Fiction: 155
Title: The Napoleon of Crime
Author: duh_i_read
Rating: R
Word Count:488
Fandom: Dollhouse
Prompt: 155 (Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats)
Characters: Whiskey, Adelle Dewitt
A/N: Pre-series and possibly AU. No spoilers for season 2.
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“Your not my lawyer.”
“No, Ms. Alistair, I am not. My name is Adelle Dewitt. I’m here to make you an offer.”
“Really?” Cynthia sat down and watched the guards leave, the cuffs around her wrists scraping against the table as she leaned forward. “And why would you want to do that?”
"You need my offer. I’ve seen your case file.” The elegant women takes out a thick file out of her briefcase. “You have quite the interesting list of charges for someone so young. Smuggling, drug dealing, organized crime, bribery, extortion and several counts of murder.”
“There is no solid proof connecting me to any of those crimes.”
Ms. Dewitt continues to skim the file. “Accept the eyewitness account of your former associates.”
“Thugs, killers and addicts, ever single one. All the credible witnesses back up my story. I bet your cute little file says that too.” Her lawyer, a sharp, handsome and morally corrupt man had hammered that point home.
“Yes, your air tight alibis. An array of restaurants, bars, philanthropic events and, of course, the infamous veterinary hospital. I have to admire the brilliance of such a move, even if it backfired.”
“It wasn’t a move. I had that cat since I was in undergrad.” She loved Quaxo, more then most people she knew.
“There is no need to convince me. I don't care one way or another, if you killed those men then proceeded to payed off half the city to cover your tracks.”
“Now you sound like my lawyer, who you forgot to call when you set up this meeting.”
"The fact remains, you did all that preparation, and were still caught and sentenced to--,” Ms. Dewitt flipped through her file, knowing very well her sentence, “seventy-five to life.”
“Now,” Ms. Dewitt said, “about my offer.” She takes another thinner file out of her briefcase and slides it across the table. “It is within my power to shorten your sentence to five years, after which you will be relocated with a tidy sum and a new identity.”
Screw her lawyer, he didn't even try to get her a deal this good. “I'll do it. But what's the catch? Science experiments or something?”
Quaxo had a look about him, whenever she'd leave the table and return to find dainty bites of salmon missing from her plate. She would find him rooms away, curled up on a chair, pausing his bath to stare at her. He learned her trick, it's the same look she gave the police when she told them she was at a charity dinner from seven until one, ask the director, she'll confirm it.
This is the look Ms. Adelle Dewitt has now. “Are you familiar Ms. Alistair, with the Dollhouse?”
Author: duh_i_read
Rating: R
Word Count:488
Fandom: Dollhouse
Prompt: 155 (Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats)
Characters: Whiskey, Adelle Dewitt
A/N: Pre-series and possibly AU. No spoilers for season 2.
_________
“Your not my lawyer.”
“No, Ms. Alistair, I am not. My name is Adelle Dewitt. I’m here to make you an offer.”
“Really?” Cynthia sat down and watched the guards leave, the cuffs around her wrists scraping against the table as she leaned forward. “And why would you want to do that?”
"You need my offer. I’ve seen your case file.” The elegant women takes out a thick file out of her briefcase. “You have quite the interesting list of charges for someone so young. Smuggling, drug dealing, organized crime, bribery, extortion and several counts of murder.”
“There is no solid proof connecting me to any of those crimes.”
Ms. Dewitt continues to skim the file. “Accept the eyewitness account of your former associates.”
“Thugs, killers and addicts, ever single one. All the credible witnesses back up my story. I bet your cute little file says that too.” Her lawyer, a sharp, handsome and morally corrupt man had hammered that point home.
“Yes, your air tight alibis. An array of restaurants, bars, philanthropic events and, of course, the infamous veterinary hospital. I have to admire the brilliance of such a move, even if it backfired.”
“It wasn’t a move. I had that cat since I was in undergrad.” She loved Quaxo, more then most people she knew.
“There is no need to convince me. I don't care one way or another, if you killed those men then proceeded to payed off half the city to cover your tracks.”
“Now you sound like my lawyer, who you forgot to call when you set up this meeting.”
"The fact remains, you did all that preparation, and were still caught and sentenced to--,” Ms. Dewitt flipped through her file, knowing very well her sentence, “seventy-five to life.”
“Now,” Ms. Dewitt said, “about my offer.” She takes another thinner file out of her briefcase and slides it across the table. “It is within my power to shorten your sentence to five years, after which you will be relocated with a tidy sum and a new identity.”
Screw her lawyer, he didn't even try to get her a deal this good. “I'll do it. But what's the catch? Science experiments or something?”
Quaxo had a look about him, whenever she'd leave the table and return to find dainty bites of salmon missing from her plate. She would find him rooms away, curled up on a chair, pausing his bath to stare at her. He learned her trick, it's the same look she gave the police when she told them she was at a charity dinner from seven until one, ask the director, she'll confirm it.
This is the look Ms. Adelle Dewitt has now. “Are you familiar Ms. Alistair, with the Dollhouse?”