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Are you kidding me?

No, miss, I'm not. There are charges pending on aiding and abetting a fugitive and interfering with an active investigation.

What? Aiding and .....Where is the proof?

I have your finger prints, miss. More than enough to prove you've had contact with Mr. Allerdyce and that you helped as well as lied to me about it.

My fingerprints? Impressive, you can get them all over the place. And I hadn't lied to you when I talked to you. So seems your charges are pretty bogus.

The catch her, Miss Brock, is where I got your finger prints from. Trust me, I wouldn't have gotten a warrant if I didn't have enough evidence.

Now, you have the right to remain silent, the right to an attorney. If you can't afford one, one will be provide for you at no charge. If at any time you wish to stop answer my questions, tell me and all questioning will stop immediately.

You do that, though, and there's no way I can help you out of this.

And just where did you get my fingerprints from?

...Right. And how are you going to help me out of this?

A pair of handcuffs, my cuffs, that your boyfriend escaped with. Now, that tells me that you saw him after those cuffs were on. That tells me you helped him. That's where the aiding and abetting charge comes from.

We can work out a deal where you don't get charged. You're a young kid, in love and pregnant, your emotions got the better of you when you helped Mr. Allerdyce. No reason to go to jail for that.

The only pair of handcuffs that my boyfriend escaped from were the ones that we used during a night of love making. We decided to try something new and last I checked, that wasn't against the law. So can't see how you can give me shit for getting a little freaky with someone.

I think you're reaching and honestly, you're beginning to border on harassement. It's not healthy for someone who is in such a delicate state to be handled roughly and brought into a jail like a common criminal for no reason.

That's actually pretty clever, problem is, cop cuffs have serial numbers. I double checked on the pair he sent me. They're mine, they've got your prints.

This is my job, Miss Brock, if I was harassing you, we wouldn't be in a formal interview, you wouldn't have your rights. I'm trying to work with you here so you don't have your baby in jail. You know the state gets custody of any child born in prison don't you?

Well, that's a coincidence but you don't have proof I helped him to get out.

*clenches jaw*

No. But that won't happen because trust me, Lieutenant, you don't want to do that.

Miss Brock, you don't seems to have a very good understanding of the law here, so I'm going to explain this to you. I can prove you touched those cuffs, before he got out, after he got out, it doesn't matter. You helped him in some way, have had contact with him in some way, and that's all I need.

You tell me where he is and I will make sure you never spend a single day in jail. No one will bother you again about this. You don't cooperate and it's out of my hands. The DA will prosecute and you'll be locked up, that's the end of it.

*looks away quietly, clenching her jaw* So if I don't tell you anything, how long do I go to jail for?

For something like this, which will probably become a federal case, five to ten years. Your kids will be walking and talking before you get out.

*All she could think of was how Billy told her that her children could be fully grown in two years, as in adults. They wouldn't know her and she wouldn't know them. But the only way out she had was to give up John. Suddenly feeling sick, she leaned forward as she pressed her hands to her stomach lightly. Closing her eyes, she did her best not to cry*

I need a few minutes and I want a phone call.

*slides a box of tissues over and a cell phone*

Go ahead. When you've made your decision, I'll come take your statement.

*gets up and goes to wait outside the interrogation room*

*bites her bottom lip, closes her eyes and takes the phone to dial John*

*She looks at the other detectives with her, orders the call traced and to start planning the take down*

Answers cell.

"John here."

Don't talk. I'm in jail, they've got me on some charges. They say it's 5-10 years for me and..they'll keep my kids. I'm using the cop's phone, so no doubt they already know where you are. I'm sorry.

"You'll be out in no time, trust me."

Hangs up.

*Murphy glances at the tech who nods. Her favorite TV myth is that traces take minutes, when really they only take seconds. She orders them to go after John and that she's leading the take down herself. She'll let Miss Brock sit for awhile and think about what she's done.*

*Griff having heard Jamie was in jail teleports to the room outside where Jamie is being held. If nothing else he can at least try to calm her down. ---He opens the door and sees a woman sitting in a chair, her back to him*

Jamie, ya alright?

*whirls around in surprise*

Griff? *blinks*

Yea, there is no time to explain though..are ya ok?

Please don't hate me for this..

This was a mistake.