Yes, K.J Is Back With ANOTHER Fanfiction... Eight And Still Counting.

DISCLAIMER; Credit Where Credit Is Due Goes To James Patterson. I'm Not Claiming To Be The First Or Last To Decide To Write A Story Like This, But I Thought It Would Be Fun, As I've Been Watching Law&Order, CSI, And NCIS Since I Could Crawl. The Character Of Abby And The Plot Of This Story Belong To Moi. Please Dont Copy. (:


Hands Where I Can See Them


Chapter One


Max's P.O.V


Okay, seriously? You wouldn't even be able to guess how many of these cases we get per month. But this particular one, was a little different.


October 9, 2008

Just another typical day at the station.

"Detective Ride, we've got another case. A rapist." my supervisor, Jeb Ramsay, told me.

Just after he finished his sentence, my partner, Angel Carmondy, came in with a handcuffed man.

He had long black hair and really deep eyes. In one light, they shone black, in another light, they shown a very deep brown. Much like my own eyes.

He didn't look like the typical rapist we usually got around here. But the NYPD gets a lot of weirdos, so don't judge a book by its cover.

He looked about twenty-six. Two years older than myself.

He was silent. He didn't try to tell us he was innocent. He didn't try to cause a scene.

When Jeb told him to come with me for questioning, he obliged.

He sat down in a silver metal chair, placing his handcuffed hands on a metal table in front of him.

"Mr. Diekman, you're being accused of rape. Of thirteen year-old, Abby Beil. Correct?

He nodded, running his tongue across his top teeth.

"I didn't do it though."

"Care to explain?"

I was standing on the other side of the room, in front of a two-way mirror.

"I didn't rape Abby."

Okay, now I was intrigued.

"I didn't do it."

I gave him a Look, "Go on…"

"She's my sister."

I raised an eyebrow at him, disbelievingly.

"My mom called me a few days ago, told me I had a sister, called Abby, told her I'd be over today. Her dad got home, freaked and called the cops."

"But Abby's father said he found you and Abby in her room by her bed. And Abby was crying."

"She brought me into her room, said she wanted to show me something. A picture. She got upset because the picture was of me and my mom."

I was silent for a while, so he spoke up, "I'd never RAPE someone! Sure, I'm no virgin, but I'd never RAPE someone! Especially my own sister!"

I gave him the universal "WTF?" look when he said, "Sure I'm no virgin.".

"Speaking of doing the dirty, ask my…," he seemed to be lacking words, "fuck buddy?" I offered.

He laughed and nodded, "Lissa Harlow. She lives over on 42nd street. She'll tell you I'd never rape someone."

"We might just do that."

I turned around and left the questioning room.

"Mr. Ramsay, I'm going to sound insane, but I might just believe him."

"No, Max, I've given you enough chances with believing people. He's being accused of raping a thirteen year old girl. We have to give him the same rundown as everyone else."

Just then, one of our crime scene examiners, Monique Mason, came over to us.

"Detective," she began, looking at me. "I heard the last few bits of that conversation, he might not be that innocent."

"What do you mean, Mason?" I asked her.

"We found Mr. Diekman's DNA on Abby's bed sheets. But it wasn't semen. It was skin cells."

"His hand could have brushed against the bed. That proves nothing. You can't prove anything without proof of semen from the bed sheets or signs of forced sexual intercourse from Abby!"

"Okay, Max, we'll give you the benefit of the doubt. We'll check Abby for signs of rape. But we have to keep him here until we check Abby. Bring him to a cell. I don't care which one, just pick one." Jeb said.

I nodded and went back into the questioning room.

I stood him up, holding his hands behind his back.

I walked him over to a cell close to my desk.

When I was sure I was out of earshot of my supervisor, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"I believe you. And I'm going to do everything in my power to get you out of here alive."

I felt his leather jacket brushing against my wrists.

After I felt that, I paid closer attention to what he was wearing. Black jeans, a black Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

"I'm glad someone around here believes me. I'm Fang, by the way. Didn't introduce myself earlier."

"I'm Max. Like I said, I'll try my best." "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of cute, Detective."

I slammed the cell's door and walked back to Jeb and Monique.

"I still don't think he did it."

"Well, thank God we have Abby to give us that information." Angel said, bringing a small, black-haired girl into the room.

"Are you Abby?" I asked the girl.

She nodded, obviously scared.

"I'm Detective Ride. We just want to ask you a few questions."

"Where's my brother?" she asked.

"Do you want to see him?"

She nodded vigorously.

I took her hand and brought her over to Fang's cell.

As soon as he saw her, he smashed into the cell's bars.

"Abby! Tell them I didn't do it!"

"He didn't! My brother didn't rape me! He didn't do anything! Please let him go, Detective!"

"We cant do that, Abby. We have to ask you some things and do a test to check for any forced sexual intercourse."

"Please let him go." she begged.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and brought her back to Monique.

Of course, right after they left, a girl with curly, bright red hair came in with one of our officers, James.

"Lissa Harlow?" I asked, assuming that's who she was.

"Yeah. What's going on? Where's Fang?"

Fang snapped his head up from inside his cell.

"Lissa! They think I raped Abby."

Even though I could tell he was agitated, he was still being calm.

"What? He would never!"

"Lissa, I'm Detective Ride, come with me please."

She nodded and came with me into the questioning room.

"Did Mr. Diekman ever force you into having sexual intercourse with him?"

"No! Never!" she squeaked.

Already, I could tell I wouldn't like her.

"Ms. Harlow, personally, I don't believe Mr. Diekman raped that little girl. But I'm just doing my job. I have to give every assumed rapist the same treatment."

"Well, where's Abby's dad? Shouldn't he be here?"

"He will be. You can go home. We'll contact you when we find anything new."

She nodded, got up and left.

I left the room and leaned up against the door.

"Max, we'll do everything we can do. But for now, Mr. Diekman needs to stay here. Guilty or not." Jeb told me, resting his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and turned to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror.

My usually unruly hair was straightened completely and resting on my shoulders. My brown eyes, glossy with tears. No, I wasn't crying, I was just confused.

The second I talked to Fang, I immediately knew he was innocent. He didn't look like he was capable of raping someone without immediately bursting out and confessing.

And I new I had to get him out of here, and back to his life, where he should be.


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