Startling Truths
Only Trust Your Heart, part 5.
*Present Day, April 18, 2002
Chandler didn't have time to answer before Joey and Monica were led in, and Cynthia stood up wordlessly, nodding to him as she left the cell as if to say, think about it. Chandler closed his eyes and leaned his head into his hands as Monica sat down beside him and ran her hands up and down his back. How could he do this to her? Now he couldn't think of anything but what Cynthia had said… what if it had been Monica?
NO! He yelled at himself silently, he couldn't allow himself to turn against the ones who were there for him, who loved him.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Monica asked lovingly as she stroked his face with her hand.
"I…" Chandler's voice cracked. "I want to get out of here."
"I know you do sweetie, and we're going to do everything we can to get you out of here." Monica answered as she kissed him softly. Joey nodded behind her, silently adding his reply.
Elsewhere, Ross was entering the police precinct, slowly taking in his surroundings. He gulped before he took a step inward. He walked slowly into the building, and stepped onto the elevator and headed up to the twelfth floor, homicide.
"Hi, is detective Oakes in?" Ross asked the young blonde secretary.
"To what is this in reference to?" she asked him
"Chandler Bing."
The secretary picked up the phone and talked briefly before placing the phone back in it's cradle.
"Go on in. Take your first right and then another left, his office will be right ahead of you."
"Thank you." Ross answered as he started to walk. Reaching the detectives office, he knocked cautiously before he was called in.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Detective Oakes asked.
"I'm Ross Geller, I'm Chandler's wife's brother and one of his best friends." Ross answered slightly nervously.
"What brings you here?" the detective asked curiously.
"I have reason to believe that Chandler committed this crime."
Back at Chandler's cell…
Monica had left with Joey not a few minutes earlier and Cynthia had come right back in and here there he was, 10 minutes later without an answer. He was stuck. Beads of sweat began to run down his forehead. "Am I willing to risk my wife for freedom or was life worth living without her? Could she have possibly done this to me?"
"Chandler. You've been quiet for quite a while." Cynthia said softly, as she rested her hand on top of his.
"Would I… would I be able to tell her what we were doing?" Chandler asked.
"No, I wouldn't be able to let you do that." Cynthia answered.
A sob escaped Chandler's lips as he hung his head down.
"Chandler?"
It was Monica.
He turned his head up to see her and saw a flash of anger run through her eyes as she looked down to see his beautiful lawyers hand on top of his. She quickly removed it.
"It's an emotional time." Cynthia said as she stood up.
"I know. It's my life too." Monica answered coldly.
"Hey sweetie." Handler tried to divert her attention elsewhere.
"Hi… I just came back to say… I miss you. I wanted to be alone for a few minutes, but apparently that's not going to happen, so…" She turned and started to leave when Chandler jumped up.
"Wait! Wait don't leave. Come here."
Cynthia stood up and started to leave, brushing past Monica on her way out.
"What was that?" Monica asked as soon as she was out of earshot.
"I just… I needed some comfort and she was asking me some difficult questions so she was calming me down." Chandler answered softly. "Monica, you have to trust me."
Monica sat down beside him, her eyes losing a bit of the anger that had been boiling at the surface moments ago. "You're the only person that can help me get through this, we can't turn on each other. I love you, let's not do this."
Monica sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry, I love you too… it's just that all this talk about you and Clarice is making me crazy."
"Wait a second… you don't actually think, you don't think I did it, do you?"
Monica paused and bit her lip as Chandler stood up.
"I don't believe this."
Back at Ross and Rachel's apartment…
Ross glanced at his watch as he entered the apartment, noticing for the first time how late it was. He walked in as quietly as he could, hoping that Rachel was already in her room sleeping, but as soon as he began to take off his shoes, the light in the living room came on.
"Where the hell were you? Do you know what time it is?" Rachel asked angrily.
"Why does it matter I'm just your roommate, it's not like we're involved." Ross answered.
"That doesn't matter, I was worried about you!" Rachel answered.
Ross looked around. "I'm sorry, I just had to go do something."
"What?" Rachel asked.
"It's nothing, you don't want to know about it." Ross answered as he tried to avoid the question.
"Where were you Ross?"
"NOWHERE!" He answered angrily.
"Damnit just tell me!"
"Fine! I went to Detective Oakes office." He answered slightly guiltily.
"Why?" Rachel asked in shock.
"Because… because I think Chandler did it, okay?" Ross snapped angrily.
"Ross!" Rachel began to cry now, shocked at what he had become. "He-he's your best friend, how could you say that?"
"Because all the evidence points to him… and, something inside me is telling me to do the right thing. If he really did do it, I don't want him out on the streets!" Ross answered.
"What on earth would possess you to make you think that he did it? Why do you want him to go to jail so bad, did you do it or something?" Rachel screamed at him.
Ross looked down silently, when he heard Rachel gasp.
Well that's it for now! If enough of you review, you might find out who did it… was it Chandler, or Ross or someone else??? You'll never know unless you review… Mr. Smiley face says so :D:D Please review it makes me smile ?
