"Case number 5929. The People verses Vincent
Lonovich. Charges are accessory to murder." Gwen stood as the charges were being read.
"How does the defendant plead?" The female judge asked.
"Not guilty." Vincent Lonovich said. He was dressed in a fancy gray Armani suit. His dark hair was
slicked back, and a small scar was barely noticeable above his eye.
"Your Honor, the people request that bail be denied. The defendant has had a history of leaving the country
and is a possible flight risk." Gwen asked the judge.
"Your Honor, the people are being frivolous. Mr. Lonovich is an upstanding member of the community."
Lonovich’s lawyer, Spencer Osmond, argue.
"I’ll decide what is frivolous. Mr. Lonovich’s passport is to be confiscated, and bail is set at one million
dollars. Trial starts in two weeks counselors." The judge wrapped her gravel, and Gwen picked up her papers.
Lonovich was escorted by two uniformed bailiffs out of the courtroom, as Spencer Osmond stopped Gwen.
"Are you really serious about trying my client on the evidence you have?" He asked Gwen.
"Yes." Gwen shortly replied.
"Good luck." He snickered.
"Thank you, but luck won’t be needed." Gwen continued to walk away from the man and began exiting the
"Oh, I would say that." Osmond cryptically replied and left her.
"Some people." Gwen huffed, and began walking toward the District Attorney’s office.
"Adriana? I’m back." Gwen stated as she entered her bosses office. Files and depositions were piled
on her desk.
"Gwen? How’d it go?" Adriana asked, sitting up in her seat.
"Fine. Bail’s at a million." Gwen nonchalantly replied.
"Well, that’ll do. Listen, I’m piled up here as you can see, so I need you to do something for me."
"Shot." Gwen said, seating herself.
"I need you to arrange and hold a deposition for Wagner. Just because we have him in maximum security doesn’t
mean something couldn’t happen. I want to be prepared. Try and arrange it as soon as possible."
"Okay, I think I can manage that." Gwen remarked.
"Keith’ll help you, and if you explain our situation to the judge, she might push it forward." Adriana
supplied before grabbing a file off her desk.
"Okay. I’ll talk to Keith then call the judge. You need anything else?" Gwen asked, standing.
"Nope, that’ll do it. Good luck with the depo, and watch out for Lonovich’s lawyer, he’s a snake."
Adriana warned with a chuckle.
"Thanks for the advice." Gwen smiled, leaving Adriana’s office and entering her own. She sat down at
her less cluttered desk, and began flipping through her roll-a-dex, looking for the number of one of the many
people she had to call.
Gwen entered the condo and set her brief case down in the hall. She took her coat off quickly and placed it,
along with the brief case in the closet. ‘One more day ‘til the weekend.’ She thought. Of course she’d probably
work on Saturday, but that wouldn’t be like the rest of the week. Saturday was more of a prep day. She didn’t
have to dress up, and office hours were less.
She sighed heavily and walked into the dimly lighted living room. Hank smiled from the leather chair after looking
up from his magazine.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." She replied, coming over by him. She slumped down to the floor in between Hank’s legs and focused
on the television. Instinctively, Hank’s hands wrapped around her tense shoulders and gave her a massage. "Oh
Hank." Gwen moaned.
"You seemed tense." Hank replied.
"I was." Gwen purred.
"Just busy. I had an arraignment this morning, and had to face this real pushy lawyer who thinks he’s all
"I’m sure you handled him just fine." Hank quietly said, rubbing the base of her neck.
"Yes. And then, then I had to arrange a deposition. And the office is positively swamped because of a new
bunch of cases handed down from Washington." Gwen moaned as his hands traveled down her back. He found
the edge of her shirt and began to pull it up. Gwen jumped up from her sitting position and walked over to the
couch. She shed her shirt before laying down. Hank followed her over, and, straddling her, massaged her back.
"Better?" He whispered.
"Oh much. Did they teach you that in the FBI?" She asked.
"No, I learned it in Venice. I was a masseuse for a while over there." Hank answered.
"I can see you were really good at your job. I’m sure you are good at any job you do." Gwen purred.
Hank continued to massage her as his mind began to think to some of the horrible jobs he had done.
"Hank?" Gwen asked, her voice held a nervous sound to it.
"What?" Hank replied, coming back to present time.
"Where were you?" Gwen twisted to roll over. Hank placed his weight on his knees and allowed her to
roll over. She sat up and looked him in the eye.
"Just thinking." Hank smiled. He closed the distance between them, and led her into a slow, steamy