Hey babes! Here's a new chapter for you all! There's something in here that many of you have been asking/waiting for, so I hope did well enough. :)
Also, who saw the season finale? Holy crap.
Now the chapter! Enjoy!
*November 25, 2014*
Detective Roland opens up the door to the Interrogation room, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He walks towards the metal table in the center of the room, pulling the chair out and sitting down in it. He sets the file folder he has down on the table in front of him and looks up at the woman sitting across from him. "You've been busy, Miss Costello."
"Please, call me Miranda," she smiles flirtatiously at the Detective.
He ignores her request and her advance, "Do you know why you're here, Miss Costello?"
She just stares at him, not saying a word. He looks down and opens the folder, glances at it for a moment and then looks back up at Miranda. "You moved to LA six months ago, but before that you traveled a lot, moving around from place to place."
"Yeah. And the last time I checked, moving around a lot wasn't a crime."
"It's not," Roland agrees. "Unless you came here for a specific purpose. A purpose that involves causing harm to someone else."
Miranda shifts in her chair, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Do you recognize this man and this woman?" He pulls out two photographs from his folder, DMV photos of Grant and Skye. He sets them down in front of Miranda and she takes a moment to look at the photos.
"That's Skye," she says first, pointing to Skye's DMV photo.
"You know her?" Roland asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I know of her," Miranda corrects him. "She's famous. A singer, I think. That's all I really know."
"And do you recognize the man?"
Miranda shakes her head, swallowing, "No. I've never seen him before in my life."
"That's funny, because he seems to know exactly who you are."
"Well, that's impossible," Miranda says, shifting in her chair again. "I've never met that man before."
"He told us you two have a kid together." Miranda stiffens. "Oh, that hit a nerve," he says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "You have a daughter. But you haven't seen her in eight years. So you came back because you want to be a part of her life. But you tried to kill your ex because he wouldn't let you just jump right back into her life."
"I…" Miranda leans forward, beginning to defend herself, but changes her mind. She sits back in her chair and crosses her arms in front of her chest, "I'm not saying anything until I get a lawyer."
Roland sits forward, folding his arms on top of the table, "You see, that's not going to convince anyone you talk to that you're innocent."
"Well I am," she says, "I haven't done anything wrong."
"Oh really? So I'm guessing you didn't trespass on your ex-boyfriends' property, screaming at him, demanding to see your daughter. And then you didn't try and kill him and his girlfriend by T-boning their car, sending them rolling and crashing, which resulted in him losing a leg and being in a coma for almost an entire week. As well as his girlfriend suffering some minor injuries and being admitted to the hospital." He can see Miranda's face tighten with every word he says and he knows he's finally getting somewhere. "I'm guessing you didn't do any of those things, it was just someone who looked like you, trying to take Grant's daughter from him. But I'm also guessing you never considered trying to fight for at least joint custody. Or did you just jump straight to trying to kill someone?"
"I'd never win a custody case," she snaps. "I'm sure he'd just use that little bimbo of his to get the best lawyers money can buy and then they'd just attack me. Probably wouldn't even give me a chance to speak or try and defend myself."
"So you just tried to kill them because you figured it'd be easier to get your daughter to love you by killing her father and the woman she looks up to and admires, instead of trying to show her you care for her by fighting for her."
Miranda snaps, "I should be allowed to get to know her! She's my daughter, my little girl. I gave birth to her and it's about time she gets to know her mother."
"You're her mother and you want her back."
"Yes! I want her back! She's my little girl and I want her back! I did what I had to do to try and get her back!" Detective Roland just sits back and smiles. When Miranda realizes what she has revealed, her mouth drops open and she panics, "Wait! No! You tricked me into saying that stuff."
"It's too late for you now," he replies, standing up from his chair and walking over to where Miranda sits, pulling out his handcuffs. He makes her stand from her chair and pulls her arms behind her back, slapping the handcuffs on her wrists. "Miranda Costello, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Grant Ward and Skye Coulson."
Watching as the officers lead Miranda out of the interrogation room and towards one of the desks to be processed, Skye tucks herself further into Grant's side.
"How are you feeling?" she asks him, tilting her head up to look at him.
He looks down at her, giving her a soft smile, "Better. Now that she's going away and won't ever be able to hurt us again."
"I know exactly how you feel," she sighs, resting her chin on his chest.
"This is all your fault!"
Turning their attention away from each other, Grant and Skye look to see Miranda struggling to get away from the officers holding her back by her arms and shoulders.
"You slut! It's your fault I don't get to see my daughter."
Realizing she is talking about her, Skye pulls away from Grant's hold, despite his protests, and makes her way towards Miranda, her eyes narrowed and one her hands clenched into a fist. "Excuse me?" she says through gritted teeth.
"You heard me," Miranda bites back. "Because of you, Grant isn't letting me see my daughter. She's my daughter, not yours. I am her mother."
Skye scoffs, "That's rich coming from you. Because I don't think I've ever seen you around her. I've never seen any pictures of you and Sara, either. I don't remember ever hearing about you calling to say hello to her. And I'm pretty sure she has no idea who you are."
"Because of you!"
"No. Not because of me. I didn't come into Sara's life until just this year and that was only because Grant is an excellent father who will do anything for his little girl. But you, you gave birth to one of the sweetest little girls I have ever met and then you just abandoned her. You obviously didn't care enough about her or you would have stayed and at least tried to be a good mother."
"You don't know anything about me!" Miranda shouts at her.
"You're right, I don't. But what I do know is that you made a big mistake when you left Sara. She is the sweetest, funniest, cutest, friendliest, most determined little girl I have ever met. And she had to grow up without her mother around because you were too selfish. She doesn't know anything about you, not even your name, and that is entirely your fault. If you want someone to blame for Sara not knowing you, then blame yourself." Skye turns to walk away back towards Grant when Miranda's shouts stop her.
