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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 23
Characters: Jim, McCoy, Carol
Word count: 1,845
Warnings: Language
AN: Okay, so last week I was SUPPOSED to head up to Chandler with my friend for a rather important appointment to see if a new treatment will help her.

The thing is, it was a clusterfuck from start to a very short finish. Let's just say that the ride never got set up because some twit didn't pass on the damn note.

So I ended up coming home and sleeping all day because, hey, 4 AM wake up is not happy making. Especially when you sit in the growing heat (seriously by the time I got home around 10:30, it was up close to 97F). I needed the sleep.

I have to do it all over again this Wednesday and then on the 12^th for the replacement appointment. *sighs* Really, REALLY not happy but needs to be done.

I'm getting Arby's or Panera's for this shit though.

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“You look really worn out, sweetness.” Carol watched as Jim dropped into the seat across from her and handed her his hand. Taking it, she checked on his nails and nodded when she saw that it was just a basic pedicure instead of a full on pedicure. “But your nails are still looking very good,” she hummed. The words drew a laugh from him.

“Yeah, I make sure to keep my nails in good condition. Even when I'm clawing at someone's back,” he said, his voice rich with laughter. McCoy sat down next to him, rolling his eyes and holding a book in one hand, clad in jeans and sweater.

“Don't I know it,” he snorted. Their banter got a giggle from Carol as she sat about removing any lingering nail nourisher with the proper cleaner. “Now tell me, how is business treating you?” he asked the young woman who smiled and pushed a bit of blonde hair out of her face.

“It's actually treating me good. And I did finally talk to that really nice delivery guy actually,” she admitted, blushing. “He broke a nail while delivering a package, and asked me if he could borrow an emery board. I ended up doing his nails for him since he was on a short break anyways. We ended up talking...” she trailed.

“And then what happened? Did stud man ask you out or not?” Jim prompted, smiling at the sweet smile of happiness dancing on her lips.

“He did ask me out. We went out yesterday to the fair, and he wouldn't let me pay for a damn thing. He even won me a few of those huge stuffed critters just because he knew that I liked them,” she admitted. Jim and McCoy smiled brightly at her.

“Well, it sounds as if things are finally going good for you then, Carol. Better than that ex that you told us about,” Jim said. McCoy nodded as he opened his book to his last page. “And before you ask, things are going pretty good for me. I'm passing my classes with flying colors and the case is heading in the right direction. We were able to get one of the main witnesses out of the running, but we haven't found the chink in the other's alibi yet,” he said, resting his chin on one hand.

“Oh I have no doubt that you'll get that win,” Carol said as she pulled out her emery board so that she could smooth and shape his nails. “You're brilliant and your mind is as bendy as a piece of soft leather.” Smoothing one nail, she looked up and smiled at the smile that he was giving her. “I know that you'll figure it out.” With that, she looked at the nail once more before moving onto the next nail with a hum.

“There's just something about her testimony that doesn't ring true to me, but fuck if I can actually put my thumb on it,” Jim sighed. He watched Carol work before his eyes turned towards someone who was getting their hair trimmed and prepared for color by the looks of the jars next to them. Blue eyes watched the way the hair dresser worked with easy, knowing movements, wielding the scissors and comb with deft hands. She was creating a masterpiece of hair with the ease that Jim had shown ripping the cabana boy's testimony apart.

He continued to watch as she started to work on coloring the hair, taking a good size chunk of the hair and holding it out of the way with a clip. She then took some loose hair and some aluminum foil, painting the hair with a brush. He frowned to himself as he thought of Amanda Barnett's testimony, looking to McCoy as Carol glanced up, feeling him already thinking hard.

“Hey, do we have those transcripts for the daughter's interview on us?” he asked. McCoy nodded his head and reached down to pull out his tablet, having stuck all of the information on it under several level of passwords. Watching him open the file easily, Jim went back to watching the hairdresser as she worked each piece of hair, painting it with the dye before putting the aluminum foil on it.

“She's not actually dying her hair, if that's what you're thinking,” Carol drawled, noticing where he was looking. “She's bleaching her hair, if you want. Lightening it enough so that it'll take blond coloring or one of the lighter colors,” she continued.

“You know how to do hair but you still do nails?” McCoy asked as he handed the tablet to Jim, getting a smirk from her.

“It's all a part of beauty school, handsome,” Carol chuckled softly. She shrugged one shoulder and smiled at him. “I had to learn all sorts of things but I really found my true calling in nails and all those lovely designs that I had to go to classes to learn. It was actually worth the few thousand dollars, really,” she drawled. “Now, I see that brain working hard there, Jim. What is going on in that head of yours?” she asked.

