Wendy better loose custody of Able or so fucking help me…
Well....let's take a lot into Emy's session with Abel, and see exactly what she's doing to her son, and why he's so concerned with this window...
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What Do You Think?
Summary: Emy talks with Abel
Pairings: Curtis X Eva, Emy X Abel, courtroom
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, a bit about Wendy 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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Posie Rogers Masterlist
“Dad!” Eva shouts at her father as he starts accessing his gear. “Dad, look at me!”
“We’re at work. I’m sheriff Everett,” he only gives her a moment of a glance before he’s back to fidgeting around with his gear. Pissed off and ready to leave.
“Sheriff Everett, you need to take it down a few notches,” He stares down at her a moment, before he starts to stalk away. With one shuffle of her foot, Eva stands in the doorway. “Eva, move.”
“You need a clear mind.”
“Really? Your cousin’s birth control was tampered with, and the only people that had access to those pills were Jax, Posie, Opie, and everyone at that pharmacy. The pharmacy where a former junkie, and the mother of Jax’s son works. Now, I’m not a genius, but what does any of those people besides that vile woman have to gain from this?” Eva stares blankly at Curtis but doesn’t move. “That’s what I thought. Now move. We’re making an arrest. Evaluna Blaze, get out of my fucking way, and do your god damn job.”
“You’re gonna listen to me.”
“No. She took the right to decide from Posie and Jax. Posie and Jax may be happy, but they had every right to wait for their time to decide this. That is your cousin. A girl we have watched grow up. She didn’t deserve this.”
“And she’s not her!” Curtis takes a step back looking at his daughter. “She’s not her grandmother. This is a different scenario. I’m not denying that this is shitty. Wrong in so many ways, but don’t go putting your emotions of a past case on this. It’s different, is all I’m saying. You need to be level headed.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’ve seen the case file. It’s horrific. This isn’t that. Jax hasn’t abused her. They’re in love, and when we arrest this bitch, Iris and Matt will build a case around her to put her away.”
“You have no idea what the MC is capable of.”
“And have you not been keeping up with our informant, huh? They’re crumbling because of Gemma and Clay.”
Curtis takes a deep breath looking at his daughter. Reminding him so much of himself, “And if we can’t put her away?”
“Well, I may need to chop some wood.”
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“What the hell?” the young tech answers, stepping away from the counter when the sheriff’s department comes in.
“Wendy Case?”
“She’s out back smoking,” her brown eyes go in between all the officers. Slowly backing away from the register with her hands raised, “Am I in trouble?”
“What’s going…” the pharmacist stops in his tracks staring at Eva. “On?”
“The sheriff is making an arrest on your employee. Here’s the warrant, I need you two to move aside. I need all video footage you have from the last year. I need the file of Posie Sarah Rogers, and I need to speak with the both of you about interactions between Wendy and Miss Rogers.”
“Ma’am, um uh, Wendy never dealt with her,” the younger girl answers. “She always made an excuse to go smoke.”
“What was Posie picking up?”
“Always birth con…”
“That is a violation. We can not tell you that.”
Eva slaps an evidence bag of pills on the counter, her eyes rolling between the two. “Read the warrant. We have the right to seize all information on Miss Rogers. These were purchased here. Do you know your employee?”
“Officer what’s going on?”
“These pills are useless. They’re sugar pills.”
“I-I-I…no, we don’t do that here,” the pharmacist responds. His head shaking rapidly. “Those are…no, did she not take them correctly?”
“They were tested. Posie said something about a three month supply?”
“We did away with that offer over a year ago,” he looks at his tech, who only shrugs. “What’s going on?”
“These two need to come down to the station. Wendy is under arrest. Get CPS to back off because his father was just granted full temporary custody.”
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Emy watches Abel slowly play with a few toys. Mostly just observing him for a moment. Letting him think, hoping he speaks to her. “Your Posie’s aunt?”
“I am. Her dad is my brother.”
“I’m gonna be a brother,” those bright blue eyes roll up to look at Emy and he gives her a kind smile. “There’s a baby in Posie’s belly. I heard my mama talking about it to that woman.”
“What woman?”
“The one who works at the garage. Mom makes me go there,” his fingers play with the toy a bit longer before he gets up fetching something else. “Oh, was I supposed to ask?”
“You’re fine. Did Posie and your dad tell you she was having a baby?” without looking up from his toys Abel shakes his head no. He blows a puff of air out before knocking each toy down one by one. Completely focused on the toys in front of him.
“How did your mom know she was pregnant?”
“She saw her belly.”
“When?” Abel shakes his head, but looks up at Emy nearly scared. “What’s wrong?”
Leaning over the table towards her, he whispers quietly, “It’s mama’s secret. I’m usually sleeping.”
“Where?”
