Hey I decided to publish another chapterin the same week! not a record, but it is still good! Yay we finally get to meet Freddie woop woop :). Enjoy…
Disclaimer: read chapter 1
It has been eating away at me all week, now it is Wednesday morning and today is the day of the interviews. I put on my favourite black pant suit with white ruffle blouse. I wore it with a thin red belt around the waist and my red heals. A bit formal, but I know I am not going to do any field work today. I met Izzy in the parking lot, got in her 4x4 and set off to HQ.
My classmates are supposed to get here for 11am and it is 8am now. This gives my time to mentally prepare myself before my first group. Sure it had Carly, Wendy and Jake in it but then it also had Spencer and Freddie, two people which I haven't seen since I was younger.
Spencer has done well; he is quite a renowned artist now. He had got some of his sculptures in famous galleries all over the country so he does a lot of travelling. Carly visits him a lot, so she keeps me up to date with his wacky shenanigans. He has a girlfriend she is called Shannon, quite normal according to Carly, which she was quite surprised about. I thought he would date some crazy art chick but ah well.
He still lives in Bushwell Plaza (when he is at home), but apparently crazy doesn't live across the hall from him anymore, she moved to the newer apartment block which was built just 4 blocks away from Bushwell. Rumour has it that she and Lewbert had another fling and after she broke up with him, he didn't take it well. He started stalking her and going into her apartment and… you don't want to know. So let's just say she wanted to get away from Lewbert. Well who doesn't? I guess Freddie still lives with his mom, as the saying goes once a mother's boy always a mother's boy. That's not the actual saying is it? Ah well, it is now.
After I finished 'preparing' it was half nine so I decided to go to the cafeteria and get some food. I was so nervous this morning that I skipped breakfast, so I ran down there before everyone else came and took all of the tables.
When I entered I was surprised, it was quite quiet. There were the DNA nerds nearest me discussing the new found way of getting some DNA, and the botanist people talking about plants. Are there no interesting people in this place? (apart from me and Izzy obviously).
I joined the line for the food and soon realised who I was stood behind. Her name is Phoebe Kyle (a/n a mixture of Phoebe Buffay and Jeremy Kyle ;D) and she is the CSI physiatrist. She talks to victims relatives to help them get over the loss and she sometimes talks to the criminals to try and understand why they did it. I can't stand her; she thinks I have an 'unhappy aura' or something like that.
So she wouldn't talk to me, I tried to grab my bacon sandwich and ketchup without her noticing. I was successful but I stupidly whispered a victorious 'yes' when I was about to leave. She, sadly, heard me and turned around.
"Samantha, how are you doing?" she said encircling her fingers, with numerous rings on each, around her coffee cup.
"fine" I said through gritted teeth, I didn't say anything else or she would take it into a full blown convocation, where I feel like shooting myself with my gun (oh yes I have a gun, a fully loaded gun I might add).
"Oh that is great but I still think you will benefit from some of my help for your… situation" she said that while pulling a face, like she had just smelt something horrible. As she said that she started to try and pick bits out of the air (A/N like Phoebe in friends!).
Confused of what she was doing, I asked her "what in the name of chiz are you doing?" because, as unusual as it is, I have never had… this done to me before. Plus her face was starting to creep me out. Not that she, in general, doesn't creep out.
"Oooh you aura's all out of whack" she said continuing her motions.
"You're all out of wack" I growled and swatted her hands away. I snatched her coffee and stomped away with my breakfast. I took a sip of the coffee and made a satisfied face "mmm… hazelnut"
I found a 2 seater table I the corner, near a window so I could look out of the window at the sun outside. This was a regular routine when I don't have breakfast at home, but I try to avoid Phoebe and my other colleagues as well (they aren't much better) at all costs.
Also I have the same debate in my head 'Why should I have to pay for the food here? I work here and I am one of the best employees, so I shouldn't pay ten dollars for one bacon sandwich'. The 'none pay' side always wins. I squirted the ketchup on my breakfast and got ready for one delicious meal.
I finished ten minutes later but stayed for longer as I realised I couldn't be bothered to work. So with the coffee (which I took) and a magazine someone left on the table in front of me, I stayed for another hour or so.
It was quite relaxing, until I looked at my watch and realised it was quarter to 11. I left the ketchup packet remains and the paper coffee cup on the table.
I strode through the halls until I was outside the interrogation rooms and saw that everyone was already here, even Phoebe.
"Ready to go?" Izzy asked talking to everyone, they all nodded with numerous yeah's, sure's and fine's.
"Sure let's just get it over and done with" I shrugged my shoulders. I got lead by guards to entrance of room one.
All of the rooms were the same with clear sound proof walls with security cameras in every corner. The only way outsiders could hear the convocation was if the microphones, which were hid, were turned on (they are always turned on unless you turn them off yourself). There always a giant plain metal table in the middle with simple office chairs either side. The distance between the two sides is about two meters because there are some vicious people in here and it is hard to grab someone two meters away with a giant table in the middle, and if they do try it gives the security time to act on them. To be honest the security here is not that good. Not bad, but could be better. Anyway there is usually one chair either side but for this case they brought in four more and put them all on the same side.
In those five chairs could see my best friend, my best friend's sister, my long time crush , a failure of a singer and an old time friend sat not saying a word.
I opened the door, all eyes were on me and the two guards I had with me. I didn't plan on using them, I never usually do, and they just add the fear factor.
As soon as Carly saw that it was me I saw her relax. I smiled at her and Spencer and she smiled back at me and Spencer just nodded. I stood in the middle of the room.