Only Trust Your Heart, part 5.
*Present Day, April 18, 2002
Chandler didn't have time to answer before Joey and Monica were led in, and Cynthia stood up wordlessly, nodding to him as she left the cell as if to say, think about it. Chandler closed his eyes and leaned his head into his hands as Monica sat down beside him and ran her hands up and down his back. How could he do this to her? Now he couldn't think of anything but what Cynthia had said… what if it had been Monica?
NO! He yelled at himself silently, he couldn't allow himself to turn against the ones who were there for him, who loved him.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Monica asked lovingly as she stroked his face with her hand.
"I…" Chandler's voice cracked. "I want to get out of here."
"I know you do sweetie, and we're going to do everything we can to get you out of here." Monica answered as she kissed him softly. Joey nodded behind her, silently adding his reply.
Elsewhere, Ross was entering the police precinct, slowly taking in his surroundings. He gulped before he took a step inward. He walked slowly into the building, and stepped onto the elevator and headed up to the twelfth floor, homicide.
"Hi, is detective Oakes in?" Ross asked the young blonde secretary.
"To what is this in reference to?" she asked him
"Chandler Bing."
The secretary picked up the phone and talked briefly before placing the phone back in it's cradle.
"Go on in. Take your first right and then another left, his office will be right ahead of you."
"Thank you." Ross answered as he started to walk. Reaching the detectives office, he knocked cautiously before he was called in.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Detective Oakes asked.
"I'm Ross Geller, I'm Chandler's wife's brother and one of his best friends." Ross answered slightly nervously.
"What brings you here?" the detective asked curiously.
"I have reason to believe that Chandler committed this crime."
Back at Chandler's cell…
Monica had left with Joey not a few minutes earlier and Cynthia had come right back in and here there he was, 10 minutes later without an answer. He was stuck. Beads of sweat began to run down his forehead. "Am I willing to risk my wife for freedom or was life worth living without her? Could she have possibly done this to me?"
"Chandler. You've been quiet for quite a while." Cynthia said softly, as she rested her hand on top of his.
"Would I… would I be able to tell her what we were doing?" Chandler asked.
"No, I wouldn't be able to let you do that." Cynthia answered.
A sob escaped Chandler's lips as he hung his head down.
"Chandler?"
It was Monica.
He turned his head up to see her and saw a flash of anger run through her eyes as she looked down to see his beautiful lawyers hand on top of his. She quickly removed it.
"It's an emotional time." Cynthia said as she stood up.
"I know. It's my life too." Monica answered coldly.
"Hey sweetie." Handler tried to divert her attention elsewhere.
"Hi… I just came back to say… I miss you. I wanted to be alone for a few minutes, but apparently that's not going to happen, so…" She turned and started to leave when Chandler jumped up.
"Wait! Wait don't leave. Come here."
Cynthia stood up and started to leave, brushing past Monica on her way out.
"What was that?" Monica asked as soon as she was out of earshot.
"I just… I needed some comfort and she was asking me some difficult questions so she was calming me down." Chandler answered softly. "Monica, you have to trust me."
Monica sat down beside him, her eyes losing a bit of the anger that had been boiling at the surface moments ago. "You're the only person that can help me get through this, we can't turn on each other. I love you, let's not do this."
Monica sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry, I love you too… it's just that all this talk about you and Clarice is making me crazy."
"Wait a second… you don't actually think, you don't think I did it, do you?"
Monica paused and bit her lip as Chandler stood up.
"I don't believe this."
Back at Ross and Rachel's apartment…
Ross glanced at his watch as he entered the apartment, noticing for the first time how late it was. He walked in as quietly as he could, hoping that Rachel was already in her room sleeping, but as soon as he began to take off his shoes, the light in the living room came on.
"Where the hell were you? Do you know what time it is?" Rachel asked angrily.
"Why does it matter I'm just your roommate, it's not like we're involved." Ross answered.
"That doesn't matter, I was worried about you!" Rachel answered.
Ross looked around. "I'm sorry, I just had to go do something."
"What?" Rachel asked.
"It's nothing, you don't want to know about it." Ross answered as he tried to avoid the question.
"Where were you Ross?"
"NOWHERE!" He answered angrily.
"Damnit just tell me!"
"Fine! I went to Detective Oakes office." He answered slightly guiltily.
"Why?" Rachel asked in shock.
"Because… because I think Chandler did it, okay?" Ross snapped angrily.
"Ross!" Rachel began to cry now, shocked at what he had become. "He-he's your best friend, how could you say that?"
"Because all the evidence points to him… and, something inside me is telling me to do the right thing. If he really did do it, I don't want him out on the streets!" Ross answered.
"What on earth would possess you to make you think that he did it? Why do you want him to go to jail so bad, did you do it or something?" Rachel screamed at him.
Ross looked down silently, when he heard Rachel gasp.
Well that's it for now! If enough of you review, you might find out who did it… was it Chandler, or Ross or someone else??? You'll never know unless you review… Mr. Smiley face says so :D:D Please review it makes me smile ?