Prompt by animereid27: 4. Allen is Murder and Jeff gets framed for it. The police and community are already convinced he guilty and all the evidence pointing to him. So to prove his innocence Jeff escapes police custody and with Annie help search for the real Killer.
Word Count: 569
A/N: So I tooled the concept a bit because I couldn't legitimately make it work in my head if all the evidence (upon his arrest) was pointing to Jeff and I couldn't legitimately figure out how he would escape police custody. Jeff is intelligent and the study group is resourceful but they're not actually action heroes... Or Harrison Ford.
Disclaimer: If I owned Community, I probably wouldn't be writing fic. Which is to say, I don't own Community.
"Should it be this easy to escape policy custody? I mean, I'm being held on suspicion of murder. This isn't how accused murder suspects are treated." Abed stopped short.
"Jeff, I need you to stop talking and just go with it. You're ruining the break-out scene." Jeff pursed his lips and nodded.
"Okay, sure. I mean, what do I care? I'm turning into a fugitive but since they just left me unattended in a room, with no security, and an unlocked door-" A hissed 'Shut. Up.' from Troy finally prompted him to fall silent. They made their way down the hall, Troy and Abed boxing him in, while Jeff wore sunglasses, a trench coat, and- "Was it just that you couldn't find a mustache that was attached to glasses or did you prefer the look of them as separate pieces?"
"Jeff, you are ruining our escape! Shut up already!" Jeff took in Troy's irritated visage and harrumphed silently but did as he was told. A few minutes later, they exited the building and Jeff took a deep breath, savouring his freedom. He had only been locked up (held in custody, his inner lawyer corrected) for 6 hours but it had felt like forever. After making a bee-line for a car parked just past the police station, Troy and Abed halted abruptly.
"This is where we leave you." Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, you'll be in capable hands. The rest of this story is one of romance, treachery and justice! Troy and I are just the delivery boys, faithful to the cause. Ms. Edison, she's the one that's going to save you." With that, Abed opened the car door, Troy shoved Jeff in, and they took off running once they slammed the door closed. Annie turned to watch him where he lay half-crumpled into the backseat and smiled.
"They can get a little overzealous sometimes, sorry. We have to get going, though, we're on a bit of a timetable. If we want to prove your innocence… We've got work to do." Jeff heaved himself into an upright position and let a sigh escape.
"Annie, I appreciate the dialogue and the costume and the theatrics because it creates a certain verisimilitude but, seriously, how easy was that escape? It was too easy." Annie laughed.
"Yeah, so, you were arrested but they didn't have enough to hold you. I got in touch with Pierce when you were arrested and we retained a criminal lawyer from Boulder and within a few hours, you were free to go. I got the call while I was with Troy and Abed and they insisted on coming along. Plus, you know, the Greendale Police Dept isn't exactly as tough as the NYPD." She grew serious again. "But really, Jeff, the ridiculous stuff aside… They haven't forgotten about you. They just didn't have enough to keep you in custody. You're still the prime suspect. We really do need to figure out what happened and why you've been accused." Jeff relaxed against his seat, the full weight (and absurdity) sinking in.
"If it this was happening anywhere besides Greendale, I would say 'let the police handle it' or hire a PI. But of course, it's happening in Greendale. Okay." He steeled himself. "Let's do this."
Jeff Winger was suspected of murdering Alan Connor and Annie Edison was going to prove his innocence. Greendale would never be the same.