Chapter Four

9 Days Later...

Angell sat in an empty interrogation room. A prison guard had taken her there. She knew Flack must have requested to see her here privately, but couldn't understand what was taking him so long. She had made her mind up in her cell, thinking was all she could do anyway, and she wouldn't tell Flack about the baby and wait until it was proven she wasn't guilty. It was bound to happen soon enough, the team would understand she couldn't be guilty; it was just a waiting game for now. She shivered, her black eye standing out against her pale skin. Her arms and legs were also decorated with various bruises. Prison was hell, every one hated a cop in here, even the old corrupt ones, and she was going to pay even if she hadn't personally convicted these inmates. Yesterday she received a death threat, which caused her to vomit with fear, on top of the usual morning sickness. Her next plan; never eat anything she was given. One reason was she couldn't be sure it wasn't seasoned with something lethal, but mainly because she knew soon she would be back in the hospital where she and her baby would be safe. No one knew she was pregnant, neither the team nor the prison. If anyone found out they would make it their personal mission to beat her stomach to a pulp. As her thoughts wandered, the door swung open and in came Mac and Adam. They were at first smiling, but as they came closer Adam looked terrified and Mac looked horrified.

"Your eye..." Mac said.

"It's really not that bad..."Angell tried to smile, but even when seeing two familiar faces couldn't make the pain go away.

"How are you holding up?" Adam asked, his eyes shining with sympathy. Angell looked down; she knew if he looked at her like that she would only break down.

"Keeping strong," she said. She looked up at Mac and he could see the hope in her eyes. He just shook his head and she understood. "I suppose I'm just going to have to except that in a few weeks this case will be thrown out, and I'll go down for it. " Angell sighed.

"No!" Adam outburst, "No, Mac, we won't let it happen, will we? We will never let you go down for something you didn't do. You will get out this, won't she Mac?" Adam looked down out Mac; Adam was on his feet with his fists clenched, "Mac?" Mac remained silent when Angell quickly spoke up,

"Its fine Adam, you can only do what you can..."

"It's not fine." Adam looked at Mac, "Follow the evidence, you always say that. And loyalty, but how can you be loyal when you're letting one of our own go down for something she clearly didn't do-"

"Now you stop there Adam" Mac was on his feet too now, and Jess noticed Adams face flinch with fear. "We're all working out butts off to get Angell out. Do you realise how much I'm trying? I would never let one of ours go down. So you think about what you saying before you start talking to me about loyalty."

"Guy's stop, please, don't fight." At that moment an officer walked in.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, looking sternly at Adam, who sat down blushing.

"Yeah, sorry." Mac sat down too.

"Well hurry up, we need to get her back in soon." The officer then left, as Jess noticed Adam's expression change to anger, although he remained silent. Mac and Adam said their goodbyes, and just before they left Adam whispered in Jess's ear,

"Don't give up on us, after all its not just you you're fighting for."

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The next day Angell was taken back to the interrogation room. She was in a bad mood that day, the prison was finally getting to her and she didn't want to see anyone. As she walked in the room and sat in the empty cold chair she knew Flack must have been coming to see her today. She didn't want to see Flack, she hated lying to his face and this was the last place she wanted to see him. She wanted to get through this alone, with him out there fighting for her freedom. When he walked into the room with a large smile on his face, her blooding was boiling with anger. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Why are you here?" she snapped.

"I've come to see you. I thought you would be pleased." Flack looked hurt.

"Well I'm not. Why are you here when you should be out there finding out who did this to me?" Flack opened his mouth but couldn't find the answer. "Don't come to see me again."

"What!" Flack spluttered.

"You heard me. I don't want you here."

"Well Jess why don't you stop having a go at me, tell me where you were and this will all be cleared up."

"And you said you were here to see me. You just wanted to solve another case to add to your tally."

"I can't even believe we are having this argument-"

"Nor me, I asked you to leave."

"Jess-"

"No Flack, go. I don't want you to come see me again."

Flack slammed the door as he left, making the security guard jump. Flack was past caring, he was furious Jess just dismissed him like he was nothing and upset that she wouldn't let him in. He left the building without a second glance.

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The next few days carried on slow and painful for Flack. Angell had hurt him, and she was the last person he wanted to see; yet he still felt his heart aching for her. The bed was cold and lonely at night, and he kept thinking back to the explosion, thinking what life would have been like if it was impossible to see her again. He knew the team was still seeing her daily, and even though he passed on all their offers for him to join them he still envied them. That should be him leaving work early everyday to go see the woman he loved. So he decided to focus all he had on finding whoever did this. This was a seemingly impossible task as every lead he got lead back to Angell. His logic was telling him it must be her, but every other ounce of him knew she would never do anything like this. He was at a dead end and the possibility of getting her free again was looking less likely. He was sat in his office trying to think over the case when his phone rang.

"Flack..." he answered. As he shut his phone down his heart was beating out of his chest and panic soared through his nerves. Mac's words echoed in his head.

She fainted. She's back in hospital.

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