A/N: Hey, guys! It's L here, or Twilighthp95. Sorry this chapter took so long, but I've been really busy lately. I haven't even been able to post on my individual fanfiction very much. But I finally got you a chapter! So enjoy!

Chapter 10

xMaureenx

I held my breath, waiting for the explosion from Joanne. But it never came.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she sighed, and I could see her, rubbing her head, glaring at anyone else who was in the room, still in the bed, fresh from her … long sleep, hanging up the phone, and getting up to brush her wild hair while wondering what you were supposed to wear to bail someone out of jail.

I reluctantly hung up the phone and turned around. A large, muscly, well, person,was waiting for the phone behind me. I swallowed and gave … the person … a shaky smile, taking the few steps to stand next to the officer who had accompanied me the whole three yards from my cell to the pay phone on the grungy wall by the main desk of the police station.

"Done?" asked the police officer gruffly. In the few hours I had been here, it had become very clear that the police officers took their jobs of reeling in drunk drivers very seriously. It wasn't as if any real crime that went on would be given to the NYCJPS (New York City Junior Police Squad). They were just a backup for the little things while the NYPD took care of the real stuff. But it didn't look as if any of the employees here would accept or even acknowledge that fact.

I nodded, and the officer walked me back to the holding cell where half a dozen other recently-arrested people were glaring at each other. The officer locked me back in the cell, and I turned around, smiling nervously at a heavily-tattooed man who was punching one fist into the other purely for amusement as I sat down as far away as possible from him on one of the benches, next to a sobbing, scrawny-looking girl who couldn't be over twenty.

She lifted her head from where she had it in her hands to look at me.

"Do you know," she said quietly, almost angrily, although she was still crying, "that this the fifth time I've been arrested this week?"

It was Tuesday.

I got up and walked to the other bench.

I was just about to ask the scary man why he was staring at me like that (he was starting to remind me of that woman in rubber) when someone said, "Maureen- Maureen Johnson ?"

I jumped to my feet.

"In here!" I called.

The police officer who had called my name came into view outside my cell and said, "There's a Joanne Jefferson here to bail you out. Do you know this woman?"

"Yes, I do," I answered quickly.

"All right, then I'll let you out," replied the police officer, almost looking disappointed as she fished some keys out her pocket and unlocked door, pulling the bars aside. The other prisoners glared jealously at me as I skipped merrily out of the cell and out of their sight, to where Joanne was waiting next to main desk, filling out paperwork and then pulling her wallet easily out of her organized purse to get the bail money.

"Yay! I'm so glad you're here!" I said, clapping my hands together and rocking back and forth on my toes.

"Yeah, well, we'll discuss this on the way home," said Joanne, looking very frazzled as she handed the police officer the money and thanked her.

We walked silently out of the station. Joanne's jaw was clenched and I could tell she was angry with me. She yanked open the door to the car while I climbed in the passenger side. I buckled up and looked over at her. She had both hands on the wheel in an iron grip and was looking at the floor. Through clenched teeth, she said slowly, "I would like you to calmly and rationally explain to me why I had to bail you out of the local jail and exactly what happened to get you there."

Teehee nice little cliffy for whichever author writes the next chapter to pick up. Want to encourage us to write more? REVIEW! And by the way, I know it's not so long, but I'm sure the next chapter will be up soon, so that'll make up for it.