A/N: New character! Hope you like. It was wickedly fun writing her. Short chappie so I'm posting another one. Keep reading! Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 21: Press Conference From Hell
"Agent Ryder, why did you wait so long before informing the public about this murder investigation?"
"We didn't want to the city to be thrown into mass chaos. That's what's fuelling this psychopath."
"What about Detective Banks?"
"He's being dealt with for leaking information on this case."
"I think he did us all a favour! Who do you people think you are, telling us what we can and cannot hear?"
"We are doing our best to ensure the safety of the public."
"Sure then what was 9/11!"
"Miss ,we are going to find the perpetrator and will charge him to the fullest extent of the law," Bobby interrupted.
"Excuse me I have a question," a voice said from the crowd.
Darcy stood up and looked directly at Bobby.
"What is the status on Agent Hudson?"
Cayleigh breathed a sigh of relief before answering.
"He's in stable condition," Cayleigh said. "Thank you all for coming today, we'll keep you posted."
Bobby managed to escort Cayleigh through the crowd of photographers and reporters. He gave Darcy a quick wink of appreciation before they made their way back to the bullpen.
"That went well," Cayleigh said sarcastically slumping into a chair.
"It could have been worse," replied Bobby.
As he said that everyone gave him a look.
"Thank Darcy for me later, she saved the day," Cayleigh said.
"Speaking of which, you're lovely girlfriend called me earlier," said D.
"Really, what for?" asked Bobby.
"It was really strange. She wanted to know who was running the case and I said Cayleigh was and she seemed upset."
"Hmm," Bobby mused out loud.
"So who was the crazy reporter hounding you?" asked Lucy.
"That would be Madison Portman," Myles said walking in with a photograph in hand.
"Portman, you don't mean…" Tara trailed off.
"Yes indeed, the lawyer from Hell has a sister from the same fiery inferno," replied Myles.
"Lawyer from Hell?" Cayleigh asked confused.
"Angela Portman," explained Myles.
"And to think I had respect for the F.B.I."
At the door was a slender young woman with flaming red hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Other than the scowl on her face she was quite beautiful wearing a lavender button-down shirt and grey pants.
"Miss Portman, what a pleasant surprise!" Myles exclaimed condescendingly.
"I wouldn't be so patronizing Agent Leland. I'm here on behalf of Detective Banks."
"What does the little weasel want this time?" asked Bobby.
"Actually, he wants this case."
"And what authority do you have?" Cayleigh demanded.
She pulled out a note and cleared her throat before reading it.
"Due to the conflict of interest regarding Special Agent Myles Leland III and the main suspect Miranda Layton, this case will be handed over to Detective Banks and his unit. Signed, Marty Pavone."
Myles torn the paper from Portman's hands and read it himself before passing it over to Cayleigh.
"Miranda's not the main suspect," Cayleigh said firmly.
"Pavone sees this otherwise."
"Don't meddle in this case, you know what happened to your sister," replied Bobby.
"Don't you dare bring my sister into this? She wouldn't be dead if the F.B.I. actually did their job!"
"We were doing our jobs and we still are doing our jobs!" Myles yelled back. "And don't think we're not going to fight back."
"Myles," Cayleigh said, softly placing a hand on his arm.
"You're not seriously going to let Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum get away with this, are you?"
Cayleigh didn't reply as Myles collapsed down into his seat.
"Banks will be expecting all and any information you have on the murders as soon as possible. Good day," Portman said before leaving the room.
"What are we going to do?" asked Tara breaking the silence.
"We can't do anything," replied Cayleigh, completely frustrated.
"Unless we find evidence that clears Miranda of the murders," suggested D.
"I may have something," Sue said walking into the room. "I watched the tapes and found something quite interesting."
TBC