Looking through the bars in the window, Beca could only grumble, "It's another fine mess you got us into, Amy."
"How is this my fault?," Amy asked.
"How is this not your fault?," Beca retorted.
"Well, well, well," a voice calls out. "What do we have here?"
Beca glares at Amy.
"You called Chloe?," Beca asked her.
"I called Stacie," Amy said.
"And, Stacie called me," Chloe said from the other side of the bars. "She was with Aubrey, and shall we say, otherwise occupied. So, she called me to get you two."
"Gross," Beca said turning around to face Chloe.
Amy walked over and stood next to Beca and looked at Chloe.
"Hey, Ginge," Amy said with a smile. "Can you get us out of here?"
"Unfortunately, not yet," Chloe said. "You have to go to a bail hearing first."
"Bail hearing?," Beca asked. "I didn't have to go to a bail hearing last time."
"The charges are a little more serious than breaking a window, Becs," Chloe said. "The officer said you're being charged with assault on a police officer and evading arrest. They also said there might be charges of possession because you had some pot brownies and a small amount of weed in a box."
"I wasn't in possession of anything," Beca said. "That was Amy. And, she's the one who slapped the police officer and ran around while they chased her."
"He grabbed me from behind," Amy said. "I didn't know it was a cop. I thought he was some perv."
"Becs," Chloe said. "It was your car they found the stuff in. That's enough to charge you."
"But, Amy put it there," Beca said.
"I thought marijuana use was legal in Georgia," Amy said.
"It is," Beca said. "WITH A PRESCRIPTION!"
"Darren's mum has a prescription," Amy said.
"But Darren is not a registered seller," Beca said. "He's an illegal drug dealer."
"But, he's hot," Amy said.
"I can't wait to hear this story," Chloe said with a laugh. "Who's Darren and how did you end up with pot brownies?"
"Well," Amy said. "It started-"
"No," Beca said cutting Amy off. "I'll tell it. If you tell it I'll be spending the rest of my life in prison."
"Okay," Chloe said to Beca. "I'm listening."
"Okay," Beca said and sighed. "It started just after lunch when Amy asked me to drive her over to one of her boyfriends' place. I really didn't have anything to do, so I thought I'd help her out."
[Flashback]
"Hey, Shawshank," Amy said. "Can you give me a ride over to Darren's? He called to tell me he made some homemade brownies for me. And, I promised I'd deliver a gift to his mum for him. She lives just off campus so it won't be out of the way or anything.'
"Are you going to share your brownies with me?," Beca asked.
"He said he made enough for all of us," Amy said. "I thought I'd save them for dessert after dinner."
"Cool," Beca said. "Can we go now?"
"Sure," Amy said. "I'll text him and let him know we're on the way. I can't wait for you to meet him. He's really hot!"
"Let's go," Beca said and grabbed her keys. "I want to make sure we're back in time for dinner. CR's cooking and you know that means some Soul Food. I love when CR cooks."
"How come you're never this excited when I cook?," Amy said.
"You don't cook," Beca said. "You just order something delivered. And you make us pay for it."
"I have to," Amy said. "You girls don't like my vegemite sandwiches or my meat pies."
" Your meat pies are more like feet pies," Beca said. "They literally smell like feet. And don't get me started on that vegemite stuff. No one wants to eat any of that. Even Chloe. And she'll eat whatever anyone cooks because she doesn't want to hurt their feelings."
"And that's why I order out," Amy said. "No one appreciates it when I try and bring a little Australia to our American dinner table."
"Come on, we're wasting time," Beca said as she got in the car.
Amy got in and gave Beca directions to her boyfriend's house. Beca let out a low whistle when they pulled into the driveway. The place was huge and there were a lot of cars parked in the driveway. Really expensive cars.
"Is that a Lamborghini?," Beca asked seeing the expensive sports car.
"Yeah," Amy said. "That belongs to Darren. The Lambo and the two Range Rovers are his."
"What does your boyfriend do?," Beca asked.
"Um, let's just say," Amy said. "That he's a salesman."
