Disclaimers: I don't own L&O:CI, I only wish I did. Dick Wolf is the genius behind the show and we should all bow down to his brilliance.
"Hannah just take a deal! You don't want to leave your kids without a family do you?!"
She glared him angrily, her eyes burning from unshed tears. "If anyone is taking a family away from my kids it'll be you detective."
Goren's eyes stung. It was as though their words were like punches and the two of them were locked in a perpetual boxing match. At least that's how it felt. He drew in a deep breath and composed himself. "Alright…the killer cut her right forearm…" He grabbed her right arm.
Hannah tried to pull her arm away but Goren was too strong. He pulled her arm and pushed the sleeve up with his other hand. There was no cut.
Goren blinked at looked at her surprised.
Hannah glared at him and pulled her arm away. Goren tried for her other arm, thinking he might have been off, maybe the chair at the table had been moved and the killer had actually hurt her left arm instead of her right. Hannah backed away quickly so he couldn't see.
Goren's eyes shone with triumph for a moment and he smiled at her. "That's not the only thing we have on you." He walked up to her, backing her into the wall.
Hannah's heart raced. She definitely could see why he could be considered intimidating but she was more scared by the thought of Max being found out. She started thinking about how sweet Bobby had been and how much of a gentleman, how nice he treated her…before. Now she knew he was trying some creative way of getting information out of her. She had heard a murmur of some of the uniformed officers as she had been brought into the room. One told the other officer that "Goren's a loon but he gets the job done."
Hannah took a deep breath and glared at him. "Fine, what is it?"
"You were seen arguing with him on the Monday…March 19th…two days later you paid him $5000…tell me Hannah, why would you pay him money when he owes you five times that amount?"
She blinked, her expression softening for a moment. "It doesn't matter."
"Where did you get that money from? Your antique clock? It wasn't in your house anymore…now why would you go and sell that and give the money to your ex-husband who owes you child support? Why wouldn't you use it for your family, for people you care about?"
Hannah drew in another breath, feeling like this, of all questions, hurt the most. She had paid Jake off for nothing. And not only did she sell her clock for $4500, she could never get it back and Goren would never know. She would never tell him. "I want a lawyer."
Goren blinked and opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He pursed his lips together, annoyed and backed off. He gathered the papers up and put them into his folder. He started to wonder why she hadn't mentioned their relationship yet. It could very well throw the case out. At least a great lawyer could do that. He knew if Carver had been defending her or her son, he could get the case tossed in a hearbeat.
"And I want to see my kids." She demanded, louder and more confident.
He stood up and started to the door. "A-anything else?"
"No." She glared at him.
Goren left the room.
Max and Noah were sent in. Noah ran up to his mom and demanded to be picked up.
Max looked around the room, interested. He went up to the tv.
"Don't." Hannah said seriously. "Sit down."
"You know they're watching right now right?"
"I figured."
Goren watched Hannah and her kids. Her face always softened when they were near but she was still really angry. 'Well she couldn't get away with it.'
His eyes fell to Max. He put his left arm on the table then slowly lifted his right arm, doing the same. 'His arm's hurt…he had access to the car, he's smart he would know how to drive…the terrible parking job…the front door jams and is loud to open, he'd probably be afraid to wake his mom…the magnet in his room, if put next to the sensor for the alarm it would prevent the alarm from going off if he opened the window and snuck out on the fire escape. Hannah's protecting her son.'
He understood why she was so intent on not letting him see her arms. The absence of a cut on her arm didn't mean they wouldn't compare the blood at the crime scene. The blood droplets at the scene ruled Hannah out but not Max. If Hannah was compelled to take a DNA test, it would prove her son was the murderer.
Goren turned to the captain. "W-we need a court order."
"For what? We'll just need to wait until her lawyer gets here."
"Uh, no. She didn't do it...but it's possible that…" He pointed at Max. "He might have…his arm…" he glanced at the captain and Eames. "And he'd be angry enough…we need to compel him to talk."
"I'll make a call." Ross said and left the room. He and Eames left the room. She stopped in the doorway. "You coming?"
"In a minute." He said and waited for the door to shut behind Eames. As soon as she was gone he pressed the button on the speaker to listen to what Hannah and her kids were saying. Goren crossed his arms and rested his head in his palm, listening intently.
There, I've never written interrogation scenes before. Hopefully this turned out okay.
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