"Fr-fr-fr-freddie?" I stuttered. I don't know why I was questioning the fact that Mr Fredward Benson was standing inbetween former class mates. I could see him with both my eyes. He looked… different. He was wearing a dark wash jeans, navy blue striped polo shirt and white sneakers with blue stripes on the side. His eyes were covered with the sexiest looking glasses I have ever seen, they were black with a rectangular frame with one dark blue stripe going down the side.
"Sam?" he tried to focus on my face, like old people with bad sight look at a newspaper trying to focus on the words. Like with me, I didn't know why he was doing it; we both knew it was me. His shocked face turned into a smirk "so this is where you ended up Puckett, we all knew you were going to end up in a police line-up" he said standing up
I raised my eyebrows and put my hand on my hip. "That's Detective Puckett to you Benson, sit down" I said making my gun attached to my belt clearly visible
"Detective Puckett... hmm... I like that" he said smiling with this sparkle in his eye
"Shut up Benson and do as I said. Sit. Back. Down" I said accenting the last three worlds.
"Will you at least tell us what we are here for" Jake interrupted.
"Yeah some of us had to travel along way to get here" I heard Freddie add
"Fine" I nodded at the security and they blocked all doors and made there fully loaded guns visible, this made the tension in the room increase. "Don't talk while I am explaining or I will use these" pointing to the security guards.
"Well first things first, if you don't already know, I am Detective Sam Puckett. None of you are in trouble at the moment we just want information. You see that one of our former class mates, or acquaintances for some, was brutally murdered on the 11th of July" I saw Jake want to speak but I just gave him a cold glare and he got back in line
"His name was Jonah Williams" I saw their faces turn into shock, but Carly's stayed the same, probably because she has known for a week or so.
"We don't know by who or why, but that is what you are for" they all raised their eyebrows and started saying things like "I never killed anyone" or "I have been on holiday all week".
"I'm not saying that you did it but we need information on why someone would want to kill him, so you will each be taken separately and interviewed by one of our officers. Any information you have will be incredibly useful" I said putting on a sickeningly sweet smile. I nodded and they all stood and left after the guards except Carly. She was the first to feel the wrath of Officer Izzy Scott.
I did the same speech for the other groups and I got the same expressions.
Not wanting to hear any of the news until the end of the day I walked to Izzy's office and started to do some of the paperwork that was stacked on her desk. Fun.
It was 4pm when I got a text from Izzy saying that nearly all the interviews were over and they were meeting in room four, so I put down the pen and walked back the interview rooms, rubbing my had to try and get the pain to subside. Who would have thought paperwork was so painful? I walked in and jumped on the table and let my legs swing.
"So tell me what you found out" I said, clapped my hands and then rubbed them together. I picked up pen and paper, getting ready to write something down.
When I got the reviews of the interviews back there wasn't anyone suspicious no one had any other information to what we already knew, just things like Jonah's family, his address and his past. We didn't need to know about his past; they have me and Carly for that job. But then the last interview review came in it was from Freddie all the same stuff, past, his address but then apparently he seemed quite emotional when they told him he had died, more than the others. By the end I had about two things written down and a lot of doodles at the bottom. I especially liked the one of a tiger but I couldn't decide what it was going to chew on.
"Sam are you even listening?" James said taking my paper away from me, "quite an artist I see" I was about to say something when Izzy came in panting "we might have a break through" my eyes widened, I didn't realise that she wasn't here
"What-who-how?… TELL ME!" I shouted, I seriously thought today was a waste of time and that nothing useful had been brought forward.
"Freddie Benson is-was Jonah's roommate when he died" she panted
"Get him in the room NOW" I jumped down and followed her out of the rooms.
in the interogation rooms
I slammed my hands on the desk which made a whimpering Freddie jump a little. We had called freddie back in the same day. His interview had only finished about 5 minutes previous, so he was only in the parking lot trying remember where he had parked his car in the multy stort parking lot. He seemed reluctant to come in at first but when we (I) threatened him with a fine he agreed. Funny that isnt it?
"Why didn't you tell us you lived with Jonah" I said standing up opposite side of the table to him, he looked down fiddling with his thumbs
"I-I forgot" he shrugged his shoulders "well I was emotional to know my roommate had died when I thought he was on holiday to Seattle, plus can't you look at my personal records or something to see where I live?"
That is true we can go through their personal records. Find out where they live, who they live with and other things like that. We have looked at Jonah's records, found other suspects but they have been cleared; they have proofed alibies. We didn't look at his address because I knew where he lived so we never thought to look. Gosh our team can be so careless.
"Why would he have a holiday to Seattle, his work only gives him 1 holiday a year. Why would he spend it on going to Seattle?" I said leaning on the table with my fingertips ignoring his last remark. I know he hates
"Well if it helps you, he has already had his holiday, this is an extra one. Don't know how he got it, his boss is really strict like that" he said looking up, I stood up clearing my throat and crossed my arms and slowly paced in front of the table
"Anything else you didn't tell us?" I glared at him
Freddie thought about this for about a minute "he has been glued to his phone for about… three months I think. Whenever he got a text he would always jump for it, seem really happy, and then look at it in sheer terror. He would then go into the bathroom. This happened three times a week. The same routine. Jump, happy, terror, bathroom." I saw Freddie look down like he was going to cry. But he sniffed and coughed and sat back up. "I'd like to leave now"
"Ok but don't go far; you might be called back in" I said sympathetically. I hated to see him cry, I used to like to see his pain but I hated to see him cry. I always thought I had pushed it too far when he cried.
"Ok, it was nice meeting you again Sam" Freddie smiled and walked out of the room.
I walked around the table, slumped in the chair he was previously in and rested my head on my hands, and just hoped this case would be ended by tomorrow.
That's this chapter I was wondering whether I should do the next day from Sam's point of view or this same chapter in Freddie's or Spencer's point of view, what do ya think please let me know!
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