"Must be pretty good at it to afford those cars and this sweet house," Beca said. "What does he sell? Drugs?'
Beca started laughing and Amy just stared at her
"The less you know," Amy said getting out of the car. "The better."
Beca stopped laughing and looked at Amy wide-eyed.
"Are you serious?," Beca asked. "Of course you are. I'll, um, just wait in the car."
"But I want you to meet Darren," Amy said. "He's really hot and I plan to keep him around for a while. I want you and the other girls to get to know him."
"I'm good," Beca said. "Maybe next time."
"Suit yourself," Amy called over her shoulder as she walked to the house.
Beca sat in the car looking around and saw a few people enter and exit the house. She checked her phone and saw that Amy had been in the house for almost 15 minutes. Beca decided to send Amy a text to see how much longer she would be.
Beca: How much longer?
Amy:10 minutes
Beca: Hurry up. I want to get home.
Amy didn't come out for another 20 minutes. She was carrying a large white box and a small box wrapped in brown paper. She leaned the box on the side of the car to open the car door.
"NO!," Beca said. "You are not bringing that shit into my car."
"Don't worry," Amy said. "It's just some homemade brownies and a gift for his mum."
"Let me see them," Beca said.
Amy sighed and opened the white box to show it was filled with brownies.
"Happy now?," Amy said.
"Amy!," Beca said. "I can smell the pot. Those are pot brownies. You can't serve them to the girls."
"Why not?," Amy said. "Everyone will love them. Here. Try one."
"No, no, no,' Beca said. "I don't want a brownie and I'm not driving you anywhere with that in my car. What if we get pulled over? We could go to jail. Once was enough for me."
"We won't get pulled over," Amy said. "Don't worry."
"It's what's in the brownies and in that box, that have me worried," Beca said.
"Fine," Amy said. "Then let me drive."
"How does that, it's not, arggh," Beca said banging her head on the steering wheel. "Fine. But put that shit in the trunk. I don't want to see it or smell it."
Beca gets out of the car and goes to the back and unlocks the trunk. Amy places the box in the trunk. Just then someone grabs Amy's arm and Amy spins around and slaps the person.
"Amy, NO!," Beca said when she realized it was a police officer that had grabbed Amy.
The police officer drops Amy's arm and staggers back from the blow. Amy comes up ready to swing again and Beca grabs her arm to stop her. Two other officers come over and wrestle Amy to the ground, taking Beca down with them. Beca is handcuffed and Amy gets away and starts running away from the police. Beca calls out to Amy to stop and come back but the blonde Aussie just keeps running around. Beca is put into the back of a police car. She watches as the officers take the box of brownies out of the car and open it. You can tell they smell the marijuana and close the box. They put the box with the other evidence that is brought out of the house.
Beca then watches as several officers attempt to catch Amy.
"She'd better thank me for all the extra cardio I've been forcing on them," Beca thought as she watched Amy continue to evade the police. They finally caught her after about 10 minutes and that was only because Amy had to stop to try and catch her breath. They handcuffed Amy and put her in the back of the police car with Beca.
"They're lucky I didn't unleash the kracken," Amy mutters as she settles back on the seat.
"You're lucky they didn't pull out the taser," Beca said.
The two girls sit quietly and watch as men wearing jackets that say "Georgia DEA" on the back, bring several more people out of the house in handcuffs.
"Just perfect," Beca said sarcastically. "Your boyfriend's house was just raided and we have a front row seat."
"That's him," Amy said excitedly as three DEA agents were dragging out a very muscular dark haired man. "Isn't he hot?"
"And that's how we ended up here," Beca said.
"He is hot," Amy said. "Isn't he?"
Beca just looked at her. She turned back to Chloe who was having difficulty holding back a smile.
"It's not funny, Chloe," Beca said.
"You're right it's not," Chloe said eyes gleaming. "This is very serious."
"I hate you both so much right now," Beca said as she leaned her head against the bars of the cell.
"Come on, Shawshank," Amy said. "We'll just explain that you were just giving me a ride and we didn't know about the pot."
