Sammy Bryant/ Attorney x reader
Okay!! Here we are!! I don't have a beta reader, but I did skim over it when I was finished with it, so I think I caught everything. I hope you guys like it!!! I hope you guys can understand the way I set it up, and that the dialog flows easily! Its my first story in a loonngggg time. Any and all feedback is much appreciated!!
Reader is described as female.
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“Dude. I just looked over the docket this week. Good fucking luck, Sammy. You’d better hope your case is bullet-proof.” Nate groaned, his hand running down his face.
“What-? Why? First off, all cases should be bullet-proof. Secondly, what the hell is so wrong?”
“Sam. Sammy-man. Samster. You’ve got Shark.”
“Oh… fuck man!” Sammy let his head fall forward, a dull thud sound coming from the impact of it hitting the desk.
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‘Shark’ was not your self appointed name. It started from one of your earlier cases. You had found the tiniest skewed detail in a case, and latched onto it. Completely obliterated the Detective’s case. You overheard a more veteran Officer talking to a Rookie one time, before court.
“Don’t guess.” The older man spoke, “Don’t exaggerate. If you don’t know, say you don’t know.”
“Is she really that bad…?” The younger man responded.
“No.” He sighed, pausing for a moment. “She’s worse, kid.”
Once you latched onto something, no matter how small the detail is, you wouldn’t let it go.
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Sammy took the stand. You stood just in front of your table.
“Detective Bryant.” You nodded in a stiff greeting.
“Counselor.”
“You stated under oath that you never lost sight of my client.”
“I did.” He responded confidently.
You didn’t move from the counsel table, “You never lost sight of him.”
“No.”
You flip one page. “Page fourteen of your incident report.”
The prosecutor's expression tightened.
“You wrote…” You read without emotion, “Suspect disappeared from view for approximately eight to ten seconds while rounding the southeast corner of the building.”
Silence. You looked up. “Did I read that incorrectly, Detective Bryant?”
“No.”
“So which statement is true?”
It felt like the courtroom held its breath.
“The report is.” His voice sounded tight.
“So your testimony was inaccurate.”
He hesitated, “...Yes.”
“No, Detective.” You took a step forward. “Your testimony wasn’t inaccurate.” Another step. “It was false.”
“Objection-!”
“Sustained. Rephrase.” The judge spoke flatly.
You didn’t even glance towards the judge. “You understood you were under oath today.”
“Yes.”
“You understood that your testimony could influence whether my client spends decades in prison.”
“Yes.” He responds again.
“And despite that.” You placed the report on the rail. “You told this jury that you never lost sight of him.”
Sammy exhales slowly, “I misspoke.”
“You misspoke.” You spoke quietly, almost making it sound worse. “You’ve been a detective for how long, Bryant?”
“Eight years.”
“Within those eight years, how many times have you testified?”
“Dozens.”
“So would you say you’re an experienced witness?”
“Yes. I would say so.”
“You know the difference between ‘I don’t remember’ and ‘I'm certain’.”
“Yes.”
“You chose ‘certain’.”
“...Yes.”
You nodded once, “No further questions, your honor.”
The silence that followed is almost painful. As Sammy steps down from the witness stand, they pass without speaking.
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Outside the courthouse, twenty minutes later.
Sammy is digging through his pockets in an attempt to find his keys when he hears someone clear their throat behind him. He turns to face them.
“I… accidentally bought two coffees. You want this one…?” You extended it to him. It was fresh, strong, and plain black coffee. Just like he liked it.
He took it, despite himself. “Thanks.” He grumbles.
It was an almost awkward goodbye, you muttered a small “Yeah, ‘course…” and walked away.
Back in the shop- Nate was staring at him, absolutely dumbfounded.
“Fucking what now Nate?? I just got fucking eviserated in court. I do not have the time, nor patience for your bullshit.”
“Shark likes you!!” Nate was grinning from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas.
“Are you stupid.” Sammy responds flatly, a statement and not a question.
“No, dipshit. You are. You say she just ‘accidentally’ ordered two coffees? Bullshit. No one accidentally orders two coffees.”
“Oh my fu-” Sammy groans, “Shit happens man. Its free coffee.” He stopped and took a sip, “And it’s good. Win win.”
“No. No, you’re still a dipshit. Lemme ask you something. What kind of coffee did she have?”\
“Fuck if I know. She just tore me a new one in front of everyone. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to her.”
“Let me tell you. She had, what I'm guessing was, a thirty-two ounce cup. It had ice in it. With whip cream. And it was lighter colored. And what did she give you? A regular cup, because your drink is hot. So. Tell me. If she ‘accidentally’ ordered two coffees, why isn't it that the drink she handed you, matching hers?"
Ahhhhh!!!! There we are! I hope you liked it!!!
