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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 17
Characters: Jim, Galia
Word count: 1,496
Warnings: Some language
AN: First of all, if you have any and all questions about my stories, CHECK my profiles. For the most part, except on AO3 cause I need to slim down that information, I do answer all questions that I usually get.

Second of all: we have a troll reading my stuff. *snickers* Alas, I do moderate my reviews. Sorry you guys. But I kind of have to because of trolls. So yeah. That's what I do.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! We introduce Galia and find out what is going on! :D

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It had been two weeks since the incident with Uhura had happened. During those two weeks, Jim and Uhura had gotten to meet and know Galia, agreeing that the pretty brunette didn't deserve to be in prison. She was smart and knew how to speak. They highly doubted that she was the murderess that the prosecution was trying to paint her as.

Jim had decided to go talk with her one on one in hopes of actually getting an alibi from her. They had discovered that in her original talk with the police that she had one, but she had refused to tell anyone what it was. This had extended to Archer and McCoy, both men unhappy about it but still willing to work around it for the moment. Archer had give him the go ahead to question her outside of a group meeting, seeing as they had bonded over the fact that he loved her exercise tapes and classes.

“Hey, Jim. What? Not one of the others are coming around?” Galia greeted as she sat at the partitioned table, leaning forward on one elbow.

Jim smiled as he placed his briefcase onto his side of the table, opening it and pulling out papers to make the meeting look good. “Nope, it's just me this time. I really do need to get that alibi, Galia,” he told her. His eyebrows furrowed together as he leant forward, watching the way she looked away guiltily. “My dear, it can not possibly be that bad,” he coaxed, watching her shake her head.

Hazel eyes glanced up at the blond as she bit at a full bottom lip with straight white teeth. “Yeah, well it can be in some ways,” she sighed. She rested her chin on one hand, rubbing at her bottom lip with her fingers.

“How so?” Jim asked, tipping his head to the side as he thought, frowning. He didn't have a good feeling all of a sudden before he was quick to push it down. “Please do not tell me that you were with someone that wasn't your husband. If you were cheating on him, the prosecution could spin it that you killed your husband for not only the money he left you but also because he was going to do something. Say like divorce you and leave you without a damn dime.”

“Our pre-nup very clearly stated that no matter what, I would get alimony as long as I didn't try to go after his businesses should we divorce for whatever reason. Along with that fact, I was and still am able to keep any and all money from the sales of my tapes and classes,” she stated, waving one finger at him with a frown dancing on her lips.

“Well, that's good news. Need to get a copy of that and his will,” Jim said as he wrote down his notes and the information of where they were filed. “So you weren't cheating on him?” he asked, Galia shaking her head with a wrinkled nose.

“He may have been nearly twenty-five years my senior, but I can tell you that he could fuck and fuck good. I was a very happy girl in all aspects of our marriage. This covers sexual, emotional, mental and physical,” she stated. Jim wrinkled his own nose before he chuckled softly. “So I really had no need to actually kill him, nor did I ever want to. I am after all, independently wealthy on my own,” she continued. “Otherwise I wouldn't be here paying your fees.”

“Which I'm thinking is good,” Jim sighed, sitting back in his seat and staring at her. He watched her wiggle and blush under his thoughtful gaze, frowning slightly as the pieces clicked together. “Oh please don't tell me,” he groaned, rubbing at his face. “Really?” he asked, whining as she went bright red.

“I'm not supposed to be going to such a place after all. I'm an exercise guru,” Galia whined, rubbing at her face and slumping in the seat across from him.

“But really? You got lipo? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of super genius with workouts?” Jim asked, Galia shifting in her seat some more.

“And you can't tell anyone!” she hissed, leaning closer to him, her eyes narrowing. “They can't know that I do liposuction, even if it was just the one and only time. Do you have any idea what that kind of information would do to my career, much less my reputation?” she continued, shaking her head with a moan.

“I can only imagine what it would do,” Jim sighed, rubbing at his face and slumping in his seat as he tossed his pen onto his table. “Oh for the love of all that's fashion, I have really no idea what to do now,” he whined as he pouted at her. “I can't tell Archer, much less any of the other of the group about this shit. And you know that it don't you.”

“I don't really want to put you into this position, but yes, I do know,” Galia sighed, rubbing at her face with a sheepish look on it. “I really can't let this get out so, some way, somehow, you need to keep it a secret and get me out of his situation that I'm stuck in. I'm trusting you to do this for me, Jim,” she continued, biting at her bottom lip once more as she sighed softly.

“Okay. I can work this,” Jim promised, nodding his head with a frown dancing over his lips and picking up his pen, writing down the various ideas that were already working around in his head. He was going to have to work hard to keep her secret out. “I can really work this, but I'm going to need to talk with someone about this. Galia, do you think that I can talk with McCoy about this?” he asked.

Galia frowned at him and once more rubbed at her bottom lip before sighing and slumping back against her chair once more. “If it comes down to it, yeah, you can tell him. But not unless you need to. And I really don't want you to tell Archer. He may be my lawyer but I have a good feeling that he'd fuck me over in this regard if I'm not careful all around.”

“Yeah, he's a son of a bitch alright,” Jim snorted. He shook his head and smiled at her before he nodded his head, packing up his briefcase. “Okay, I'm going to go and start reworking this idea, get things worked out and all that good stuff,” he said.

“Hey, can you see if you can't get my online journals, and the vlog videos yeah? That'll help because it has a lot of our family videos on them,” she promised. “And I do suggest that you actually look into his daughter. She...really hates me for whatever reason she has,” Galia said, Jim nodding his head with a thoughtful look.

“I'll talk to you later about what I end up finding out,” he promised, standing up and shaking her hand. With all that she had told him to look into, he walked out of the jail and pulled out his phone as he walked through the parking lot. He texted Sulu about gathering all of the videos that he could find on her computer and her video accounts, before he sent a text to Chekov to gather all entries on her online journals. Or at least to write a motion to gather them.

Stepping up to his jeep, Jim took a deep breath and smiled to himself before he looked at his phone, finding McCoy's contact information. “Hey there. First of all, do you have time for a long lunch?” He asked when the other man answered his phone. McCoy chuckled lowly over the line, making him smile.

“I do but why do you want it?” McCoy asked him, making Jim smile as he shifted his briefcase in his hands, digging around in his pockets for his keys.

“Well, I have a few ideas that I would love to discuss in detail with you about how to get our client off and prove her innocence,” Jim drawled, smiling even brighter as he got a curious noise from the other man. “But what I want first is food when I get into town. So how about you meet me at that one Mexican place and we can get lunch together.”

“That sounds like a plan to me. Let's do that then,” McCoy chuckled, the two hanging up as Jim got into his Jeep and turned it on. He pulled out of his parking spot and headed back to town. Things were looking up for him and it was making him very happy with how it was all going.
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