Witch in White
Disclaimer: I now own way too many DVD's since every movie store around me is going out of business, but I still do not own Charmed or Supernatural.
A/n: Yes this update was not weekly or bi-weekly, but is actually tri-weekly. I was rather busy the two weeks before this last one. The week before last was filled with mid-terms and Spring Break prep. But once Spring Break came I became freed up to work on this fic. Now that Spring Break is ending I am quite sad and do not wish to return to classes. Hopefully updating will make me less sad. Yes, I can feel the effects starting to work already. So here is chapter 8. I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 8: You talking like misdemeanor trouble, or squeal-like-a-pig trouble?
Sam peered out from behind the window curtains. "Dean," he stated into his cell phone, "we might have a slight problem."
"What's that suppose to mean, Sam?" questioned Dean, skeptically, from the other line.
"I probably shouldn't have let Melinda go out on her own," Sam replied.
"What's that suppose to mean? Just spit it out already! What's going on Sammy?"
The curtain closed as the younger Winchester turned to focus fully on his telephone conversation. "The police are right outside our room, and they're arresting Melinda."
The other end was silent for a pause.
"Sam. Stay inside. I'm on my way back to the motel. We'll decide what to do when I get there."
The door open and an officer Melinda had not met yet enter the interrogation room. He placed a stack of files on the table before he sat down across from the curious brunette. Picking up the top file, he spread out its contents for her to see. Melinda leaned forward to glance at glossy security camera photos of her from just the day before.
"That's you Melinda," the officer, a Lieutenant Welch, started. Melinda noticed the name tag pinned to his chest. "In a picture taken yesterday morning at a local occult shop."
The young witch looked up at the officer. "Yes." She knew how these things went. The officer would show her photos, watching her reaction to see if she gave anything away, and continue to tell her the story of what they thought led to a legitimate arrest of an innocent person. The less she said, the better her chances were of leaving sooner.
Welch showed her another photo. This time it was her talking to the store's owner. "That's you talking to Mr. Lee." He pulled out another photo. Melinda was surprised to notice it was an autopsy photo of the old man's body. "Mr. Lee was found yesterday night, his body lying in the middle of his shop. His throat was slashed. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you, Ms. Halliwell?"
Melinda almost cried but years of witnessing some unlucky innocents being slayed allowed her to remain calm. She felt herself grow sadder when the lieutenant placed another photo in front of her; she and Lee were smiling at one another.
"After I said goodbye to Adam that morning, I never saw him again," Melinda said.
"You didn't go back later that night?" The young girl shook her head at the officer's question.
"If I did, you would be showing me photos from the security tapes recorded yesterday night."
"If there were photos, you would already be behind bars, waiting to go to trial. But then there's something funny about that. After your visit there are no more photos. Ten minutes after you leave the store the tapes show static, and nothing but static until ten minutes after Mr. Lee is murdered. I find that strange, don't you Ms. Halliwell? With some further checking into your background, I found that a lot of strange things seem to happen around your family. Including a lot of unsolved cases."
Melinda refused to say anything at this point; this was certainly not the first time such a thing had occurred for a Halliwell. Noticing her silence, Lieutenant Welch decided to switch his method of approach.
"How well did you know Mr. Lee, Ms. Halliwell?"
"I prefer to be called Melinda. Only the older women in my family are called Ms. Halliwell."
"Alright. Will you answer the question, Melinda?"
"Adam was a friend of the family. He knew my parents."
Welch glanced back at his files. He pulled out a sheet with a printed report from a thicker file in the stack. "Leo Wyatt and Piper Halliwell. Your mom is deceased, is she not?"
"Yes."
"And your father? What's he do?"
"Works."
"From your tone of voice, I take it he's not around much."
Melinda did not even blink. She continued to watch Welch as he watched her.
Welch spoke up once again. "But then again, we're here to find out who killed Mr. Lee, not to discuss our daddy issues."
"Well I didn't kill Adam. He was a friend I went to for some help. So either ask some relevant questions or let me go," the brunette had to force herself not to bite out her words. She was much better at containing her anger than her brother Chris but the police were never very high on her list of friends.
Without warning, the interrogation room door opened and an officer peeked in. He glanced quickly at Melinda before turning to Welch.
"You have a phone call from an F.B.I. agent named Michael Morris. He says he has information on Melinda Halliwell," the new officer informed the two people in the room.
