Chapter 4-
The frustrated woman sat in the interrogation room staring in to the one way glass slowly getting more and more irate. She knew that her bitch of a daughter was here otherwise the cops would have just sent her on her way. They wouldn't want to know about all the shit when she last saw her. The stupid brat hadn't been home in nearly 3 days and Jessica was getting desperate. She started to absent mindedly scratch her arms and sniff. Dylan was the one who bought her drugs so that she wouldn't get into trouble, and she hadn't seen the kid so withdrawal symptoms were setting in.
She got up and marched to the glass. Bashing her fist against it impatiently she started to shout, "HEY! I ASKED IF YOU KNEW WHERE MY KID WAS, SITTING ME IN THIS FUCKING ROOM ISN'T GOING TO ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION! THIS IS SHIT! IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS THEN SAY...I'LL JUST LEAVE IF YOU'RE TOO FUCKING SHIT AT YOUR JOBS TO FIND HER! BITCH PROBABLY JUST RAN OFF TO COOL DOWN FOR A COUPLE DAYS ANYWAY!" she reached for the doorknob just as the door swung open to reveal Detectives Munch and Tutuola. Both men looked severely unhappy at both her use of language and referring to her "missing" child as a bitch. She looked Munch square in the eyes and walked up to him so she was right in his face. "I want to see my daughter. Please take me to her I need her. She's my little girl."
MUNCH POV
he didn't believe it for a second. The smell of this woman alone showed she couldn't take care of herself properly, never mind her daughter. Her short greasy blonde hair stuck to her head and she kept scratching her arms and twitching. John knew that these were sure signs of drug withdrawal. She was skinny like her daughter but the only other likeness they shared was their eye colour. Both had brown eyes, but where Dylan's eyes were scared and held secrets, her mothers were just empty, they showed no emotion.
"Please sit back down and we will re-unite you with your daughter soon. We had to get her chacked out because of some injuries spotted whilst she was at school." It didn't go unnoticed by him how quickly she defended herself from his unpointed accusation. "what are you implying detective? I haven't seen my daughter for 3 days. I was worried!" He couldn't help but add a silent sure you were to her answer whilst watching her with narrowed eyes.
DYLAN POV
"Emily, she's here! I heard the detectives. I'm not stupid, I can go home now! That was what I wanted anyway! Why are you so against me going with my Mom?" of course she already knew the answer as soon as the question had made it passed her lips. Emily knew everything, she had told her when they were in Wisconsin. But Alex Cabot didn't. They couldn't prosecute anything unless she retold the whole ordeal to Alex with the past 4 years added on. And that was never going to happen. It had gotten worse since she'd told Emily all those years ago and this woman didn't know the half of it now.
"I know what she did to you Dylan. You told me. I can't understand why you would want to go back with her! You told me everything before but I can't do anything because I wasn't me then. I had a different identity so it wouldn't stand in court. I can't be my own witness. You have to make a statement Dylan, you know what she's like. You haven't seen her for 3 days. You know as well as I do that that means she's withdrawn and agitated and you know what happens then. Please Dylan. Do it for me. I want to help but I can't unless you do this." Dylan just shook her head. "there's nothing for me to report. I live with my Mom, nothing wrong with that. Nothing. I'm happy with her. I have no charges. You have to let her go. And me, I have nothing to say to you."
It killed her to say that. Her insides were in turmoil but she knew what happened if she told people. Her mother would have them out of New York within the hour and it would just get worse. More bruises to hide, more abuse to deal with and another dealer to find before withdrawal kicked in. it wasn't worth the effort. " I wanna see my mom. I want to go home."
Benson led her out of interrogation and towards the blinded window in Cragen's office where John and Fin were talking to Jessica Malbuhrn. "...we know you do it Jessica. Your daughter has ratted you out. She told our partenrs everything." Dylan was fuming. All her effort to not say a word was wasted. What was the point. "THEY'RE LYING MOM! I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO THEM! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO THEM! THEY'RE MAKING ACCUSATIONS UP BECAUSE THEY THINK WE'RE STUPID! THEY WANT PEOPLE LIKE US TO BE PUT AWAY! I TOLD THEM THERE WAS NOTHING TO SAY BUT THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME!" Benson and stabler started to remove the screaming girl from the Captain's office but her the people in the interview room could still hear her clearly. The damage was done and there was nothing else they could do but send Dylan home with this woman. Even if it meant they might be signing her death certificate.