Under Arrest

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Just another silly little drabble written just for fun. I hope it brings a smile

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Perry Mason & Della Street. The rights are the property of the estate of ESG. I'm just borrowing them again.

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'You have the right to remain silent!' Six year old George Mason bellowed harshly. Perry Mason smiled to himself as he reached the top of the stairs and heard his sons stern instruction. He stood listening as George followed it up. 'You can have an attorney but you're not innocent so don't get my daddy.' Curious as to the object of his arrest, Perry followed the voice as George gave instructions and found his son in his and Della's bedroom, explaining to his favourite soft toy, he was going to jail for a very long time for being a naughty bear.

'Hey buddy,' Perry started to say as he entered the bedroom. Then he froze, rooted to the spot in the doorway.

'Hi daddy,' George looked up from his spot on the floor leaning back against the bedpost, his face beaming innocently. 'Me and Mr Bear are playing cops and robbers.'

'I can see that son.' Perry finally found his voice but his eyes were wide. 'Carry on, I'll just go get mommy.'

'Why?'

'Because she really needs to see this. Just wait there pal, we'll be right back.'

Perry shot from the room and took the stairs down, two at a time. He found his wife making tea in the kitchen.

'Come with me!' Della placed her cup on the counter and eyed him suspiciously. 'Why?'

Perry stood immediately behind her and grabbed her waist pulling him to her. 'I need you upstairs now,' he breathed into her ear. Della caressed his hands at her waist.

'Hmmm, is Mister Mason feeling frisky?' she purred.

'Nope.'

Della turned in his arms a quizzical look drew her eyebrows together. 'No?'

Perry hesitated, 'Well, yes I'm always a little frisky for you, but that's not why I need you to come upstairs with me right now.' Her eyebrows furrowed further as she allowed him to take her hand and lead her up the stairs half walking her, half dragging.

'Perry we're going to the bedroom? I thought you said you weren't…..' Della's confusion was mounting.

'I know baby and there's nothing I'd like more, but trust me, you really need to see this.'

Perry came to a dead stop outside their bedroom door and unceremoniously shoved Della into the room. She shot him a what the hell hard glance. Perry smirked and pointed to George who was still happily arresting Mr Bear. Della's mouth dropped open.

'Hi mommy. Did daddy tell you we're playing cops and robbers?' he asked innocently. Della regained her composure and plastered a fake smile on.

'He didn't darling.' She stared at her husband, eyes narrowing. 'Say Georgie, sweetheart,' Della walked over and knelt behind Mr Bear. 'Where did you get those from?'

'Your table next to the bed.' George carried on oblivious.

'And what were you doing looking through the bedside draw?'

George shrugged. 'I was just looking around. I was bored.'

Della took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice calm and steady. Perry was leaning against the door frame biting back a laugh.

'Honey,' she chastised gently, 'You really shouldn't go through drawers that don't belong to you.'

George finally looked up at his mother, his big blue eyes taking on a puppy dog expression. 'Sorry mommy, are you mad at me?'

'No baby,' Della brushed her knuckles down his cheek in reassurance. 'But you really can't go though other peoples things, you understand?'

'Yes mommy, sorry.' George nodded. He reached for Mr Bear. 'Do you put these on bad people?' he asked removing the pink fur lined handcuffs from the toy and handing them over to his mother who was now blushing furiously. Perry snorted and bit down on his knuckles.

'No sweetie,' Della glared at her husband who covered his mouth to prevent George seeing the amusement in his features. 'I do put them on a naughty man now and again.' Then she muttered 'But only on special occasions.'

'You'll need this as well then. I took it from your drawer too.' George stood up and rummaged in the pocket of his shorts before handing over a black silk blindfold. 'I was going to use it to play pirates in the tree house.' Perry couldn't hold it in anymore and guffawed loudly.

'With that blindfold Mommy likes to play….'

'Perry! You are no help at all.'

'Mommy, can I go get some ice cream?'

'Of course. We'll be down in a moment.'

George scooped up Mr Bear and walked towards the bedroom door. Looking up at his father, he again fished in his shorts pocket. Handing over a small silver package to his father, he started towards the stairs. 'Daddy the balloons in your drawer are rubbish. They don't even blow up properly.'

Fin