Disclaimer: I don't own Glee y'all. Nor do I own anything from Law and Order...just borrowing a character to take over the case. ;)

Author's Note: Well y'all this story is quickly coming to a close. I predict within in one to two more chapters after this. Unless I get a stroke of brilliance and decide to add on..which who is to say it won't happen?

XxMya09xX: Look at least I got your name right this time. =) I was going to add that in the last chapter but I forgot, okay if it doesn't make it in this chapter I'll just tell you right now lol. He kissed her knowing, or well thinking, that her and Brittany were together. Thank you for the review though.

FaberryOTP: Thank you for your review, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

writingislove: Well, I gotta say I'm glad you think so. =) Thank you very much for your review.

MsChloeMa: It's a good thing I can't scare ya away. lol I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. I understand what it is like to get caught up in stories, I don't expect you to review every chapter. Thank you for your review.

grangergirl22: And you are so awesome in so many ways, for reviewing. =) Thank you.

Irishgrl33: Glad you think so, thank you for the review.

momo0424: Thank you. =) Yes, Santana is a very persistent individual, but can you blame her? She likes to keep bitches in check. I highly dislike Finn, I think it comes out in every story I write honestly lol. But, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapters. Thank you very much for your reviews.

riverkirby: Okay just reading through that review, I feel like I can just see you bouncing in your chair. lol But, thank you very much for your review. I know that Finn has brown eyes, but I was dealing with two characters already with brown eyes. It would've been a bitch to be like oh well 'Finn's brown eyes met Rachel's chocolate gaze. Or Santana's fiery gaze met the brown orbs of Rachel, turning her gaze on the brown eyed boy.' Ya know? So I took liberties and made him have green.

LuvReg: I know your review was for Chapter 1, but I figured I'd add you in here anyway. Thank you very much for your review, hope the story still interest you.

Jess733: Well, I'm glad it was written well enough to get the emotion across. I do agree that Finn is an ass, I highly dislike him. Every time I see him on the show I'm like 'Where the hell is a bus? Someone mow down the horrible excuse for a character.' or 'Nice car, hit him...hit him...hit him! Damnit, you let him get away...bastards.' Yeah I figured I'd stay true to Rachel Berry for the show, she has a big heart and gives almost everyone a second chance. Thank you for your review. =)

Cassico: I was wondering if I'd see you on here. lol Thank you for reading and reviewing. =) I'm glad you liked the girls and their relationships. Finn isn't just an idiot, I'm pulling a page from one Sue Sylvester, he is a sloppy baby! I do enjoy protective Santana...lol

Now, onwards to the story!

Leroy's Garage Chapter 6

Moving on to Monday, the date of the trial.

"You can do this Rachel." Quinn murmurs, raising her hand to gently squeeze the brunettes shoulder. "I know it is going to be hard to see them again face to face, but I want you to just squeeze Brittany's hand if it becomes to much and she'll get you out of there."

Rachel gives a small nod, a violet long sleeved button down shirt is tucked in to a pair of fitted black slacks. A pair of black flats cover her feet, which shuffling slightly as Brittany reached out to grasp her hand. The ditzy blond is wearing a long blue dress, it ends just below her knees a pair of heels finish her off.

Santana's heel make a clacking noise as she approaches the group, her brown gaze taking in the trio. A tight red dress, sleeveless and ending just above her knees, her silver cross resting on top of the material. She comes to a stop beside them, giving Rachel's shoulder a quick squeeze, her hand intertwining with Brittany's.

"You'll be fine Frodo." Santana's husky voice reassures. Her gaze taking in the decked out blond attorney. A black skin tight skirt, a yellow button down shirt tucked in to it, with a matching black jacket. A pair of four inch Dior heels and a small Marc Jacobs clutch in her hands. A pair of of glasses rest on the bridge of her nose, the lenses slightly rectangled, the glinting black making her hazel eyes stand out. Catching the woman's gaze she gives her a small nod. "You ready to go in there Q?"

"Yeah S, let's go." Quinn gives a reassuring smile to Rachel, one more time, before opening the door to the courtroom.

Three empty chairs are vacant behind the Prosecutor's table. A tall blond man in a black and red pinstriped suit, a red shirt with a black vest and a black tie stands at the outer most edge of the table, his kind blue eyes turn to take in the girls as the enter giving them a gentle smile. Brittany raises her hand and gives him a small wave, which he returns. Another man wearing a pair of black dress slacks, shiny black patent leather shoes and a white button down tucked in offset by a yellow and blue stripped tie. His hair is combed at the sides, the middle having balded long ago, his green eyes sparkle as he takes in the girls. An honest smile coming over his features.

