Prologue

9:30 AM, July 17th

Collette: So Nakoma, is it?

Nakoma: Yeah, Nakoma Baker.

Collette: I am Collette Tatou. I'm going to be asking you a few questions.

Nakoma: Yeah, I know. -_-

Collette: Don't be rude. What is your relationship to Elsa Kay?

Nakoma: She was like, a friend of a friend.

Collette: Really? Then why were you found in the car that she was allegedly driving? Hmm?

Nakoma: I was along for the ride, ok? I thought it would be fun, doing a road trip around America. I didn't know all of this was going to happen.

Collette: By all of this, are you referring to your arrest?

Nakoma: What else would I be referring to?

Collette: Shut up ma'm, I will throw you in a cell. Are you aware that your friend-

Nakoma: Friend of a friend.

Collette: Yes. Are you aware of her crimes?

Nakoma: You mean besides getting her hair done by Supercuts, drinking while driving and trespassing? Yeah, I'm aware.

Collette: Trespassing?

Nakoma: …. Fuck.

Collette: What was that about trespassing?

Nakoma: I plead the fifth.

Collette: You can only do that in court-

Nakoma: I PLEAD THE FIFTH.

Detective Sitka watched through the one-sided glass as his lovely co-worker hurled her coffee cup across the room, scaring the piss out of the poor suspect. It shattered in shards of black and and white glass only a little bit above the girl's head. Sitka could see her mouth wide open, screams emanating from speakers. He chuckled, taking a sip from his burning coffee, waiting for Collette to storm out, cursing in French.

And she did, throwing the door open in an especially angry fashion so that the BANG! from it slamming shut made the entire building shake.

"Coffee?" He asked, handing her a cup of Hazelnut Snow, her favorite sugary beverage from Sleepy's Cafe.

"Thanks." She said curtly, snatching it from Sitka's hand.

"So how'd it go?" He asked, taking long sip of his drink.

Collette scoffed. "She was just as stupid as the rest of her friends. Or appeared so." She scowled, looking at the suspect's frightened expression through the glass.

"Appeared so? Collette, I don't think there was any thought to the crimes committed. I mean, there was one bong in the car, but no evidence of marijuana. One of the women, Megara Callis, said that Miss Kay had bought it thinking it was a sculpture. Did you ask her about that?" He asked Collette.

The French co-detective was silent. Sitka just laughed. "It's ok." He said, patting her shoulder. "It wasn't that important anyways."

Collette blew her short black hair out of her eyes. "They do not seem to know about Elsa's true intentions."

Sitka furrowed his brow and brought his fist to his lips; a movement he often did in deep concentration. "No, they were just dragged along, thinking the whole thing was just a road trip their friend planned before she got married. They didn't- and still don't-know that it was really Elsa Kay's intention to run away."

Hey guys! This takes place in the same universe in my dear story, Hard Knock Life. This time, Elsa gets crrrrraaaazzzzy. It's going to be great. This is a pretty silly fic, with a beginning and end but hardly a middle. Let me know if you have any ideas for Meg, Nakoma's and Elsa's crazy road trip! Review por favor!