Hi Again! I wrote this chapter quickly today and decided to just post it since I had the time. Thanks so so much to xXErineilXx and totaldramadc who reviewed. :D

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own TDI or anything else, as much as I want to.

As the cops drove Courtney to Cold Creek Juvenile Hall, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was definitely forboding. She was still exasperated by what had happened.

The inside of CCJH was nothing like Courtney had imagined. She had thought that the maintenance workers would have at least attempted to make the place a little cheerful. Maybe some pictures or plants here and there, reminding the prisoners to stay cheerful, even in the face of adversity.

Although she wasn't entirely wrong, the small room in the front of the building, which served as sort of a waiting room, did have some fake plants hanging from the ceiling. However, beyond that point, there were simply cells, a rec center, a cafeteria, and an outside area complete with a cracked blacktop, rusty broken down bleachers, and baring grassy area. All were fenced in (naturally).

The scenery wasn't what shocked Courtney the most though, she didn't think prison was the type of place in which people cared about the environment to begin with. Seeing the inmates is what caused her want to cower in fear.

There were large guys doing pull-ups on bars that were in their cells. Most had at least 3 major tattoos and were extremely muscular. They looked at her out of their cells in curiosity. No doubt wondering what a girl like Courtney was doing in a place like this. Some were leering and calling out rude and inappropriate comments.

What immature, cretins! Has no one ever taught them of the proper way to talk to people?

There were also girls with too many piercings to count and hair in the most unnatural colors. They all had what seemed to be permanent scowls planted on their faces, which didn't make Courtney feel entirely welcome. She supposed it didn't matter since she wasn't planning on staying here for long at all.

"You'll stay here until we can contact your lawyer and decide upon a court case date," sneered the guard, "Make yourself at home. You wont be going anywhere any time soon."

"Wait! I atleast get my own cell right?" Courtney questioned. Then, after a pause she added with disgust, "Oh God, they're not co-ed are they?"

"This is a 70-bed facility. We're already overflowing with 95 inmates. No you're not getting your own cell!"

The thought of having to share a cell with one of the scornful 'girls' made Courtney want to puke.

The guard was already leading her the nearest set of bars.

"But wait! Don't I get my one phone call now?" Cried Courtney in an act of desperation to stall.

The look of strong annoyance passed over the guards face, "Fine. You have 10 minutes."

Courtney was then brought over to the small phone booth and handed the receiver. The took it gingerly, images of how many sweaty, gross, palms had touched it before her.

Oh, I wish I had my purse and my disinfecting wipes right now!

She proceeded to dial her lawyers number.

Pick up Michael. Dammit, pick up!

After 4 rings, a low male voice could be heard on the other line.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Michael! I'm so glad you're there. Listen I really really need your help."

"Uh...Courtney can we do this a little later please, I'm with a very important client right now."

"What?" Courtney asked furious, "No! No we cannot do this 'a little later.' I'm in Juvie, Michael. Me! In Juvie!"

"...What did you do?"

"Well it wasn't my fault, obviously," Courtney rushed to explain everything that had happened to her earlier that night, but Michael cut her off impatiently.

"Look, I'm sure this is very upsetting right now, but I simply don't have time to do this at the moment. I will come down there as soon as I can. But for now, take it easy, Courtney."

"Take it easy?! What do you propose I do? Stay here?"

"Exactly. Sit tight. Don't cause anymore trouble. Now, I have to go. I'll see you later."

"What kind of a lawyer are you? You're supposed to help me and all you can do it put it off until 'later'? I'm twice as important as your other damn client! I can't stay here! Hello? HELLO?!" She finally realized that the line had gone dead quite a while ago.

"Time's up. Let's go," the gruff security officer put the handcuffs back on Courtney and led her towards her new 'room'.

As they walked back. Another person was being shoved down the long narrow hall way. He had a Mohawk and the top of it was dyed green. He had piercings in his eyebrow and ears, wore a spike collar and had a subtle goatee.

As he passed by, the other inmates cheered and called after him.

"Ey! Duncan! Welcome back, bro! Hey ya'll Duncan's back!"

The young man smirked and replied, "Thanks man. Can't say I missed it though," he grimaced at his last statement as the guard who was beside him pushed him forward, forcefully, "hey, watch it, dude! And what the hell happened to Jeremy, my old parole officer?" Duncan rolled his eyes.

Something about his voice was strangely familiar to Courtney, although she was sure she had never seen him in her life.

She was distracted from her thoughts when the officer pushed her into a cell.

Looking around, Courtney saw two metal bunkbeds. On top of one, a Goth looking girl was laying, staring at her. Her hair was a mixture of black and teal, but it wasn't bright neon like some of the other girls' and her expression wasn't too terrifying. Maybe they could even be friends. Courtney scoffed at the idea.

I'm not staying here long enough to have friends! Why would anyone want to? I just hope Michael hurries up and drags his sorry ass over here to get me out.

Courtney sighed. Well, it could be worse. She could be one of the unlucky inmates who got to sleep on the floor because of the bed shortages. All she could do now is put on a grin and bear it. After all, that's what an outstanding CIT would do.

Thanks for reading! Please review! I wonder who her room-mate could be :o

~xo