“The car,” Emy looks over to the window seeing Joshua standing there, before he closes the blinds and pushes Iris back.
“Why are you sleeping in the car?”
“Daddy, he smokes, but Posie doesn’t like him to be away from her, so he smokes outside the window on the stairs.”
“The fire escape?” Abel nods his head, and gets excited when Emy hands him crayons and paper.
“Mama said she’s trying to get daddy to smoking. But when I’m there I don’t hear her voice. I told him to lock the window. We went to daddy’s one day, and Posie’s car wasn’t there.”
“Did she go to the door like you do?” Abel shakes his head and continues drawing. “She uses the fire escape?”
“Yeah. She said that the neighbors dog tried to bite her. But this is a secret.”
“Abel, do you want your mom going through Posie and your dad’s window?”
“No. Can I…is it okay if I call Posie mom?”
“What do you think?”
Abel looks up at Emy and smiles again, before returning to his drawing, “She sings to me at night. And she’s busy but always spends time with me. Her and daddy took me to the zoo and to see the fish, and Papa makes me ice cream with special sprinkles. Kitty, she lets me bake cookies with her and Posie. And Grumpy, he he lets me sit in his lap with Poppy and we watch a movie until he starts snoring. And Lovie she lets me walk the dogs, and I help her clean up. I don’t do that with mama. There’s a lot of kids. Do you have kids too?” Emy gives him a single nod, her finger playing with her rings.
“Daddy, he got Posie a ring. But I can’t say that. It’s a secret, too. Is mama in the bad place because she did bad things?”
“What things did she do that was bad?”
Abel shrugs, finishing up a crude drawing of some bunnies, before picking up a book. “It’s not nice to sit in other people’s window. We were trying to catch up with Posie the other day. Mama said Posie was going too fast and they wouldn’t let her at Posie’s school, but I’ve been there with Posie and dad. It’s pretty.”
“You were trying to catch up to Posie?”
“Yeah, in her car. Posie was going to fast.”
“Abel, our time is up here buddy. You did good. Thank you for being honest.”
“Can I…I wanna meet your kid. Is it Posie’s aunt?”
Picking up the toys she gives him a calm smile, “They’re Posie’s cousins.”
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“Miss Rogers?” the defense attorney sweetly says as she walks up closer to the podium, leaving Emy to glare at her.
“Mrs. Barnes.”
“I apologize Mrs. Barnes. What is your relation, in regards to a Miss Posie Rogers?”
Emy turns to look at her, her green eyes shining at Mrs. England. “You called me by my maiden name, so I assume you already know.”
“For the record, Mrs. Barnes. What is your relation to Miss Rogers?”
“She’s my niece.”
“From your half brother?” Emy grits her teeth looking at the lawyer but nods her head. “How close would you say the two of you are?”
“Miss Rogers was the only child in our families for twelve years. She was…”
“Objection,” Matt speaks out looking up at Judge Stark. “Relevance.”
“Just establishing relation of your client and the witness. The client that is intent on getting full custody of my client’s son.”
Matt stands up, his body facing towards Marilyn England, “Let the record show that Miss Rogers and Mr. Teller aren’t married, and neither were seeking full custody of his child. They’re seeking safety for a four-year-old little boy who’s mother is parading him around during all hours of the day and night so she can spy on Mr. Teller and Miss Rogers, while Miss Case and Mr. Teller’s son is in the car. That speaks not only to her parenting skills, but also the safety of my clients.”
“How did you obtain that evidence? The word of a four-year-old little boy that just found out who his father was? I’m sure he’s confused.”
“Order. Mrs. England, do you have a question for Mrs. Barnes? Or are you and Mr. Murdock going to argue in my courtroom?”
“Your honor, the validity of this evidence…”
“I suggest you look at the evidence presented to you. You called Mrs. Barnes up to the stand,” Judge Stark stares down at the prosecutor. “Mr. Murdock did not call her up. Finish your cross examination.”
Marilyn gives a nod to the judge and is looking back at Emy. “What did your session with Abel tell you?”
“He’s worried about a young lady he views as more of his mother. Asked if he could call her mom. Abel has mentioned on numerous occasions the window in his father’s room, and later found out Ms. Case was standing outside of it.”
“It’s the word of a young boy.”
“Objection,” Matt speaks, as Iris grabs ahold of his thigh. He only grunts once at her grip, and she loosens immediately. “Call in evidence forty-three. A cigarette butt, with Miss Case’s DNA, outside of Mr. Teller’s window. It is not just the word of a young boy, Mrs. England.”
“I’m asking for a recess your honor?”
“What?” Iris blurts out, catching herself immediately.
“I was not made aware of this evidence.”
“Mrs. England, everything was submitted in a proper amount of time. It is not Mr. Murdock’s fault you chose not to review everything. I’ll grant you a recess, but come back prepared.”
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