reconsider the game he was playing.
“Have you got something to feel guilty about, boy? Throwing all these lawyer terms at me, you think you’re being cute?”
Lindsey checked to make sure his teeth were all firmly attached.
“I don’t feel guilty. I’m doing what I know how to do. You knew I was a lawyer when all this started. It’s how I respond. If you keep asking questions, you’ll go over the limit of fifty, including subparts, which will entitle me to stop answering altogether.”
At that point, Spike’s fist connected with Lindsey’s gut, sending him to the floor in an instant. Before even a second passed, Spike’s boot was firmly pressing down on his lover’s neck.
“Speak, Lindsey, or I swear, lawyer or no, you will be incredibly sorry. Do as I say, and we can end this night without any blood being spilled. This is your last chance.”
Lindsey gave up. He reached into his pocket and held up two small pieces of paper for Spike’s inspection.
Tickets to a Sex Pistols cover band. Lindsey had waited in a two hour line to get them at a local club.
Spike stared at them, eyes wide and maybe a little glassy, then hauled his lover to his feet.
“So, you tell me, Spike. Am I innocent or guilty?”
“You’re both, you wonderful, incorrigible boy. This was incredibly thoughtful. Why didn’t you just say so instead of taking a beating?”
“Well, what would be the fun in that?”, Lindsey replied, in all seriousness.
Spike pulled him close and kissed him hard. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see the show.”
Lindsey approached the next question with a bit of caution.
“My phone?”
“Hand it over, boy. You still should have answered it when I called.”