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A loud knock reverberated through the large house, disturbing the quite Santana Lopez had desired when spending the day with her girlfriend. It was the first time they had been alone since the attack and Santana was quite content to cuddle up to the blonde and fall asleep watching Britt's favorite Disney movies. At first she ignored the knocking, lightly upping the volume to The Little Mermaid and cuddling back down with the sweetly smiling blonde, thinking that whoever was at the door would cease eventually.
The person however, persisted and with a growl that hinted at retribution to disturbing her first none-sexual date with Britt in a long time she stalked her way through the den and into the large hallway, Brittany trailing quietly behind her, too curious to resist following her girlfriend. Santana checked the door hole and saw two young-faced cops, one peering through the window as if hoping to see someone and the other poised to knock again.
Santana rolled her eyes and muttered 'idiots' before turning to look at her girlfriend. "You know what to do, right boo?" She could feel a begrudging smile cross her lips when Brittany smiled and nodded her head exuberantly, reaching her pale hand out to hold Santana's. Santana grabbed it gently before opening the door.
The men acted fast, introducing themselves and asking if they could come in. Santana rolled her eyes and demanded to know what it was about. She knew of course, that Karofsky would name her as an attacker but she knew enough with dealing with the law to act innocent and yourself as much as possible. It was quite easy for her, seeing as she was annoyed enough at being intruded open on her 'alone' time.
"Why the hell would I let you in my house without knowing who you were?" she demanded, settling for placing one hand on her hip as opposed to folding them across her chest as the latter would involve dropping Brittany's hand. She could feel rather than see one of the cops – Mitchells or whatever – eyes drop to their intertwined hands. Rather than dropping them like she would have before she gently tugged at Brittany's hand and brought her closer to the front so that she stood equal with Santana in the doorway.
"As you can see Mitchells –"
"Michaels, miss."
"Whatever." She glared at him slightly before continuing. "I am busy at the moment having a private day with my girlfriend," she put emphasize and the word to see their reactions. As opposed to a flinch or a dirty look they had become accustomed to, Michaels merely smiled and addressed them.
"I wish not to intrude on such a private moment especially since you must not have had much time since that accident with your friend." He could tell that, try as they might, they weren't winning points with this girl so he tried a new tactic. "We only need to ask you a few questions on the home invasion and beating of your classmate, David Karofsky." She raised an eyebrow.
"What's that got to do with us?" she kept it short and simple, her face the perfect façade of confusion and annoyance; she only hoped Brittany was just as convincing. She felt her hand being squeezed and inwardly smiled, she had little to worry about; Brittany may not be the sharpest person in the world and she was as naïve as a three year old but when it came to family – which she begrudgingly admitted Rachel was – Brittany would kill and lie for them.
"Well, you see," this was the awkward part and Roberts glared at Michaels for leaving him to deal with it. He really needed to hone on his rock-paper-scissors skills. "David's identified you as one of his attackers," another raised eyebrow, "and in fact, told us the entire glee club has been after his blood."
"David Karofsky is a chronological liar. A bastard too," she added before shrugging her shoulders and returning to the conversation at hand, "I didn't do it. I wasn't anywhere near him apart from school and trust me I stayed away from him then too; neither was Brittany." She cast them a disdainful look and made to close the door, knowing full well it wouldn't work. As she expected, the dark one, Roberts, placed a gentle but firm hand against the door, halting its movement.
"Well if that's true, you wouldn't mind telling us where you were this past Saturday?" he smiled sweetly and gently held out the notepad to document her response. He didn't know why, but he had the distinct feeling that this girl was involved somehow. He was proved wrong however, when the girl rattled off an alibi.
"I was in Saturday detention at the school all day." She responded, raising an eyebrow as if daring the man to question her.
"What had you done to land yourself in detention Miss Lopez?" Roberts continued, juggling the notepad in one hand as he tried to write steadily with little balance. Santana smirked slightly at that but made no offer for them to come inside. The sooner they were gone, the better.
"Me and Finn did. We were making 'rude' and 'vulgar' insults to the football players in the hallway and Coach Sylvester caught us and put us in detention with her for Saturday." She made air quotes around 'rude' and 'vulgar' and smirked again. Roberts made a sort of 'tch'-ing noise in the back of his throat that indicated his disbelief Michaels stayed quiet, observing both girls closely. At the academy that had been taught the basics of body language, for interrogational purposes, and neither girl showed any indication that the alibi was fabricated and yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that the story was false.
"So, if we went to this –" he looked across Roberts shoulder to check the name, "Coach Sylvester, she could collaborate your story?" Santana looked at him as if he were some particularly interesting slug before nodding slowly, as if he was unable to understand.
"That would be the whole part of telling you. Now, are we done here?" she made to close the door, intent on getting back to her private date but once again Roberts had blocked it. She nearly growled in frustration, slamming the door open so hard it crashed into the other end. Roberts winced slightly out the loud crashing noise before addressing the slightly fuming Santana.
"I'm sorry Miss, we are nearly finished, but we need to know the whereabouts of your girlfriend as well." Santana glared and tightened her hold on Brittany's hand.
