You're Going To Court

Arriving at the courthouse was a bit more of a production than at work - not because you or the others had any special duties to perform, but just because it was halfway across town from the office so you had to take completely different buses. There was a stressful moment where you thought you’d missed one bus that didn’t have another run for an hour, only for it to show up five minutes late.

You met up with Gemma outside the courthouse. She was wearing one of her pantsuit outfits that highlighted her figure without showing it off, and she’d gone for a slightly higher pair of heels than she usually wore in the office.

“Morning, love,” you said with a grin as you stepped up and slid your arm around her waist, leaning down to give her a peck.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile and a sparkle in her eye. She handed you one of the drinks from the tray she was holding. “I got coffee for us and Eric.”

“That was nice of you,” you said.

“I figured even half a week out of the office is a reason to celebrate,” she smirked. Then she frowned and patted at her cheek. You felt a drop of cool wetness on your neck next, and you both looked up at the thinly overcast sky, then looked at each other and headed into the vestibule area of the courthouse. Two minutes later it was pouring rain.

“I really hope Sabrina has an umbrella,” you said as you looked out the door.

“Let me text her,” Gemma said, and you held the drink tray and quickly texted, then sighed. “She doesn’t.”

“Alright, hold on,” you said, handing Gemma back the drink tray.

“Where are you going?”

“To get her one. And us, if this lasts all day.” You gave Gemma another little kiss and then pushed back out the door and into the rain. You’d seen a convenience store across the street and a little way down from the courthouse, so you jogged there and your hair was dripping wet once you stepped inside, even if your own suit jacket wasn’t completely soaked. The black man behind the counter looked up from his morning paper and snorted a chuckle at the sight of you, then pointed without a word at a wooden box of collapsible umbrellas. You picked one up, decided that red might be a little too eye-catching, swapped it out for a black one, and paid up. Your walk back to the bus stop was a lot drier, and you noticed multiple people giving you some annoyed side eye as they rushed past with newspapers held over their heads and doing a poor job of blocking the rain.

When Sabrina stepped off the next bus, she broke into a big grin and walked right into your arms to kiss you fully. “Thank you, baby,” she said. “But why are you all wet if you had an umbrella?”

“I had to fight off a wild bear,” you said, keeping your face straight. “It was just walking down the sidewalk, attacking people, so I went at it with the umbrella and drove it off. It’s probably somewhere in midtown by now.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I ran to get it so you wouldn’t get soaked,” you admitted.

“God, you’re too good a guy,” Sabrina said with a grin, going up on her toes to kiss you again. “I can’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Me neither,” you grinned at her emphasis on the ‘a’. “It’s a good thing I’ve got two.”

“Very,” she agreed. You walked her up to the courthouse, her arm looped through yours as your far shoulder got a little wetter while you favoured her with the umbrella instead of yourself.

Once you were inside, Sabrina said hello to Gemma with a hug and kisses on their cheeks while you shook out the umbrella and closed it. Not two minutes later Eric came rushing in, completely soaked. He took one look at the dry ladies, and the umbrella in your hand, and sighed. “Come on, man.”

“Sorry,” you said, helping him get his wet suit jacket off. “I should have texted to see when you were getting here. Where did your bus drop you off?”

“I took a Lyft,” Eric groaned. “And it dropped me off around the back of the building so I had to run all the way around to get here.”

“That sucks,” Sabrina said, making a face.

“Here, this should warm you up,” Gemma said, handing him his coffee. That brightened Eric’s mood considerably, and soon you were all waiting for Garrison and whoever else he was bringing. The four of you had decided you definitely needed to arrive early compared to the 9 AM time he’d told you, so you ended up waiting about twenty-five minutes before your boss showed up. He came in like rolling thunder, already with his game face on, and a pair of the Associates trailing behind. All three of them had their own umbrellas and would have been driven to the courthouse from the office via a hired town car.

Garrison nodded to the four of you, then led you all through the security about twenty yards into the lobby. There weren’t any problems, and soon you were beyond the barricade and Garrison rallied you and the Associates up and off to the side.

“Alright,” he said gruffly. “We’re scheduled in Court Six for the week. It’s up on the third floor. Pamela, Francis, you know the drill. John, Gemma, Sabrina, and Eric - under no circumstances are you to speak up or cause any sort of disturbance in the courtroom. You are not here as part of Council, you have no standing in the Court. You are here to observe as a reward for good work. That is all. If you are disruptive in court, I will fire you on the spot. No second chances. No excuses. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you and the other interns all nodded.

“Good,” he grunted. “Then let's go.”

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