AN: Again, spoilers for 219-Folsum Prison Blues
She had a bad feeling about this whole job right from the beginning. From the faking the crime to being thrown in jail to escaping from jail. It just screamed 'hey, this is going to get screwed up somehow!' and definitely seemed like a bad idea. There was just no way it was going work, at least not in Lucy's mind. But she'd listened to Dean and had done as she was told, dropping them off a block away from the anthropology museum and then getting the hell out of dodge. They'd decided that she should drive into the next town and hole herself up in a motel. It was only about a twenty minute drive but that twenty minute drive felt like it took absolutely forever. But Lucy tried not to complain as she as she checked into the Three Palms Motel under a fake name with a fake credit card that Sam had made sure to give her. She did want to complain to the lady at the front desk that the hotel was sorely missing palm trees of any kind but the woman was more than slightly cranky. Instead, Lucy just took her key and headed off to find her room.
The room was small, one twin bed shoved into a corner. There was one window that faced the parking lot but she made sure to pull the curtains shut tightly. The room was small but was otherwise clean and would do for the time she'd be staying there. Dropping her back at the foot of the bed, she let out a sigh. It was going to be a long night. Lucy didn't expect to hear from either of them that night, but it didn't stop her from worrying. It might've been nice to hear something but she didn't expect it. That didn't stop her from scouring the news on the small TV in the room as the sun eventually began to rise. She also took the time to check the internet but couldn't find anything.
Of course her cell phone would ring just as she was getting out of the shower in the bathroom that was about the size of the Impala's trunk. Cursing her luck, she darted from the bathroom with the itchy, motel issued towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was wet and dripping onto the worn carpet beneath her feet as she grabbed the phone. She nearly ran back into the bathroom to quit dripping everywhere, finally answering the phone with a breathless, "hello?"
"Lucy? It's Sam."
She wasn't sure whether it was a good thing that he was the one calling her or not. But he sounded okay and well, she had a part to play. "Hey Sam, what's up?"
"Me and Dean, we got arrested last night. We're in the Green River County Detention Center."
She gasped dramatically but rolled her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. They weren't sure whether any of their phone calls would somehow be monitored and didn't want to draw any more attention to Lucy than they had to. The last thing they needed as the cops sniffing around her, especially when she had nothing to do with it. "Oh no! What happened?"
"Breaking and entering. Look, we're okay but bail won't be set. We do have a hearing on Tuesday. But we've got a bigger problem."
She frowned some at that. Did that mean something really was wrong or was he just playing along? "Oh?"
"Henrickson."
It was all he said but it was enough to make her freeze. "What?" She hissed into the phone. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah so uh, we got a public defender working our case. Looks bad." He said softly.
"Oh man. I should...come see you two?"
"Wait until she calls. Her name's Mara Daniels. I gave her your number, said you were a family friend staying in the area. Don't come here until you've heard from her. We're afraid that he may try to get a hold of you, not that you have anything out on you but we don't want to take any chances."
"Okay. Well...both of you be careful, okay?"
He laughed then, "You should see him in here Lucy. He's in his fucking element. I've never seen anything like it. But we'll be fine. Just wait until you talk to her. You know what to say."
"Yeah, yeah of course."
"I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, talk to you later Sam."
Most of her afternoon was spent on the internet searching around for everything having to do with Dean, Sam, Milwaukee and St. Louis. On the screen it looked really bad. But she knew what had really happened. Of course no one was going to believe them so it wasn't like they could come out and say it was a shapeshifter. Henrickson had been on the guys' case since Milwaukee so it was probably only a matter of time before he caught up to them but still. She just hadn't expected it to be now.
She got a phone call from their lawyer a few hours after Sam had called. She wanted to meet with Lucy as soon as possible to go over some of the case. They agreed to meet at her office, mostly so Lucy wouldn't have to explain what she was doing in a rundown hotel a town over from where the guys had been caught.
She tried to dress up as much as she could, not go too overboard but she didn't want to look like she'd just crawled out of bed either. It probably wasn't too inconspicuous to be driving a 1967 Chevy or to be female and driving it around but other than that, Lucy thought she looked the part. Mara Daniels was waiting for her at the front of the office, an eyebrow raised when she heard the rumble of the engine. A short, dark haired woman got out of the driver's side and glanced up at the building before walking towards it.
Lucy instantly liked Mara and the woman had only just introduced herself. She had no idea what it was but there was something...likeable and trustworthy about her. Of course, Lucy didn't trust her enough to bust out with the whole story but she seemed like she would be a good defender for both Sam and Dean.
"So I'm going to assume that you know about Milwaukee and St. Louis?" Mara started once they were both sitting down.
"Yes, I do."
"Sam said you were a family friend. Have you been in contact recently?"
"Oh yes, yes I've seen them recently." Lucy said with a nod of her head.
"Dean said you two had been in a relationship for six months now?"