Brittany separates from the group, sliding in the first pew of the courtroom. A woman with shoulder length blond hair and kind blue eyes smiles at her, wrapping an arm around her waist once she sits. Next to her is the figure of Finn Hudson, his green eyes locked on Rachel. He wears a simple button up, black tie and black slacks. Next to him is a boy with a feminine air to him, his hair perfectly combed, he wears a tailored grey suit with a blue shirt underneath a yellow scarf tucked in to the grey vest barely peaking from the lapels of his jacket. His eyes are a caramel brown, and his eyebrow raises slightly as he purses his lips taking in the two women with Rachel.

The small door separating the people from the lawyers and their clients swings open. Quinn, Rachel and Santana walk towards the tall blond man, Rachel gets a gentle hug from the green eyed man. She smiles softly up at him, taking the seat next to the man and directly in front of Brittany. Quinn and Santana nod at something the man says, sliding in to the seats next to him.

"Rachel, I don't know how you did it kid...but those are the best damn lawyers in New York and they are sitting in on our case." The green eyed man whispers to the mechanic, his eyes flitting between her and the two lawyers.

"Burt, they decided to do this. Must be from the kindness of their own hearts." She whispers back, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, I don't believe that kiddo." Burt replies, leaning back in his chair. "No big shot lawyer would come to this town and do a case for free. But some how we have two? You must of worked your magic on them or something. I haven't met anyone that didn't love you Rach."

"Thank you Burt, but I promise I didn't work any 'magic'." She replies, her eyes flickering over to see the hazel eyed blond looking at her with a soft look.

"Keep saying it, maybe one day it'll be tr-" Burt stops his eyes narrowing as a scowl crosses over his features. The mechanic snaps her gaze to the side seeing the tree men being led in to the room by guards.

One was a tall white man, his hair a sandy blond and his eyes a vibrant green. A five o'clock shadow is barely noticeable across his strong looking jaw. His shoulders are rigid and his hands are clasped in front of him. A orange jump suit covers his body, the shackles around his hands clanking as he walks to the table set up on the defenses side. His gaze catches Rachel's and a look of pride washes over his face, a smug grin stretching his lips.

A shorter, more muscular man follows behind him. His hair is jet black and combed off to the side, his eyes are a pale emotionless blue. A mustache covers his upper lip, the rest of his face clean shaven. A small scowl paints his face as he takes in Burt and Rachel, his eyes flash dangerously as he slides in to the seat next to the blond man. His chains clanking as it hits his orange covered lap.

Last, but not least, is the man who Rachel remembered the most. His hazel eyes so bright, they were almost golden, his hair was a medium brown and buzzed close to his scalp. A smile washed over him, making him look almost manic, when he noticed Rachel staring at him. He puckered his pink lips, shooting her a wink. Both his hands and feet were shackled, his orange suit just as vibrant as the other two. He slid in to his seat beside the other two men, but leaned back so he could continue to gaze at the brunette mechanic.

The lawyer for the first man was a balding, chubby man. His suit looked cheap, it was a dark blue pinstripe with a white shirt underneath, his shoes scuffed slightly. He looked nervous, well if the sweat covering his forehead was any indication. His eyes were a deep mossy green, but they showed his fear when he looked at his client.

Next, was a woman. She stood taller than her client, her black hair pulled back in to a bun. Her brown eyes hard as she stares forward,awaiting for the judge. Her jaw clenched when her client leaned over to whisper something to her. Her pale skin flushing, in what appeared to be anger, before she snapped something out to him. A tight brown pant suit was her attire, a white shirt underneath.

A short, older woman stood beside them. Her once red hair is rapidly greying, her posture is slightly slouched and her features looking highly irritated. The man next to her does not speak to her, continuing to openly stare at the mechanic, the woman notices this and taps him on the arm. A scowl crosses her face and her blue-grey eyes flash in something akin to anger before looking back forward.

"All rise. Hear ye, hear ye, the criminal Court for the District of Dayton is in session - the Honorable Judge Brown presiding. All having business before this honorable court draw near, give attention, and you shall be heard. You may be seated." Stated the Bailiff, everyone standing when he starts and slowly sitting back down when he finishes. A petite black woman walks up the steps, sitting in the large black chair. Her brown eyes looking over the room.

"Edward North, please rise." Judge Brown called out, eying the man before glancing back down at the papers in her hands. "The charges against you are three counts of assault in the first degree, two counts of attempted murder and murder in the first degree." Her brown eyes raise looking at the man, who seemed to look smug even now. "Do you understand these charges?" She awaits a nod from him before she glances back down. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Edwards replies, his sandy blond hair slightly disarrayed now from running his hands through it, his green eyes no meeting the Judge's gaze.

