She sat in the interrogation room alone, her hair was still wet and she knew that the chill in the room would cause her to catch cold if she wasn't given another layer. Stupid FBI, rushing her when they barged into her home no less; she had no idea what they thought they were going to charge her with. The whole situation was preposterous.

And were all their agents so green? The one who had run in on her had gotten all red and panicky when she'd attacked him. In all fairness to her he was a stranger, toting a gun that had rushed into her bathroom while she was mid-shower. She may have attacked the man but she didn't know that he was an FBI agent; he could have just been some crazy-ass perv. It wouldn't have been a first time; big, gated mansions seemed to attract the crazies.

Besides, he had seemed more alarmed by the fact that she had been naked, than the gun she'd pressed to a pulse-point on his neck.

Beatrice, or Bee, shivered for the hundredth time and rolled her eyes; this making her stew crap was such a lame and tired move. "Hey!" she called towards the mirror on the other side of the room "If you're gonna leave me here to wet my pants in fear, could you at least gimme a pair of pants?!"

Her voice echoed and no one replied when the last of the sound disappeared. "Oh, when Dad gets back he's gonna be so pissed."

"Come on!" she felt the pout, that she wished would piss of, begin to form upon her lips. Bee stood quickly, her chair toppling as she did so and began to walk around the room; she closed her eyes and breathed in the air. Bad decision; the room smelled stale and pungent.

She hugged her arms around her cold frame and sat down on the floor, anything was more comfortable than that chair. Her silken robe was no protection against the freezing air of the room; she wished that her long and comfortable old robe had been the one she'd picked up while being dragged from her home. They'd taken her gun, she hated going anywhere without it, and she felt even more naked under the flimsy fabric without it.

'Pull yourself together' she told herself angrily and she sprung from the floor, 'No feeling sorry for yourself. Have some dignity, they will not beat you.'