Vash watches as a small pack of pictures are thrown in front of him, "You know who these men are?" A tall detective asks pulling out a chair and siting facing him.

"No." Vash answers pushing the pictures away definitely, "And I know my rights."

"Yeah? So what does that mean? Because an innocent man doesn't need a lawyer. So if you ask for one then I have to think you know more than you're telling me." The detective stares him down.

Vash just stares back, "I want my lawyer. Now."

"Fine suit yourself but if I get a warrant and find something…I don't know like a hand gun then what else should I think? Especially if you brought it over state lines cause then…" He pulls Vash's chair in close so they lock eyes inches apart, "You're in a shit ton of trouble and then I can't help you. Alfred can't help you and what will happen to your sweet little sister? I mean what kind of live will she have after this or worse making her deal with the trauma of a trial."

Vash doesn't waver nor even blink, "I want my lawyer."

The detective stands and walks out, "Okay but it might take a few hours for him to get here you know."

"Lawyer."

The detective closes the door and sighs, "Sorry man, I'll go another round in an hour or so." He says turning to Alfred.

Alfred nods looking back into the small integration room from a one way mirror, "Yeah but if he did do it we'll need something else cause I don't see him cracking anytime soon especially with his lawyer on his way."

The other detective smiles, "Well you know those damn lawyers can get stuck in traffic and then it takes hours to get here."

Alfred doesn't like the sound of his tone, "Or Sam you get him his phone and you watch him make that call." If Alfred's going to get a confession it's going to be one that will stick with the grand jury and not one that will be thrown out the instant it's shown because of police misconduct.

Sam just smirks, "It will stick Al trust me."

His blue eyes turn hard in an instant, "And I said go get the fucking phone and get his lawyer down here."

Sam just stares for a moment at his Sargent before turning around and lets it slip, "Fucking faggot."

"The hell did you just say!?"

Sam turns around staring, "Nothing…sir."

Just as the Captain approaches Sam turns back around and walks away still from the higher ranking detective muttering. "Something wrong?"

Alfred watches the other man go for a moment, "Just the amount of ignorance that runs through this damn department."

"Blame the bureaucratic bullshit for that. But I meant the case." His grey haired Captain says leading the younger man back down the hall and away from both the interrogation room and the other detective. "Where are we Son?"

Alfred's always seen him as a second father since they met nearly ten years before at a chance encounter at a small restaurant. "He lawyered up and he's not talking to anyone."

"I expected as much, but what about that man…Arthur is it? Did you say he was profiler or something."

Alfred stops right outside the Captain's door, "Yeah he was, but he knows Vash and the last victim so…" It's the same reason he didn't interrogate Vash, he's too close to him and his sister. Alfred stops and reaches for his phone realizing that Erika might not have a clue about her brother yet or even worse she's been told and nobody's there with her. "Hey Cap I'm uh going to make a quick call."

"Good then after that call in that 'friend' of yours and get him down here." The older man opens his door, "A profiler is a profiler and I'll take anyone I can get. Even if he has to sit outside and listen in I don't care."

After five deaths and a near fatal stabbing Alfred knows the older man has the mayor breathing down his neck as he starts to dial. "Peter?"

"Hey Al what's up?"

Alfred inhales slowly walking into the hallway, "Son is Erika at school today?"

After a moment of silence Peter answers, "Uh…yeah but…she' really upset cause Vash got arrested! Al she's really upset and I don't know what to do and now Karen's crying cause Erika's crying and, and..."

"Okay calm down and put Erika on the phone please and where the hell are you?"

More silence, "Um…the girl's locker room. Here's Erika!"

His eyes grow wide trying hard not to smile at Peter's antics before he hears a small female voice, "Hello Alfred…"

"Erika…Honey I want to give you a number of a friend you can stay with to-"

"NO…I…" Her voice cracks slightly, "I want to stay with you and Arthur. And I know you arrested him and all but…I don't trust anyone else…please?"

The blonde man rubs his forehead feeling a headache forming as he sighs, "Tonight, come home with Peter and Karen and tomorrow…we'll come up with something."

"Thank you Al…I really mean it." She hangs up and he quickly redials, "Shit the D.A's going to just love this."

"I don't think he did it." Arthur says after a long quiet car ride home. They had been watching the interrogation for the past seven hours without Vash changing his story. And Arthur knows from experience what that means.

Alfred sighs, "Yeah I don't either but fuck I was sure he did it and now." He hits his palm hard on the steering wheel, "We just fucked up his life for what?" He hits the steering wheel again, "Shit!"

Arthur folds his arms and sighs, "If you don't calm down I swear I'll make dinner tonight." He watches the panic in his lover's eyes, "Now listen to me and listen good. We didn't fuck up his life but…maybe this is his chance to finally move on from his past."

"You think?"

"I know Love and maybe know Erika will finally open up more about other things."

As they pull up Alfred quickly pulls out the key, "We just opened up a can of worms didn't we?" He looks over to see Erika in the window with Karen by her side, "And we still have a killer out there."

"Yes but at least she's in a safe home for now."