Good For A Storm
Part 6
By Missy



SERIES: Good For a Storm
PARTS: Six of eight
RATING: R (Character death and gruesome description thereof, possible language, mature themes, heavy angst, possible sexual content)
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CATEGORY: L&L; Drama
PAIRING: L/L
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SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne must deal with the ramifications of the decision she made in "These Kisses"
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Laverne carefully straightened the seams on her new suit. A glance into the mirror told her that she looked just right.

Like a woman grieving her innocence.

She stood back and studied herself, seeking the comfort of knowing she was right; that her appearance was more than acceptable. Crossing her fingers for luck, Laverne emerged from the bedroom and slipped downstairs.

Lenny stood in the living room, his eyes a bright blue emphasized by his dark suit. She had dressed him for once, afraid of what he might come up with on his own. When she reached the foot of the stairs, he gave her a chaste kiss upon her forehead.

"Do ya need anythin'?" Lenny wondered.

Laverne shook her head. "Nah, I'm gonna be Okay. Where're Carmine and Squiggy?"

"Carmine went to see Shirley." Lenny announced. Laverne made a face at the idea, but said nothing else. "He said he'd be there before the trial started."

"Where's Squig, then?"

"Talkin' to the media in front of the house."

"Len!" Laverne was filled with fear at the notion of Squiggy somehow damaging her case.

Lenny smiled tremulously. "He's makin' 'em pay attention to him, 'stead of us. Vernie, don't be afraid."

"Can't help it." She admitted.

"I'll drive ya to the courthouse."

"In the ice cream truck?"

"We don't got another choice." He pointed out.

Laverne sighed, grasping her good purse, the one with the snake's head, under her arm as they left the apartment.

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The ride down the courthouse had been uneventful and quiet. They parked nearby, but the walk up the marble steps were still dogged by hostile, shouting, flashbulb-popping reporters. Laverne only kept her balance by leaning heavily on Lenny.

Police interfered as they entered the cavernous building. As the rabble behind them grew dim, Laverne was first struck by how old the building was, then by how many stairs they needed to climb to reach the top.

Her knees shook. "I ain't gonna make it."

"Nah, come on..." Lenny had her by the hand, and somehow, together, they made it into the courtroom.

The room itself was far brighter; polished brass scales of justice, and a marble floor, with dark wood seating. Shirley and Carmine sat together on her side of the courtroom, canoodling happily. She gave them a wan smile before Lenny gently helped her into place beside the lawyer.

He - Bruce Davidson, the DA- was a short, dark hared, balding man, with a paunch that rolled over the top of his belt and an ill-fitting toupee. Laverne stared at the mustard stain on his tie as he proudly explained the case he had made to her.

Her attention span was shattered a side door opened. Through the darkness and into the light walked her tormentors. Silently, she regarded each face, each bland expression. They seemed almost drugged, their eyes dull, not one meeting her even stare.

"They look like they're bein' led to a hangin'." Laverne remarked.

Lenny snorted. "Ya want me to?"

"That counts as a terroristic threat, Mister Kosnowski. Stay quiet."

Lenny glared at Bruce Davidson, but said nothing.

The door to the judge's chamber swung wide open. A portly balif, wearing a bored expression, strolled to the front of the room.

"All rise!" He bellowed.





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