“It's just something that this one witness said in her testimony. I got the other witness off of the witness list by proving that he was committing perjury willingly. But how to get this one off of the list is the question. I'm lucky that we have a couple of days to rest and go over this shit,” Jim sighed. He started to read over the interview that had happened between the police and Amanda Barnett.

“Damn. It looks as if someone got wet after their perm there,” Carol said, wincing heavily as a woman walked in, her hair equal parts frizz and straight hair. She looked as if she had been touching a light socket before trying to straighten the resulting hair. “That is what happens when you don't give your perm, at the very least, twenty-four hours to set after getting it.”

Looking up from the tablet, Jim stared at the woman with wide eyes before he looked up to McCoy, balancing the tablet on his knee. “Didn't she say that she had gotten a perm the same day of the murder?” he hissed, McCoy raising an eyebrow before nodding his head with a frown. “Yeah, that's what I thought she had said. She also said that she took a shower that day too.”

“Nah uh. Not if she still has a perm on her head, she didn't. And if that's what she's telling you, she's lying through her teeth,” Carol snorted as she finished with shaping and smoothing, grabbing the nourishing polish, holding it up and shaking the bottle at him. “Do you want the clear again or do you want some soft coloring?” she asked.

“Some light peach coloring will be nice this time actually. I liked the shade the last time that you used it,” Jim stated, smirking as his mind whirled with possibilities. “So, tell me, when a perm gets wet, it does what exactly?”

“It’s the water. It washes away the chemicals that are used to create the curls, is what happens,” Carol snorted, smirking at her friends. She was suddenly glad that she knew what she knew. “When a person gets their hair permed, it's best if it's not dyed and is healthy enough to withstand the chemicals. Why is because they break down the links that keep your hair the way it is. The one doing your perm then winds and pins your hair up, sticks a bit more chemical on your head, sticks you in a hair cap, and puts you under a heating unit,” she said. She nodded to where there was a line of large bowl topped hair dryers against one wall, making Jim think of a Sixties hair salon.

“I thought that those things went out of style,” McCoy drawled, making Carol laugh as she painted the nail serum onto Jim's nails.

“Oh, God no, honey. They're real popular and easy on the hair. Anyway, once it's all set in, the hairdresser pulls you out and sprays your hair some more, but this time with a neutralizer. They then remove it from the rolls and pins,” Carol continued, smirking at them. “They very gently picks out the curls so that they sit properly and you're to stay away from water or wetness for, at the bare minimum, twenty-four hours while the chemicals finish setting the perm. After that, you just have to be very careful with your perm. Most will tell you to use specialized shampoos and conditioners, but it's that time period that is important.”

Jim nodded thoughtfully, returning to the interview, a slow smirk spreading over his lips as he got very excited about what he had just learned. “Carol, I'm about to worship the ground that you walk on. And when I get Galia off, you are going to get such a lovely bonus from me. I'll even bring her to have her nails done up properly. You just gave me the lynchpin that I needed for her case,” he said, beaming at his companions. “She lied, and we just have to trip her up enough to prove that fact.”

“I really do love your mind some days,” McCoy drawled, smirking at the other man.

Jim pouted and leant towards him as he batted his eyes. “Aw, only some days?” he cooed, getting a roll of eyes from his lover. “But I do think that Galia will agree to paying Carol here as a consultant on our payroll for this information. What do you think? Ten dollars an hour is about right for the normal consultant fee right?” he asked.

Carol stared at him, blinking in surprise as the brush in her fingers dripped on her counter. “Consultant fee?” she squeaked out, getting a low chuckle from McCoy. He reached over and took the tablet, opening his e-mail app to send one to Sulu and Chekov, who had both pretty much set up house in their reserved conference room in the library.

“I really do suggest that you pull out some nice clothes. Just in case we do have to call you to the stand,” McCoy drawled as he tapped out the information to get her put onto the payroll officially. “We will need your information and all that you can think about hair care.”

“Well, alright. If I'm not called to testify, do I still get paid for my time?” she asked, looking between the two men before noticing that her brush had dripped. She used a wet wipe to clean up the serum.

“Oh but of course you do. Because this will just blow the case out of the water,” Jim chuckled. He smiled broadly, his eyes dancing. “You are a wonder of wonders.” Carol blushed and returned her attention to Jim's nails.
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