"Amy," Beca said with a heavy sigh. "You could smell the pot when you opened the box. They'll never believe we didn't know what it was."
"I know some stuff about Darren's, um, operation," Amy said. "Maybe they'll cut me a deal."
"What about me?," Beca asked staring at Amy. "I'm an innocent bystander in all this."
"Well, you did know they were pot brownies when you told me to put them in the trunk," Amy said.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?," Beca asked through gritted teeth.
"Um, maybe, I can tell them you didn't know you were going to a drug dealer's house," Amy said. "And, eh, maybe I can tell them it's all my fault?"
"You think?," Beca asked.
"Mitchell and Wilson," an officer called them from behind Chloe. "Let's go. We're going to your bail hearing."
Chloe stepped aside as the officer opened the cell door and let Beca and Amy out. He closed and locked the door.
"We'll be taking them upstairs to Court Room B," the officer told Chloe. "You can meet them up there."
"Thank you," Chloe said and looked at Beca. "I'll see you upstairs."
"Okay," Beca said and followed the officer.
Chloe was sitting in the gallery waiting for Beca and Amy's names to be called. Amy came out first and the judge asked how she pleaded.
"Not guilty," Amy said. "And my friend, Beca Mitchell, doesn't know anything."
"I don't care what your friend does or does not know," the judge said. "Madam Prosecutor, what do you have to say about bail?"
"Well, the drug charges are minor," the prosecutor said. "But, Miss Wilson did strike a police officer and tried to avoid capture as well."
"I didn't know he was a cop," Amy blurted out.
"Miss Wilson," the judge said. "Be quiet or I will hold you in contempt. Let your lawyer speak for you."
"Sorry, your honor," Amy's public defender said. "It won't happen again. Although, I will repeat what my client said. She did not know that she was striking a police officer. Someone grabbed her from behind and she acted to protect herself."
"Your honor," the prosecutor said. "Miss Wilson is an Australian citizen and could be a flight risk. We ask that she surrender her passport and only be released into someone's custody who will ensure that she makes it to court once she makes bail. We recommend bail be set at $2,500."
"Alright," the judge said. "Miss Wilson, is there someone here with you who is willing to take responsibility for you once you are released?"
Amy looks back at Chloe with pleading eyes.
"I'll do it your honor," Chloe said standing up. "My name is Chloe Beale and I will also be posting Amy's, Miss Wilson's bail. I'll be doing the same for Beca Mitchell as well."
"Fine," the judge said. "Miss Wilson's bail is set at $2,500 and Miss Wilson will surrender her passport until after trial. She will be released into the custody of Ms. Beale once bail has been paid. Next."
Beca is brought in and has the same lawyer as Amy. The judge asks her how she pleads to the possession charges.
"Not guilty, sir," Beca said.
"Your honor," the prosecutor said. "We recommend that bail be set at the minimum for Ms. Mitchell. The marijuana was found in her car but we do have reason to believe that Ms. Wilson was solely responsible for it being there. The police report also shows that Ms. Mitchell tried to stop Ms. Wilson from striking Officer Jameson and also tried to get her to stop running from the other officers."
"We are agreeable to that, your honor," the public defender says.
"Okay," the judge said. "Ms. Beale? Are you willing to accept Ms. Mitchell into your custody and ensure that she will show for trial?"
"Yes sir," Chloe responds.
"Good," the judge says. "Bail is $500. Ms. Beale, Ms. Mitchell is released to you and will remain in your custody until her trial. Next."
Beca gives Chloe a small smile as she's led out of the Court Room. Chloe asks ones of the guards in the Court Room where she needs to go to get Amy and Beca and pay their bail. He directs her to the where she needs to be and she hurries out of the court room.
Amy and Beca have to sit in the cell until the paperwork for their release is processed. It takes about an hour before they are called and led out to where Chloe is waiting for them. Beca gives Chloe a big hug.
"Thank you," Beca mumbles into Chloe's hair.
"Yeah," Amy said joining the hug. "Thanks, Red."
"Let's go home," Chloe said. "My car is just down the block."
