*Disclaimer* I do not own Jack or Riddick. They are owned by USA films. Kim Whitesel's name is used with permission, so I'm not like stealing identities… or am I? Anyways, don't sue me 'cuz this is only for entertainment purposes. Now, to the story…

I sat in the police station, but it felt more like a prison. I got scanned 4 times before I could even be near Kim. I sat for awhile, just waiting. There was a buzz about the office. It must've been about Riddick. I saw Ryan Johns and he started to venture towards me.

" Mrs. Malloy, I guess you're here to id Riddick."

" I suppose, Mr. Johns." I answered quietly, turning my eyes away from his. " Do you know where Ms. Whitesel is?"

" Yeah, she's trying to get inside Riddick."

I Shivered. The man frightened me beyond reasoning. He took life so carelessly, without as much as a second though. Nothing. He killed a person as another swatted a fly. He was a virus of society. ID didn't feel sad, no... Not right now. I missed my family, though. IT felt like years since I had seen them, but it had only been two weeks. Two long, lonely weeks.

I wanted to see him. I wanted to see if he was just that person that did kill them. I wanted to stare into his eyes. To look into killer eyes. I sighed, and folded my hands on my knees, patiently awaiting Kim's arrival.

Hours. Minutes. I had no idea how long it took until Kim finally did appear. She came out in dark blue pants and crisp white shirt splattered with block. She gave me a smile, sat down in her chair and sat close to her desk. She held her chin in her hands, and let out a sigh. Slowly, she rubbed her forehead and looked over at me. " How're you doing today, Eme?" Kim asked, leaning back in her chair.

" Okay, I suppose. Why is there--" I started to point to the blood on her shirt, before she cut me off.

" Blood on my shirt? Well, let's say I got into a fight with Riddick."

" But… he's HUGE!" I cried.

" Yeah, but he's nothing when he's in cuffs and held down." She laughed haughtily and shook her head. " Unfortunately, he didn't find me intimidating, so, now I guess we get to wait."

I sighed. Something… something about her tone made me cringe. As if perhaps… something she did to Riddick was wrong. " When am I going to id him?"
" Well, we're going to do a lineup right now. So just follow me here." She stood up and started to walk around her desk toward the back area. I slowly followed her, weaving in and out of the massive throng of cops. The station was full of people, full of faces, people who had seen more death than I ever had.

The station itself was huge. There were always door closing and opening and people running around. In the main center, there was a secretary that sat after the check-in area. It felt like a high security airport. After, there were three doors. One was leading towards the chief officer, then the detectives and lastly, the holding cell for all the criminals. I followed Kim into there.

It was cold and dank as I entered. It smelled like mold and I heard the faint sound of water dripping onto the dark concrete floor.

" Follow me in here, Mrs. Malloy." A man said quietly.

I obliged and turned left into a small room, and then I saw a lineup of men. They were all tall, muscular, and either bald or their head was shaved. My eyes scanned them closely and I looked at the third one for a long time. He wore goggles, and he had to be him. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. " The third one, that's him. I know it."

Kim looked over to the cop and she nodded.

He left the room and I looked up at her. " What are we going to do now?"

" Well… we usually don't do this, Eme, but we were thinking maybe you could talk to him. But before you get worried, you'll be behind bullet proof glass, so he will not be able to get to you, and I'll be there all the time, and two guards on his side."

I shook my head hesitantly and turned my back. " I won't do it, no… I won't."

" Please, Eme, he said he would talk to you, well, yeah… please, Eme, you're our only hope. We couldn't find any forensic evidence at the scene, and if he admits it was him talking to you, then we can nail the slimy bastard." She pleaded with me.

I looked at the ground for awhile and mulled over it. I could finally see him, see if I could see in his eyes. To see what he was really about.

" Please, Eme."

I sighed and agreed. " Fine, but… you'll be there, right?"

" Yes, they'll be cops everywhere, and Johns will be over next to Riddick."

Maybe… maybe then I could get my peace, knowing that bastard was truly behind bars for what he did.

***

I sat behind the glass wall, waiting patiently. Riddick came almost immediately, being dragged in by two cops and Johns standing behind him, grinning like a cat. " Sit him down boys." Johns drawled and shoved Riddick with a free hand.

Riddick shot him an insolent look, and then slowly craned his neck and looked at me. His eyes flashed against the low light. " Afraid, aren't you?"

I bit my lower lip. His eyes… his eyes scared me. They weren't human. Nothing about him was.

He eyed me very slowly, almost as if he was assessing every inch of me. He turned back to look back at the cops. " Make them leave, and I'll talk."

I looked up at Kim hesitantly. " If they leave, then I'll still be okay, won't I? I mean, it's not like he can break through the glass."
" Don't trust him, Eme." Kim said warily, her hand close to her gun.

I looked back at Riddick. He still was staring at me with peaked interest. " Go, you all can go…"

" Take off the chains, Johns." He grinned back at Johns.

Johns laughed. " That's not fair play Riddick. Who knows what you can do."

" You should."

" Don't do it; remember Johns, I told you not to do what he asks." Kim screamed angrily.

I looked back at her for a second, then over at Riddick. He looked like a tortured man. His face was still bloody and his eyes flashed against the light again as he turned to look at me. His eyes were intent, and I don't know if I would call them deadly, but there was certainly some type of malice in his eyes, perhaps not for me. I don't know, I doubt I would've ever. " Go. Let me to talk to him alone, you said I would be safe, so I will."

Kim tried to say something, but she sighed, shook her head, then gestured towards the cops on the other side of the glass. She moved out slowly, then turned and said quietly, " Call me if you need me, Eme. I know you'll be safe, but he's going to try and play mind games with you."

I didn't answer her, but waited for Riddick to finally speak. After Johns had left, with the handcuffs in his hands, he let out a short laugh and smiled devilishly at me. " Oh aren't you such a pretty small thing, Eme. May I call you Eme? Since we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Richard B. Riddick."

" Emerald Malloy." I whispered, trembling in my chair. My hands were clutched at the side of the chair and I gripped for life and strength. I had to find out everything. My curiosity seemed to be getting the best of me.

He flashed a smile and then lifted his hands to the glass. " Do you think I killed them, Eme? Hmm?"

" Yes."

" Why? Because you spotted a man wearing goggles? That means nothing!" He laughed and leaned back in his chair. Riddick sat the chair back down and stood up, pacing for a moment. " There are millions like me, in slams, running from slams."

" But you killed that girl, Jacqueline Bruce. She was said to be living with you." I cried. I felt awful, for the girl, for myself. My loss. Selfish as it was, I couldn't help it. I sat face to face with the killer, but something in my heart didn't feel right. He looked the part, but he… I couldn't explain it if I even tried. It was just a feeling that came over me.

His face sobered and he turned for a second, as to be collecting his thoughts. " I didn't kill Jack… I would never kill Jack."

I sneered at him, gaining confidence. " Why should I believe you? You're just a serial killer, who slaughtered my family!" My throat caught and I burst into tears. I stared at him, while tears were streaming down my face. His hands touched the glass, and I slowly covered his with mine.

" We're more alike than you think, Eme. We both lost our only family." He said quietly and closed his eyes.

I found out later how alike we just were.

TBC…

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