"You may act like her mother, but you're not!"
Skye turns back towards her and steps closer, their faces just mere inches away from each other. "You're right. I'm not her mother. But honestly, I think we'd all have been better off if I was. I've acted more like a mother to Sara in the last five months than you have in the last eight years. And I can guarantee to you that Grant and Sara will completely agree with me."
Ignoring the rest of Miranda's shouts, Skye turns away and stalks back towards Grant, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug.
"That was really, really hot," he whispers into her ear as he hugs her back.
She just smiles into his shirt before turning to face the two Detectives in front of them.
"So what happens now?" Grant asks Detectives Roland and Lane as the uniformed officers lead Miranda to the elevator as she screams obscenities at Skye, each one worse than the last.
"Well," Detective Lane begins, "she's going to be staying down in Holding overnight and then tomorrow she'll be transferred somewhere else to await her trial. If everything goes the way it should then she's looking at life in prison. Then she'll be out of the way and she can never attempt to hurt you or your family again."
"Thank you so much, Detectives," Skye shakes both of their hands.
"It's what we do," Detective Roland smiles. "We're just glad you're all safe. I have a daughter myself and I know I'd do just about anything to keep her out of danger."
Grant nods his head, "Yes. Well, we're going to get going now. Thank you again, so much, for everything that you've done."
"It's no problem," Detective Lane smiles. "You two stay safe, alright?"
"We will," Skye smiles. "Thank you." She turns to Grant and smiles at him, "Come on, let's go home."
"We're back," Skye announces as she and Grant enter the front door of the house. She drops her keys into the basket by the door, closing the door behind them. "Hello?" Skye calls into the house.
Walking through the house, she goes to the sliding glass door in the dining room and looks out the window. She smiles when she sees Fitz, Jemma, and Sara all sitting out on the patio, talking with each other.
Sliding the door open, Skye sticks her head out the door. "Hey everyone," she smiles.
Sara's head snaps up and she smiles, "Skye!"
"Hey Sara," Skye smiles as she steps through the door. Grant carefully steps out behind her, making his way over to one of the patio chairs to sit down. Resting his crutches against the outside wall of the house he leans back in his chair and lets out a sigh of relief.
"Hi daddy," Sara walks up to her dad and gives him a kiss on the cheek and hugs him around the neck.
"Hey bear," he smiles at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"So how did everything go?" Jemma asks impatiently from her seat next to Fitz in front of the fence.
"Everything went great," Skye replies, moving so she is sitting on the arm of Grant's chair. She drapes one of her arms over his shoulder, "Her trial is in a few days and if everything goes well then she's going to be put away for life."
"That's great," Fitz says. "So she can't try and hurt any of you again."
"No she cannot," Grant smiles.
"Who can't hurt us again?" Sara asks from her spot sitting on the patio.
Grant sighs. "Your mother," he tells her, deciding it'd be best not to hide the truth from her.
"My mother?" Sara furrows her eyebrows together.
"Yeah," Grant replies. "You don't remember her because she left us when you were just a baby. After she left I never saw her again and I didn't know where she was so I couldn't call her or anything."
"What about Grandma and Grandpa?"
"They didn't know where she went either. She left without telling them where she was planning on going. So they couldn't help me find her. After a little while, I realized she wasn't going to come back, so I moved us out here to stay with Gramsy. But do you remember all those months ago? When we were playing Monopoly and I told you and Skye to wait in the family room?"
Sara nods her head, "You were having a loud argument with someone outside."
"Yeah, I was. With your mom."
Sara's eyes go wide, "What?"
"She came back because she wanted to see you. But I told her she couldn't. She gave up her right to be your parent the day she left us. And if I let her be a part of your life again, I had no way of knowing if she'd just up and leave again. I couldn't put you through that. Not now. So I made her leave. But she was really mad at me."
"Is she the one who hit you and Skye while you were in the car?" Sara asks, having put the pieces together.
Grant nods his head, "Yeah. She was still really mad at me and she wanted you all to herself. So she tried to get rid of me so she could have you. But it wouldn't have worked anyways," Grant points out.
"Why?"
"Because if anything were to ever happen to me, you'd go and stay with either your grandparents or your Uncle. They would have full custody of you if something happens, not her."
"Oh," Sara says, not quite sure what to say. "And she's going to go to jail now? And she can't try and hurt you or Skye again?"
"That's right. If everything goes the way it should, then she's going to be in jail for the rest of her life and she won't be able to try and hurt any of us ever again."
"Okay," Sara says calmly.
"Okay?" Grant repeats.
"Yeah," Sara nods. "It's like you said, daddy. I don't know her. She may have had me, but she's never been here for me. She's not my mom. I don't need her."
Grant smiles at his daughter. He holds his arms out to her, "Come here." Sara stands up from the patio and walks over to her dad, hugging him. He hugs her back, resting one hand on the back of her head to hold her close. "I love you so much, bear."
"I love you too, daddy." She pulls back slightly and gestures for Skye to join in on their hug.
Skye smiles and shifts so she can hug the both of them without sitting awkwardly. "I love you, Skye," Sara says.
Skye smiles, "And I love you, Sara."
So? What did you all think? Let me know your thoughts in a review down below.
Alright. Many of you got what you wanted. A confrontation between Skye and Miranda. I hope I handled it well enough and did it justice. :)
Also, I went and saw Pitch Perfect 2 last night. Ahahaha! I loved it! If you haven't seen it, go see it. It's awesome. :)
Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!