"Why? Karofsky didn't blame her too did he?" She made sure she sounded more annoyed than worried and held Roberts's gaze with the best look of disdain she could muster.
"No, but she did file a complaint against David and David did list the entire glee club as possible suspects so it would be better if we had her official statement on the subject as well." He gestured to the notepad and then smiled widely at Brittany. Santana squeezed Brittany's hand and waited for her response. Brittany for a moment gazed around the faces around her as if just realizing they were there and Santana wondered if she was going to make a statement none but her would understand as she was prone to do.
However, when Brittany finally spoke, her words were quite clear. "I was with Rachie on Saturday," she told the police quietly, breaking character slightly to reach out and hug Santana. She was surprised to see the flash of an encouraging smile on one of the men's faces. "Cedes, Artie, Tina, Sammie, and Mikey were all there too. I remember 'cause Kurtie and his boyfriend Blaine had to leave early for Warbler's practice." Michaels looked up at that.
"Kurt Hummel and his boyfriend left early? Do you know where they went? What's the other boy's name, do you know it full?" he asked her sharply and Brittany let out a soft whimper that indicated to Santana she was scared.
"You're scaring my girlfriend. I don't appreciate that." she glared at Michaels reproachably, "Kurt's boyfriend's full name is Blaine Anderson, they both go to the Dalton Academy in Westerville since you're poor victim threatened to kill Kurt since he likes dick." Santana ranted slightly, glaring at the two men who had ruined her perfectly good Saturday. She had been hoping Brittany would be in the mood for later (apparently Ariel made her horny), but now she would be all worried and frightened and Santana would have to spend her time comforting her instead.
"They had to go perform at a nursing school to practice their skills so they left early. They came back at like 6 or so."
"How do you know what time they came back exactly?" Roberts asked; keen to catch some sort of inconsistency in her story. He was not, perhaps, glade to be defending such a boy but he was also keen on the law and if these two girls broke it, no matter the reasons, it was his job to report it. Santana, on the other hand, was too angry to smirk inwardly and instead marveled at the idiocy of the man who just had to pick the one fact that she and Brittany, or hell the entire glee club, would have completely straight.
"Because you dumbass, at 6:35 sharp Rachel awoke. It's not something you forget soon, seeing someone you were told to say goodbye to waking up. You know, since your client fucked her up so bad she was on her goddamn death bed." Michaels and Roberts both flinched at that one. With rather hurried goodbyes, the two explained that they would be back if they had further questioning, thanked them for their time and they left. Santana slammed the door behind them and glared at it for several moments.
Brittany let her girlfriend vent for a bit before gently wrapping her arms around her. She giggled when Santana shot her a confused look. "Everything worked out perfectly Tanny," she gently moved her hands to Santana's hips and smiled as she turned around to face her. "And besides, Ariel totally got me bothered and I want sweet lady kisses." Santana laughed warmly as she followed the loony blonde back into the living room…
"Do you believe this?" Roberts whispered hoarsely to his partner who seemed to bear the same look of incredulity as he did. They had just gotten out of a rather tiresome conversation with one Sue Sylvester, who besides insulting both of them several times, cleared two of their main suspects in the crime. He had been quite sure the two girls were lying but Coach Sylvester had come up with video proof of the two sitting in the detention hall with several other students time-dated to the Saturday, paperwork, and even a sign-in sheet with the two's signatures.
"No. I thought they were lying." Michaels replied hollowly; the entire case was leaving him emotionally drained. He felt as if he was being pulled into two sides, the law and his morals. The law was screaming at him that the two girls were guilty of something and needed to be punished for at the very least abetting a felony but his moral side was arguing quite well. It felt like a stab through the heart, watching the two girls hold hands, watching Miss Lopez seemingly trying to shelter her girlfriend from the two. That part screamed at him that David Karofsky deserved this for hurting these people.
Roberts shot him a worried look and he shook it off as well as the onslaught of emotions. "Come on," he told his partner briskly, moving swiftly to the car and opening the driver's side door. "We need to check Brittany's and the others alibis." He barely waited for his partner to buckle his seatbelt before backing out of the parking lot and driving north towards the hospital.
His job was to uphold the law. David Karofsky had been cleared of the charges by the school and until the Berry's charges came through, he was an innocent man that had been dealt a cold blow by criminals and needed to be given justice. That was his job and nothing more. It didn't matter that his son's bloody face had become a source of nightmare's to him again as it stared accusingly at him until he woke in a cold sweat every night.
His job was to uphold the law for innocent, everyday people. Even horribly biased and judgmental people like David Karofsky… He must remember that…
So, I know I promised like, all of the alibis and such but I sat down to write this and it just kept going and got rather long so I decided to set it in segments. I'm kind of glad as well, because I think Roberts and Michaels should be more intertwined into the story plot and I think it's possible with Michaels's background. The next one has them at the hospital which means there will be Rachel moments / involvement included with whoever's alibi that will be shown. I hope you enjoyed the chapter (I particularly like Santana and her bitchy / over-protective side) and if you have any ideas or anything, just tell me. Until Next Time!