"You may be seated." She calls, glancing at the man to the right of Edward. "Jacob Haynes, please rise." The bulky, black haired man stands. His cold blue eyes looking directly at the Judge, making her conceal her shiver, her brown eyes drop back to the paper. "The charges against you are three counts of assault in the first degree, two counts of attempted murder and murder in the first degree. Do you understand these charges?" The blue eyed man continues to stare blankly at her, nodding his head slightly. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty your honor." He tilts his head slightly as he respond.

"You may be seated." Judge Browning calls out, her gaze falling on the last man. "James Stern, please rise." Her brown eyes flit over the young man before dropping her gaze back to the paper clutched in her hands. "The charges against you at three counts of assault in the first degree, two counts of attempted murder and murder in the first degree. Do you understand these charges?" Her eyebrow raises as the man almost automatically nods, a grin stretching his lips. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." James calls out, his voice calm and his eyes proud.

"Very well, this trial will now begin. Let the opening statements begin." With that she lightly bangs her gavel. Leaning back in her chair, she folds her hands over her stomach and watches with rapt interest.

The trial dragged on that day and the next. Finally after many tear filled witness statements, a break down from Hiram, and the doctor that treated Leroy and Rachel. The case had come to an end. Brittany's father, Mason, Quinn and Santana fought valiantly against the defense. Santana's specialty was to tear down the witnesses making them hardly credible, Mason's was to question their witnesses making them stand up individuals, and Quinn she was like a pied piper when it came to closing and opening statements as well as any introduction of evidence. No wonder she was the top at her firm. The defense could barely keep up with the young prosecutor.

"The juries back." Santana mumbled, grasping gently at Rachel's shoulder to get her attention. Their gazes meet and the Latina sends her a gentle smile. "Come on chica." She murmurs leading her back in to the court room. They go to their seats in the front of the room. Burt's hand immediately wraps around hers, Santana discretely taking the other.

The bailiff walks over to the foreman of the jurors, getting a small slip of paper from her. He walks over to the judge and hands it up, Judge Browning eyes the slip of paper and then nods to herself handing it back. The bailiff then returns it to the foreman.

"Has the Jury reached a unanimous decision?" She asks, raising her eyebrow just slightly.

"We have your honor." The woman responds, opening the slip of paper.

"In the charges of assault in the first degree, against the defendant Edward North, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty." She states clearly, the audience erupting in cheerful whispers.

"In the charges of attempted murder, against Edward North, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty." She states again, her eyes on the judge only as the room erupts again.

"In the charges of murder in the first degree, against Edward North, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant not guilty." She states again, gasps sounding across the room.

"Very well. In the charges of assault in the first degree, against Jacob Haynes, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty." The woman shifts on her feet.

"In the charges of attempted murder, against Jacob Haynes, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant not guilty." Gasps once more ring out.

"In the charges of murder in the first degree, against Jacob Haynes, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant not guilty."

"In the charges of assault in the first degree, against James Stern, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty."

"In the charges of attempted murder, against James Stern, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty."

"In the charges of murder in the first degree, against James Stern, how do you find?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty."

Rachel let out a relieved gasp, at least the man responsible for her fathers death would be behind bars. The other men got it slightly easier than James, but at least they would atone for some of their crimes.

"Thank you for your service, you are dismissed." Judge Brown called out to the jury, watching them shuffle out of the court room before turning to the lawyers. "Edward North, you are here by sentenced to 15 years for crimes committed. Jacob Haynes, you are here by sentenced to 6 years for crimes committed. James Stern, you are here by sentenced to life imprisonment, no chance at parole. Please remove the prisoners. This case is dismissed." She taps the gavel.

"So how do you feel?" Quinn ask as they make their way through the hordes of camera crews and reporters.

"I thought I'd feel better when the men got convicted, but it just made me realize that this is all happening. That no matter what I do I will never get my Dad back." Tears well in her brown orbs. "I'm glad they are being punished though." She whispers at the end.

"I'm sure he is in heaven right now smiling down on you and your father." Quinn murmurs, reaching a hand out to squeeze her hand.

"Do you really think he is in heaven?" Rachel sniffles.

"Of course I do honey, I mean any one that had anything to do with you being made has got to be an angel." She smiles softly when Rachel reaches over to swat her shoulder. They finally make it to the now fixed BMW Z4, Quinn opening the passenger door for the mechanic.

"Let's go home." Rachel says, her hand reaching out to grasp the blond attorney's.

"Okay baby." She smiles, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. She starts the car, using their combined hands to do so, and throws the car in to drive. She places their joined hands in her lap, her thumb brushing against the top of the tanned hand as they head home.

Hey, look...I don't know a lot about the court stuff but I tried. I know it got a little repetitive...but hopefully y'all didn't mind that. I'm gonna try to wrap this up in the next chapter..but like I said earlier you may get another one out of me. If it is okay with y'all I'm gonna incorporate another time jump, a larger one this time...to show where the couples ended up.