Santana swallowed feeling uneasy, as she was led to the interview room. She had promised herself that she'd never step foot in a prison again, she wasn't a criminal, and it wasn't as if she couldn't make arrangements for her job. But Charlie had been denied bail, they were trying to make an example out of her. Charlie didn't even own a passport, she'd never been out of the country, and she had excellent lawyers. This didn't happen to people like her, but the photos of Dani's body had leaked to the press and people were demanding answers.

Nancy Grace had already declared Charlie guilty, in fact the general consensus was that Charlie was guilty. It didn't help that people like Matt Rutherford and Dani's mother were on every national news station, discussing what a shitty person Charlie was. It certainly didn't help that both Frannie and Russell were insisting that Charlie was an undiagnosed sociopath, who had anger issues. What she had ever seen in Frannie was beyond her, Charlie would have never sold Frannie out like this. She would have probably laughed, but she wouldn't have said anything to the press.

"She'll be with you shortly; we need to get her from the slot."

"She's in solitary confinement?" Santana hissed turning to look at the correctional officer. "Why? It's been two days!"

The correctional officer shrugged, he certainly hadn't been on duty then, but he had heard the story through the grapevine. "She was in the yard; a few women knew she had money and tried to shake her down. Those women are in the hospital now. Even though she was attacked first, we didn't really have a choice, a few of them are in gangs and we're worried she might be shanked. It's more protective right now, but if we put her in gen pop again, something will happen, and we're trying to avoid that."

Santana inhaled sharply, and closed her eyes. Charlie knew the streets; she could afford protection—she could have easily have bought the women off. So, either Charlie was being stupid or she had wanted to be thrown into solitary. She nods after a moment, "I see."

There're a few moments of quiet before the door slides open and Charlie in a tan jumpsuit is led into the room. Her right eye was swollen shut and her lip was split. Her knuckles were skinned, and her hair had lost its lustre. She's forcibly shoved into the seat and her hands are cuffed to the table. "We'll be right outside, and if there is an issue there's the panic button," the correctional officer stated pointing to the big red button.

"Understood," Santana said and waited until they had exited the room before she looked at Charlie and immediately reached for her face, only for Charlie to flinch away from her touch. "Charlie. I'm here right now, in this place, to see you. I needed to see you. So please," her voice was quiet. There's a pause and she waits a moment before attempting again and she touches Charlie's cheek gently under the swollen eye.

Charlie leans into the touch for a moment, "I'm fine Santana," it comes out a mumble, her words slightly slurred over her split lip. "I'll be fine. You shouldn't come and check on me, people might get the wrong idea. We shouldn't be in the room together without my lawyer present."

Santana pulls her hand away as if she's been burned, "You're the one in here—"

"And you can't be seen with me, this can't be a thing, people will talk and you work for the federal government. I imagine they're like super strict about fraternizing with people like me. So please don't come back," Charlie interrupted. She glances around for a moment before the cuffs fall to the table and she reaches for Santana's hand. "You don't need to come here to see me."

The words went unsaid, and for a moment Santana smiles at her, it's only for a moment before she takes a seat. "Charlie, there is no evidence other than the DNA evidence that it's Dani. The prosecution is going to craft a story with those pictures that they have, that you're the only person it could have been. I mean most of it is circumstantial—"

"My lawyers have already been over this with me Santana. That's not Dani."

Santana raised a brow, clearly Charlie had been hit in the head hard enough to not understand what it meant. "Charlie it has her DNA—"

"When I was arrested the police showed me the photos. Of the body to I assume to try and shake me. Dani has a tattoo of a dreamcatcher on her ribs. That woman doesn't have it. Some of the tattoos are the same, same tattoo same artist. But that's not Dani, the tattoo on her ribs was relatively recent. I should know I paid for it. We were having sex on occasion. Plus, there are pictures of it. My lawyers don't think I should be here long, they're gathering the information and they'll be insisting on doing an independent DNA test."

There was a momentary pause as Santana processed the information that Charlie handed her; she closes her eyes for a moment before opening it. "Titan?"

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "I thought I was being paranoid, but it's looking more and more likely that this is a thing."

"I'll look into it—"

"Santana—"

"You're not supposed to be in here. You think I want to visit you here; you think that I don't have flashbacks just being here. And if you're in here how long do you think it'll take Titan to send someone for you? It's prison, you were already attacked."

"You really don't think I'm worried about these women, do you?" Charlie presses and slides her hands back into the cuffs. "Honestly, the correctional officers have already offered me protection if I pay them. I'm going to be fine, and I'll be out of here by the end of the week."

"Do not bribe the correctional officers Charlie, this already doesn't look good. You put people in the hospital. Just keep your head down, and let me handle things." When Charlie doesn't say anything, in response. "I know with our history trusting me might be difficult but I'm not leaving you here to rot. We're not those teens anymore."

Charlie hesitates for a moment before nodding and finally relenting and nodding. "Be careful."

Santana nodded and got up moving to the door only for Charlie to grab her by the arm gently and tug her towards her. She stops and lets Charlie just rest her head against her stomach for a moment. She can see Charlie's shoulder slump for a moment, and she can practically feel the tension leaving Charlie's body. She can't help leaning down to kiss Charlie's forehead. It was a simple action, but Charlie doesn't pull away. "Once you're free—"

"We'll talk," Charlie murmurs against her before pulling away and putting her hand back into the cuffs. "That's all I can promise for now."

"That's all I need," Santana said as she pulls away herself, fighting their bond which was pulling her back. She knocks on the door, which opens after a moment and the correctional officer looks between them for a moment.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes," Santana said with a simple shrug of her shoulders. "I'm going to insist that you keep her in protective custody. From what we have it might seem like she's innocent, and I'm certain there will be hell to pay if anything were to happen to her."

Charlie watched Santana leave, noting the slight sway in her hips and she gets a hard cuff against the back of her head by one of the correctional officers causes her to look up.

"Be respectful."

The words caused Santana to turn back to her for a moment, before she shakes her head, and flashes a small smile at Charlie. They were going to be okay.