She blinked a couple of times; trying to make sure she'd just heard Mara correctly. Dean had said they were dating? She nodded after a moment, realizing she needed to give her an answer. "Oh yes, yes. His brother introduced us actually."
"Good, good. They certainly have a long list against them. I just wanted to meet with you, get a feel for your relationship with the two of them. They definitely need someone who can vouch for them and their actions."
"Henrickson is pushing to get them extradited isn't he?"
Mara seemed surprised that she knew of Henrickson but she nodded her head. "Yes, he wants them extradited as soon as possible. They won't be until after Tuesday, that's when their hearing is."
She sat back in her seat, crossing her arms in front of her. "Is there any way I could see either of them?"
"I can see what I can do about setting up a private visit. But I gotta tell you, Henrickson is going to get wind of you being around and want to talk to you. You don't have anything to do with Milwaukee or St. Louis, right?"
"Nope. I've been in Oklahoma for quite some time, visiting my parents." At least that part wasn't a total lie.
She nodded her head, scribbling a few notes. "Tell you what, let me call over to the jail and see if I can set up a visit. Do you want to stick around?"
"Yeah. Sure, that'd be great." Lucy smiled for the first time all day, "thank you. Really."
Mara was on the phone for quite some time while Lucy busied herself pretending to play with her cell phone. After she hung up, she didn't look too happy but looked across the desk at Lucy. "Well, you're going to have to wait until tomorrow afternoon's visiting hours to see them. Henrickson is making this more difficult than it needs to be."
"Tomorrow afternoon's fine. What time do visiting hours begin?"
"3:00. if you can get there kind of early, you can go ahead and get through the security procedures."
Lucy nodded and stood up from the chair. "That's fine; I'll try to do that then." The two women shook hands before Lucy headed back out to the car to drive back to the hotel.
The next day couldn't come fast enough. She tried to be patient by checking the Internet, finding just bits and pieces of a news story covering the breaking and entering of the museum. She also tried her best to just sit back and watch TV until it was time for her to drive over to the jail. But doing both of those things only seemed to make the time go by more slowly. She eventually showed up at the jail around 2:30. It was early enough but not so early that she'd be stuck waiting around forever.
Lucy had to check-in and go through a long, drawn out security process. She almost wanted to ask if it was because of who she was seeing or if they went into this much detail with everyone. It seemed like they did everything but a full body search. But it was over soon enough and after another short wait, she was sent back to another room. This one was bigger and filled with seats and little partitions meant to give visitors privacy from one another. A long piece of plate glass separated the visitors from the inmates, but each side had a phone. She smiled some at the guard who'd led her inside but the man stayed stone faced.
She spotted Dean right away, sitting near the end of the line. He smiled at her once he saw her and motioned for her to sit down and pick up the phone. She did so and rolled her eyes. "So I'm your girlfriend now, huh?"
It was quick but it was obvious that he blushed right then, which was a nice change of pace from the last couple of weeks. "I uh...didn't know what else to tell her. It seemed the easiest way to get you in here."
"I know. I mean, I figured as much. How are you? And how's Sam?"
He grinned then, all blinding white teeth and a slight mischievous look in his eye. "Well I'm enjoying myself, I don't know about Sammy."
"Dean. Stick with the case. Have you gotten rid of it?"
"We're running into a bit of a problem there. We think it's an old inmate, Mark Moody." Suddenly Dean was all business, straightening up in his chair as he watched her through the glass. "He was in the old cell block, apparently died of a heart attack. Sam's working on finding out what happened to his body. But I'm pretty sure it's him."
"So you should be done in...What? Another day or so?" She leaned forward, keeping her voice low just in case any prying ears were listening.
He shrugged a shoulder before sighing. "Don't know. Depends on what Sam finds out."
"Okay. Well, you're running out of time you know."
"Henrickson bugging you?"
"Not yet." She shook her head, glancing around the room just out of habit. A couple of more people had been brought in to see some other inmates but were sitting far enough from them. "I'm expecting to leave here and be followed, pretty much. Your public defender said he'd probably get wind of me visiting you all."
He nodded, his eyes narrowing some. "He's a real jerk. Don't let him chew you down."
"Stick to the story, I know Dean." She smiled then. "I'll play up the girlfriend act, like I don't know a thing."
"Good. Just be careful and watch your back."
"Like always."
Sure enough, as Lucy drove back towards the hotel she'd been staying in, she was well aware of a dark car following her. It was far enough back that anyone else wouldn't notice it but she'd been around long enough to tell when she was being followed. Whoever it was wasn't obvious as the other dark car kept driving as she pulled into the parking lot of the motel twenty minutes later. Lucy paid the car no mind as she unlocked the trunk and pulled a duffle bag out of it, closing it as the car drove by again. If they were going to be nosey with her, then she wasn't going to be taking any chances. Any research was going to be done inside the hotel and she was just going to keep low for the time being. Let them make the first move. She didn't know this Henrickson character yet but from the little she'd learned about him, he'd definitely make the first move.