"What about my car?," Beca said.
"I think they impounded it as evidence," Chloe told her.
"What the hell?," Beca said. "I'm going to find out."
Beca walked over to the desk and spoke to the Sargeant. Chloe and Amy watches as she waved her arms around while speaking with the officer.
"Should we go get her before she gets thrown back in jail?," Amy asks Chloe.
"Let's just see how this plays out," Chloe said.
Beca came storming back over to Chloe and Amy.
"I can't get my car for at least 2 weeks," Beca said. "They're using it for evidence and the crime scene folks have to go through it."
"Let's go home," Chloe said. "Beside, I can take you wherever you need to go until you get your car back."
"Fine," Beca said glaring at Amy. "And, if you're not available, Amy can pay for all my Ubers."
"What?," Amy yells. "That's not fair."
"Me not having a car for 2 weeks, because of you I might add, is not fair," Beca said as they walk out of the station continuing to argue.
Chloe stands there and shakes her head. She takes a deep breath and follows them. It's close to midnight when the three girls slowly make their way into the Bella house. They are surprised that all of the other Bellas are still up. They all come running to greet Beca and Amy.
"How was jail the second time around?," CR asked Beca with a grin.
Beca just looked at her. Amy on the other hand was regaling the girls with what happened. Beca walked into the kitchen only to find everything was already cleaned up from dinner. CR walked in behind Beca and went over to the refrigerator. She pulled out three covered plates and set them on the counter.
"I thought you might be hungry when you got back," CR said unwrapping the plates and putting one in the microwave.
Beca just hugged CR. Chloe walked in and smiled.
"Shall I leave you two alone?," Chloe said and winked at CR.
"I saved you all some food," CR said. "Beca was just showing her appreciation."
Chloe walked over and gave CR a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, CR," Chloe told. "That was really sweet of you."
CR smiled and put the second plate in the microwave. She put the first plate in front of Beca and Beca started eating. Chloe was given the second plate and sat next to Beca to eat. CR put the last plate in the microwave and went to tell Amy her food was ready.
"So," Chloe said to Beca when they were alone. "How are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess," Beca said. "I'll need to tell my dad about this."
"I'll go with you if you want," Chloe said.
"Thanks," Beca said finishing her food. "I'd like that. Also, I don't think I've thanked you properly for bailing us out."
"You haven't," Chloe said leaning closer.
"Well, then I should fix that immediately," Beca said and captured Chloe's lips in a kiss.
Chloe kissed her back and they only separated when Amy and CR walked in.
"I'm tired," Beca said. "It's been a long day and I'm going to bed."
"I'll go up with you," Chloe said. "Good night, CR. Thanks again for the food. Good night, Amy."
"Good night, you two," CR said,
"Yeah, CR. Thanks for saving us some food," Beca told CR as she and Chloe walked out of the kitchen.
Beca and Chloe bid the other girls a good night as they walked past the living room. Beca followed Chloe upstairs and into Chloe's room. Beca stopped in the doorway and watched as Chloe went over to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Chloe pulled something out but Beca couldn't see what it was because Chloe didn't turn around.
"Close and lock the door, Beca," Chloe said with her back still to Beca.
Beca did as she was told and stood by the door.
"What's going on, Chlo?," Beca asked. "We didn't really need to lock the door. I'm really tired and just want to go to sleep."
"Are you sure about that?," Chloe asked.
Chloe slowly turned around and lifted her hand. Beca's eyes widened and she swallowed hard when she saw a pair of handcuffs dangling from Chloe's fingers.
"Wh- what are those for?," Beca asked.
"For you," Chloe said.
Chloe walked over to Beca, twirling the cuffs in her hand as she did. She stopped when she was standing directly in front of Beca.
"You know, Becs, the judge said you have to remain in my custody," said Chloe with a mischievous grin and wink.
I want to apologize if I offended any Australian readers with the meat pies and vegemite dislike in this story. It was not intentional. Also, I know nothing about all the legal stuff except for what I've seen on Law&Order. I also googled a few things and then just made up the rest. Hope you enjoyed it.