Disclaimer: I do not own Professor Layton. If I did, Bill wouldn't have been pulled back into the Laytonmobile…

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A certain Prime Minister walked down the street to go to his usual restaurant for lunch, as per normal. Well… almost like normal. For the first time since the giant fortress attacked London two weeks ago, Bill Hawks was out without his body guards.

He had been the one to make the foolish decision. Something about wanting to look like a strong leader after all the chaos. Granted, it might have been a good idea for someone in charge to look confident to try and keep everyone else calm.

But that only works if the leader is well liked… or even semi-liked.

In short, this man made a huge mistake.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hawks?"

Bill stopped walking and turned around to see a large crowd of people (and he could see more arriving) with a brown-haired girl, who seemed to be the speaker, standing ahead of the group. She may have been smiling, but the group behind her didn't look to happy. And the ones that were smiling looked a tad insane, which is when Bill began to feel uncomfortable. He did have appearances to keep up, though.

"…Can I help you?"

"Yes. My name is Rai and this is the BHH. Well, most of these people are, anyway. Some are just here to observe. We were just wondering about something regarding the recent attack. Once we saw you, we thought maybe you could help."

Bill did wonder at the strange name and what BHH meant, but he was too proud to say anything.

"Hmm..I would have thought the papers could tell you everything you would want to know."

Rai shook her head.

"No, actually. They don't say anything about what the fate of the one responsible for the incident will be."

"Oh right. That man…Clive was it? Mr. Layton is trying to convince the court that his actions were driven by insanity. It's his wish that Clive be kept under house arrest with him until he shows more stability. But not to worry, I do not intend to let this madman back out on the streets. Layton spent some time with Clive, and his judgment is likely affected by it. I will be doing my best to see that destroyer of London behind bars for the remainder of his life."

It was probably for the best that Bill focused too much on what he was saying and didn't pay much attention to the crowd. Almost all of the faces held glares and scowls, and a few people were actually growling. Even Rai's smile wavered.

"Mr. Hawks… while it's nice to hear about yours and the Professor's actions regarding Clive, that's not really what we wanted to know…." The crowd began to come around the sides. Bill now noticed, with no small amount of worry, that the entire street was empty, save for the group.

"Oh? But you said 'the one responsible for the incident'…"

"Yes. The one who drove Clive to madness. The one who killed his parents. The one who killed Claire. The one who broke the Professor's and Dimitri's hearts. The one who caused a tragic explosion, made a ton of money from the energy source of the machine that caused the explosion, and proceeded to use that money to both gain immense power and cover up the event."

With each sentence, Bill felt fear growing stronger in his heart. He turned to run, only to find that the group had encircled him at this point.

"We want to know what your punishment will be, Bill Hawks," Rai finished, her grin growing wider and a bit more evil than it had been.

"How do you even-"

"Know about that? We have our sources…"

Bill looked around frantically, trying to see if there was any possible way of escaping. Unable to find one, he decided to try his luck in breaking through the crowd. One girl stepped out to intercept him. When he was close enough, she delivered a solid kick to his shin. He fell to the ground, grabbing his leg in pain. Everyone gathered predatorily around the man and Rai high-fived the other girl.

"Nice work, Jecka."

"No problem, Rai."

Jecka returned to the back of the mob, satisfied with having done her part. Bill glared at all the faces that surrounded him.

"You won't be able to get away with this! You'll never see the light of day, once Parliament hears about this! You'll be locked up forever, along with that boy who destroyed London."

Rai's smile faded, but the amusement never left her eyes.

"One, Parliament would need to find you first. Two, I don't think you realise how many of us would be perfectly happy being in jail with Clive," Some giggles came from the mass of people, "Though, nice as that would be, I'm sure the Professor will manage to keep him out of prison. And finally…"

She paused to take a breath.

"If we could be assured of your destruction, we would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept our own."

Many cheered at that. Rai snapped her fingers and a couple of people emerged from the crowd with rope. They proceeded to restrain Bill, making especially sure that he wasn't comfortable. By this point, Bill was completely aware that there was no way out.

"And just what do you plan to do with me?"

Rai thought for a moment, unconsciously propping her chin in her right hand.

"Well, I'm not planning on doing anything to you. I'm just the facilitator and observer. What happens to you is up to them." She spread her hands and looked about the group. There were evil smiles abound.

"But I do think we should wrap this up," Rai said, striding behind Bill and taking out a piece of cloth. He tried to say something, but she quickly tied the cloth over his mouth.

"I don't particularly like hearing you talk, and we can only keep people off this street for so long"

Rai waved her hand in the air and someone from the back of the crowd nodded and gave a thumbs-up down a side street. A bus drove up and the crowd parted to make room for it. When it stopped, the driver got out and tipped his hat to Rai, who nodded in return. The driver and two others helped get Bill on the bus. Once that was done, everyone else piled in.

Five minutes later, the only indication of what had occurred was a scrap of paper that had fallen from someone's pocket, which read 'The BBH meeting that can't be missed! Thursday, October 3rd. Noon. The usual place.' And even that swiftly fell prey to the wind.

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A/N Ok, show of hands, who was in the crowd? In my mind, a vast majority is made of Clive fans and supporters of Clershal. Then a smaller bunch who just dislike Bill in general. I already have plans in mind for making this a series of oneshots where Bill get's what he deserves, some of which I already have very specific punishments in mind. But I'm open to suggestions. They don't all have to be death. Anything that makes Bill's life horrible is fine as well. And not all of the fics will insert Layton fans to carry out the punishment. After all, the characters themselves need to exact a bit of revenge once in awhile. *cuts to Clive grinning evilly*