Emmett
"Just what the hell were you guys doing at that place?" Charlie questioned his tone harboring more concern than actual anger as he processed Emmett into the jail's computer system. Alice watched him type the name into the system, a faint smile perking up her features as he intentionally used an alternate last name in an effort to protect not only Emmett from any lasting ridicule but Carlisle as well. "It's dangerous and especially on a holiday such as Halloween," he looked up from the keyboard his expression demanding a straight answer to his question.
"We were looking to have some fun," Alice answered realizing how lame her response sounded only after her gaze locked with Charlie, "Look, Emmett didn't do anything wrong. He was trying to protect us from some drunken sot who was brandishing first a broken bottle and then a knife. A young woman might die because of that asshole. Please Charlie…you can't…"
It was apparent that he really didn't want to have to incarcerate Emmett but that he really had no choice. "I'm sorry Alice. He will remain confined until I get a straight story as to what happened from my detectives." He took Emmett's fingerprints and scanned them into the system along with his license number and information to be sure that there were no other outstanding warrants on his record. After a few minutes of studying the computer screen, his focus returned to her. "Look, he will have to submit to a B.A test and if he's drunk it is only going to make this worse."
"Charlie, Emmett is not drunk, he…" She stopped in mid-sentence realizing that blurting out the fact that Emmett couldn't get drunk would only serve to add to the suspicion of others. "He was defending us and that poor woman, that's all he was doing."
"Maybe so but until I get a straight story as to what actually happened and a report from the hospital as to the condition of the so called attacker, he has to remain here. If it turns out that the other was at fault and Emmett's actions were in self-defense as you say then I can release him into adult custody, until then I'm sorry." He insisted taking Emmett by the arm.
He didn't resist as Charlie guided him to one of the solitary holding cells and unlocked the door. He stepped into the cell and stood still as Charlie closed and locked the cell door behind him.
"Emmett, if you need something just ask," Charlie reminded clipping the keys back onto the ring at his belt He moved once more to the desk and provided both Alice and Rose with the proper paperwork to file a statement as to what had taken place at the club. "Give your statement. Be as detailed as possible and leave nothing out."
"Told you this was a bad idea," Rose hissed rolling her eyes in obvious disgust at even being involved in this growing disaster. She took the clipboard with the paperwork and a pen and flopped down in one of the chairs that lined the wall of the processing area.
"Shut up Rose or else…"Alice retorted, leaving the paperwork briefly to go over to the cell where Emmett was being held, still in handcuffs. "Don't worry Emmett; we'll get you out of here. Are you okay?" She questioned noticing the faint bruise that was beginning to appear just beneath his right eye.
He gave a rather disheartened nod, and she could tell that he was trying very hard not to be worried even though deep down he was terrified—not of being incarcerated but of Carlisle's reaction and the storm of temper that was no doubt going to explode when he found out what had happened. "I didn't do anything Alice, I just wanted to…"
Alice shook her head, "I know and we will get you out of here, just don't give up Emmett," She reached through the bars of the cell door and put her hands on his arms. "Look at me," she insisted waiting until she had his full attention before trying to further console him, "Your actions saved lives, you did the right thing. This is just protocol until Charlie has the whole story that's all." She squeezed his arms in an effort to comfort him some. "I'm going to go sign a statement and make a phone call and then I'll come back and check on you, deal?"
"Yeah," he answered his expression a myriad of emotions the strongest of them being fear of Carlisle's temper. He watched her as she took the clipboard from the desk and quickly filled out the paperwork, clearly and concisely writing out her own statement as to what took place before getting up and stepping out of the room into the foyer to use her cell phone…