"What kind of information?" Welch wanted to know.
"He didn't say," was the other officer's reply.
Lieutenant Welch looked at Melinda. "You have to go to the bathroom?" he said. He got a glare in return.
Welch stood up and left the room with the other officer. Left by herself, the young witch stared down at the glossy photos with remorse. She may not like Lieutenant Welch, but the man did have a point. Strange things did happen around her family, strange things that got many people killed.
A few minutes passed before Melinda began to hear muffled yelling. She could just make out the sounds of Welch's angry ranting into a station phone. Suddenly she heard him slamming down the receiver and then thundering footsteps headed her way. Welch wrenched open the door to glare at the room's occupant. He entered, again taking his place opposite Melinda.
"Seems you've got friends in high places who like to make your day lucky and then piss off us regular, hard-working folk," the angry officer growled out. "You're free to go, Ms. Hallwell."
"Thank you, Officer Welch," Melinda replied, purposely leaving out his official title. She swiftly got out of her chair and began to make her way towards the door. She was stopped though when Welch picked up another photo.
"Before you go," he said, "I have one more question for you." She turned back and saw the photo; Dean was talking to Adam Lee. "We were able to get a picture of one other person before the rest of the tape was damaged," Welch explained. "Do you know this man?"
Melinda looked up at Welch's face, then back at the photo. "No," she lied easily.
As soon as she was out of the station, Melinda pulled out her cell phone to find that she had two missed calls. Each one had come in only minutes before she was released. She scrolled through the call history to check the numbers. With a small grimace, she pressed redial.
Wyatt picked up immediately. "Mel! Are you alright? When Michael called to tell us that you had been arrested I almost orbed right to you! What's going on?"
"I'm fine, Wyatt," Melinda tried to calm her eldest brother. "Michael was able to get them to let me go."
"Why are you being arrested in the first place? I thought you told Chris you were being careful. He's not going to be happy when he finds out about this."
"Wyatt." Melinda cut in. "Adam Lee's dead. He was killed by a demon."
"And the cops think you did it," Wyatt inferred.
"Yes. I was in his shop yesterday, asking if he had seen dad, and the cops found footage of me on the store's security tapes."
"Did you actually see Adam get killed?"
"No. It happened yesterday night. I was…busy with some other things."
"Mel. What are you getting yourself into?"
"Nothing I can't handle. Besides, I have help." Even though her brother could not see her, Melinda grinned.
"What kind of help?"
"The useful kind. But I still am not sure who killed Adam. I may have to stop by later to check the Book."
Wyatt tried to help his sister. "Tell me more about what happened to Adam and I'll check the Book. Then we can meet up to look for the demon."
"I can handle it, Wy. I've been taking care of myself just fine these past few months."
Not wanting to argue too much and then have Melinda refuse to contact the family for days, the Twice-Blessed spoke calmly. "I know. It's just that we haven't seen you for a long time and demons take advantage when the family separates. We worry about you, Mel. We wouldn't be family if we didn't."
"You probably wouldn't be Piper Halliwell's children either," chuckled the younger sibling.
"Mom did have a tendency to worry," agreed Wyatt. "I think Chris inherited the most of that."
"If I get into too much trouble I promise to call. You are just an orb away. So please let me handle what I can by myself. I am planning on coming home soon."
"Oliver told me the same thing but I wasn't inclined to believe him. You've been gone so long I have to wonder if you've actually just run away."
"After everything that's happened to our family, I know it's impossible to run away."
Melinda could hear Wyatt sigh on the other end. She knew he was agreeing with her and that she was about to get her way.
"If there is even the smallest chance of you getting hurt, be it a tiny cut or a little burn, you call. Chris and I will orb right in. Promise me, Melinda. Promise me that you won't get yourself hurt."
"I promise, Wy," Melinda solemnly vowed.
"See you soon, then?"
"As soon as possible," agreed the female witch.
Wyatt hung up on his side.
to be continued…
A/n: Yay for another chapter! Hey look! Wyatt sort of made an appearance! And for quite a while too. Maybe he'll begin to worry too much about his sister and make a real appearance. We shall have to see! Well I have to go cry since my Spring Break is officially ending very soon. I hope everyone enjoyed chapter 8! Review please! Happy Pi Day to everyone!
