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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 15
Characters: McCoy, Jim, Urhura, Chekov, Sulu
Word count: 1615
Warnings: nothing really
AN: Ah, so we come to part 15 and into the meat of the story. Don't worry, more fluff and building of relationships shall happen.

I promise.

Enjoy!

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Jim groaned as he flopped back onto the office floor, dropping his cell phone onto his chest, pulling his headset from his ear to drop it down next to his phone. “I hate making all of these fucking calls that get us no where,” he moaned, Leonard chuckling softly as he shook his head in amusement.

“You'll end up getting used to them and then when you have your own people who work for you, you'll push it off to them,” he drawled, getting another groan. Chekov snickered from his own place on the floor where he was surrounded by files, papers, and notes, along with his laptop. His fingers occasionally tapped at the keyboard as he went through the information that he had found on Richard and Galia Barnett.

“It is not so bad, my friend,” Chekov stated as he sent another page of information to the printer that sat near him, along with a box of ink cartridges and several packages of paper. “At the very least you do not have to stare at papers and a screen for most of your day.”

“You stare at a computer screen most days anyways,” Sulu drawled from his spot at the meeting table. He was working on filling out the needed paperwork in his neat handwriting, his long list of needed motions sitting near his elbow.

“I can not help it if I find that most of my needed classroom information can be found in an e-book now days,” Chekov huffed at him, sticking his tongue out and making Jim groan.

“Will you two just kiss already?” Jim moaned, getting a blush from his younger friend as his boyfriend muttered something about being unprofessional. “So far I've talked to his ex-wife; who is at a spa currently, getting her face done; his maid service, and at least four of his eight business partners,” he stated, sitting up again and making sure that the audio files of the calls had been saved correctly so that he could later convert them into a typed out file for later.

“Well, sounds like you got a good chunk of the people off of the list so far,” McCoy said as he hunted through his own pages of paperwork before sighing and looking over at Chekov. “Do you have the prosecutions files over there?” he asked.

“Yes, I do believe that I do,” Chekov hummed, digging through the papers and finding the file that McCoy was after, using Jim as a bridge to get it to him. Sitting back with the file in his hand, the lawyer frowned as he started to flip through the pages, pulling his legal pad over to him to start making notes. He knew that they would eventually need to fill out paperwork for something or another and wanted the notes to make that process easier.

“I really hate it when they think that they can get away with not presenting things to us,” McCoy grumbled, Jim sitting up on his knees and shuffling over to him, reading over what the man had found. “Sulu, I need you to write out a complaint about the prosecution not handing over everything. Maybe we can get it tossed out because they didn't tell us about Mrs. Barnett's first interview transcripts.”

“They didn't send that?” Sulu asked, looking up from where he was writing, staring at McCoy with wide eyes. “Well fuck,” he breathed, grabbing his legal pad and writing down everything that he needed to know, asking the lawyer certain questions. He was going to make sure that his complaint was filled out as fully as he could, Chekov making sure that they really didn't have said transcript in the piles of papers running around.

“They really are trying very hard to keep certain things quiet aren't they?” Jim asked, shaking his head with an amused smile dancing on his lips. “I have to wonder why,” he breathed.

“Because the prosecution knows that their case relies on the testimony of two people and very little evidence,” Uhura stated from where she was sitting behind her computer. She was typing up a few different opening statements that Archer had made notes for.

Jim rolled his eyes at her but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, unfortunately for them, this is very true,” he sighed, shaking his head with a frown on his lips.

“And why am I the one that's stuck typing up his damn opening arguments? I'm much better used calling people and asking them questions,” Uhura growled as she flipped through the cards and finding the one she wanted. Her typing took on a distinct sharpness as she continued typing up the opening statements.

McCoy looked up and stared at her for a few long minutes. “Because there are those who aren't going to speak with a woman who doesn't know how to inflect warmth and understanding into her voice at the drop of a dime,” he stated. He jabbed his pen at her. “I told you this. Archer has told you this. Kirk here can fake it easily enough and read the situations just fine. So until you get through those last lessons of yours and prove that you can do what you need to do, don't bitch about your job.”

Uhura growled before snorting at him. “Like the little blond jerk can be that much better at bullshitting,” she muttered, Jim going stiff in his spot and sending her a glare over his shoulder.

“Is it time for lunch?” he asked, watching her carefully as McCoy checked his watch and nodded his head in answer. “Wonderful. That means we're off the clock for the next hour and a half. This also means that I can say this. I am seriously sick and tired of your shit, Uhura. I don't really care what you think you may know about me, or what you've heard about me. I really don't. Yeah, I started out here at Harvard as a way to prove that Spock was wrong but it's more than that now.”

Standing up, his piece said, Jim stretched his arms carefully as Uhura sneered at him. “I know enough about you, Kirk,” she snorted.

“You know whatever you want to know and not a thing more. As long as it fits into your limited world view about me, that's all you really care about,” Jim stated. He shook his head before he shoved a bit of his hair back out of his face, turning to stare at her. His normally blue eyes had chilled and his lips were pulled into a thin line. “I am just me and I'm loving the process in which to become a lawyer. It challenges me and that's something that I happen to like. A lot. So you can keep your low uneducated opinions and thoughts about me to yourself. Get past whatever stick was shoved up your ass and do your damn work.” Turning around, he grabbed his wallet from his bag and shoved it into his pants before pulling on his suit jacket. “Let's just try and keep this shit professional, yeah?”

With those words tossed over his shoulder, he stalked out of the office, McCoy sighing and putting away what he needed to as Chekov and Sulu wrote out their lunch orders, handing them over. He told Uhura to order her own damn food as he took their money to pay too. Following after Jim, he found the younger man already at the store and buying a six pack of bottled soda to take back with them. The store was near the deli that they often bought their food at .

“How are you holdin' up?” McCoy asked as he came up beside Jim. He grabbed two more six packs of the sodas, and a couple of small bottles of energy drinks for later when they started to run on nothing but fumes.

“Pissed off and wishing that I could get away with having a bottle of beer right now,” Jim admitted as they walked up to the front. They paused occasionally to grab some smaller snack items for as the night wore on. “I'm just so fucking tired of her shit, I really am,” he sighed as he placed the food and drinks down onto the counter.

McCoy nodded his head and waved Jim away when he went to pull out his wallet. “Pay for my lunch and we'll call it good,” he said when he got a look, pulling his card out and swiping it to pay for everything. The two men grabbed their bags and headed towards the deli, the elder male frowning heavily to himself. From what I've heard about her though, Uhura is a smart woman, and kind for the most part. But it seems, in regards to you, I just have no idea why she acts the way she does.”

“It could be because I dated her ex and followed after him to join Harvard. And can't forget that I'm also showing him up in classes?” Jim suggested, his eyes taking on their normal light. McCoy snickered as he bumped shoulders with his friend. “It is possible you know.”

“Oh, that I do know, ya punk,” McCoy snorted, drawing out a bright laugh from Jim, making him shake his head and smile. “Come on. I hear our lunch calling to us,” he chuckled, drawing him into the deli, enjoying the slowly brightening eyes and sweet laughter now that Jim was relaxing once more.

He had to admit to himself that he might be in trouble.
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