Detective Sokka Sitka ran into the police station door and slung his tie around his neck with one hand while he pulled up one side of his suspenders with the other.
"Late again, huh?" Officer Song Tran asked as he ran past where she sat at the booking desk.
"You know I like to make an entrance." He replied with a wink slipping a hand in the other side of the suspenders "Did they find her?"
"Yep. Officer Ng brought her in a little while ago. He's pissed that you weren't here."
Sokka started tying his tie "Zuko's always pissed."
He spun around and slid his ID badge, pushing through the door as soon as he heard it beep.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Zuko snapped as soon as Sokka came through the doors "You said you would be here."
"I know, I know," Sokka brushed off as he slid the knot close to his neck and grabbed the files off of his desk "The gym was packed, I had to wait for a shower."
"You could have showered here."
"I know." He paused for a moment and look around "Did you get that stuff from evidence for me?"
"You know I did." Zuko answered "Somebody's got to do their job around here." He held the box out to Sokka.
Sokka took the box and tucked it under his arm and patted Zuko on the cheek "And you're just so damn good at it too." He turned and headed for the interrogation room.
"Look, Sokka, there something you should know about her. She-"
"Not now buddy, I'm late."
"Damn it Sokka, listen."
"Later." Sokka pushed through the door.
Zuko huffed "Fine, make an ass of yourself. What do I care."
"Hi Miss-uh" Sokka put the box down and picked up the file."
"Mrs." The woman corrected quietly.
Sokka looked at her. She sat at the table in the plain room with her fingers laced together and her eyes downcast. She was small, had thick, black hair, and looked nervous.
"Yes, of course, Mrs. Devi." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an opened box of cigarettes. He didn't smoke himself, but it usually helped him earn a little trust from the person he was interrogating; made him look like a good guy. He flipped the lid and held the box out to her "Would you like a cigarette?"
She held her head up and shook it "No. Thank you. I don't smoke." she answered demurely then held her head back down.
He smiled, she was pretty. He chuckled "Yeah, I should quite myself." He put the box back into the pocket of his navy blue slacks "So, Mrs. Devi…Can I call you," he looked at the file again "Toph?"
"Yes." She answered "That's fine."
"Toph. I'm sorry we dragged you down here this morning. I hope Officer Ng wasn't too rough on you."
"No," she shook her head again and smiled a little "He was very kind."
"Good, Good. So I'm sure you're more that aware that your husband was brought in a few nights ago." Her face dropped "We have evidence that he killed some people." Her mouth opened a bit as she inhaled sharply "We found this when we searched your house." He held up the plastic evidence bag containing a revolver "Your husband has good taste in guns."
Her eyebrows knitted "Kanto doesn't own a gun."
"Well, we got an anonymous tip that your husband killed two men." He put the gun down and slid the crime scene photos onto the table in front of her. The pictures were gruesome and he hated to do it, but sometimes the shock got them information "These two men."
A tear streaked down her face "My husband is a good man and a good father. He didn't kill anyone. I know he wouldn't"
Sokka was surprised that she didn't react to the pictures. Even Kanto had flinched when he saw them. Most people would have at least pushed them away or turned them over.
"We found drugs in the house too. Did you know that?"
"Drugs?"
Sokka was getting tired of the innocent act, she had to know something "Yeah. A lot. A lot of drugs and a gun used to kill people found in your house. You mean to tell me you've never seen any of that in that small apartment?"
Her expression changed. An obvious anger came across her face. Sokka thought that he had finally gotten to her. She reached down beside her and took something white into her hand. Sokka looked on in disbelief as she took the thing by the red handle and held it out to the side, letting it unfold, then she swung it a bit to make it snap into place.
Toph slammed the cane down on the table and held her head up toward the man "I've never seen anything you asshole."
Sokka's eyes stretched as he looked at her pale green irises. That was what Zuko had been trying to tell him "I'm sorry Mrs. Devi. I wasn't aware."
She held her head down again "Some detective you are." She mumbled "Look, All I know is me and my kid went to see my mom for spring break and when we got back last night Kanto wasn't home. I walked my daughter to school this morning, and when I got back a cop was waiting for me and he tells me that Kanto was arrested three days ago and you guys wanted to talk to me."
"And you didn't find it strange that he wasn't home when you got there?" he asked.
"He takes night shifts sometimes."
"Um, thank you. If we need anything else, we'll be in contact."
"Whatever." She took her cane back into her hand and stood up "The other cop said I could see Kanto."
"Yes. I'll walk you out to Officer Song and she can get you all set up."
He reached out to take her arm, but she snatched away "I'll get someone else to point the way for me." She swung her cane and found her way to the door.
Sokka threw his head back, then straightened up and slapped himself on the forehead. He walked out just in time to see one of the officers walking with Toph to the other door.
Zuko was standing there waiting with a smug smile on his face "Tried to tell you."
Sokka pouted "Fuck you Zuko."