A/N: I figured since I was not going to continue this story to give you two
chapters at once. Be happy! I am. I suppose. Anyways, hopefully none of you
hate me. I'm going to make this A/N shorter than the previous one. And this
time I have no review responses because I've already done them all. And
trust me, I dreaded hearing "You've got mail" because after a while all I
was getting were reviews. It sucked. And I felt horrible. I'm done now.
This chapter will be a lot shorter. Kate is only going to summarize
everything for Officer Stevens because the hospital told him the gist and
I've already written it all out.
Chapter 5: Wednesday
# Officer Stevens' Office #
~Kate~
This was it. I was a couple minutes early. But I couldn't help it. I was so anxious. My nerves were getting to me. In one hand, I held a bag of everything I had brought home from the hospital. The hospital advised me to kept everything in the bag they had given me, so as not to affect the samples or something. I had. With my hand, I tentatively knocked on Officer Stevens' door.
Miraculously, he had heard me. He opened the door. He was middle-aged and balding.
I was surprised that his office was nicer than I had expected. I was expecting the type of office that they always have for policemen in the movies. All old, dirty, take-out boxes, files everywhere. But, Officer Stevens either had a really diligent secretary or he was a neat-freak. Everything was in a file cabinet and his desk was even pristine.
"Welcome to my humble office, Kate." He led me to a chair in front of his desk. "Please have a seat. Would you like a beverage?"
"Water would be nice. Thank you." I sat down in the chair.
"Right away. Laura." His secretary, Laura walked in. "Can you please get us two waters? And hold my calls?"
"Of course." Laura left and came back within seconds, handing Officer Stevens and myself a cold glass. She left.
"Well, Miss Saunders, where would you like to start?"
"Kate, please." It feels weird having people older than me be professional with me.
"Well, then, call me Jack."
"Ok, Jack." I said testing it out. "Where to start? I don't know. What do you know?"
"I know some details about the incident. Why don't you summarize for me?"
"Alright. It was last Friday and there was a football game. I was cheering. Afterwards, there's always some sort of party. Last weekend it was Joey Skylar's house. This boy, Ronnie Jacobs, the guy I think did * it *, had asked me if I was going and I said I was. I went to the party and I remember talking with him, amongst other people. I had a coke to drink. I got the drink myself and had it in my hand the whole time, but I guess somehow the person who did this to me slipped the drug into my drink when I wasn't looking."
"That can happen." Jack interjected. He must have sensed that I was still upset about that little fact.
"I know. Then, the next thing I knew, I was in the poolhouse waking up."
"You don't remember walking out of the room with anybody. Saying anything particular?"
"No." Jack kept taking down everything I was saying.
"Ok, and what happened when you woke up. Was anyone else there?"
"No. I was alone. In a bed. In my bra and underwear. My clothes were strewn about the room. I woke up and realized that I was really sore and that I had a few bruises. I got up and looked for my clothes. I saw blood on the sheets of the bed and took them because I didn't want anybody to see them. I got dressed and went to the hospital."
"Did you bring the clothes you were wearing with you as I asked?" Jack was writing furiously now.
"Yes."
"And the sheets?"
"Yes."
"Good. And the hospital tested those?"
"No." Jack finally looked up surprised.
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. They didn't. They just put them in a hospital bag and told me to keep them like that in case they would eventually be tested."
"Give me the bag." I lifted the bag up and passed it over. "Laura!" Laura came scurrying in.
"Yes, sir?"
"Get this bag out to the lab. Have the contents tested to see what substances we're dealing with."
"Right away." She left again with the bag.
"Alright, Kate. That is all for today. The tests results should be back tomorrow. I'll notify you."
"Thank you, Jack." I stood up and shook his hand. I then left and went home.
^ Thursday^
"Kate, this is Jack Stevens. I have gotten the results to the tests. I'd like very much if you'd call me as soon as you hear this, it's very important."
Important? What could be important about clothes and bedsheets?
I called the number and waited. "Officer Stevens, what can I do for you?"
"Hi, this is Kate Saunders, I'm returning your phone call."
"Yes, hello Kate."
"You said you got the test results back and it was important? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Actually, everything is good. I have some very important GOOD news."
"What?" Why was he making me wait so long. Just say it.
"Well, if you think it was this Ronnie boy, we can get him."
"How?"
"There are traces of semen on the sheets. Recent samples of semen."
"Are you serious?"
"Very. Have you decided whether or not you want to press charges?"
As much as every part of my body was screaming 'NO!' and hoping for that to be my answer. My mouth wasn't listening to them.
"Yes. I want to press charges."
"I'll bring him in for questioning, then."
"Thank you. Bye."
A/N: Do you love me? Now that I can dance, dance, dance! I'd like this to be known, I do not know much about the law. I have a feeling that her clothes and such would have been taken or something, but it's my story and my imagination and I had to come up with something. Also, once it gets to trial and sentencing, I do not know the basic term sentencing for such a thing. So, I'll just guess. And go with something.
Chapter 5: Wednesday
# Officer Stevens' Office #
~Kate~
This was it. I was a couple minutes early. But I couldn't help it. I was so anxious. My nerves were getting to me. In one hand, I held a bag of everything I had brought home from the hospital. The hospital advised me to kept everything in the bag they had given me, so as not to affect the samples or something. I had. With my hand, I tentatively knocked on Officer Stevens' door.
Miraculously, he had heard me. He opened the door. He was middle-aged and balding.
I was surprised that his office was nicer than I had expected. I was expecting the type of office that they always have for policemen in the movies. All old, dirty, take-out boxes, files everywhere. But, Officer Stevens either had a really diligent secretary or he was a neat-freak. Everything was in a file cabinet and his desk was even pristine.
"Welcome to my humble office, Kate." He led me to a chair in front of his desk. "Please have a seat. Would you like a beverage?"
"Water would be nice. Thank you." I sat down in the chair.
"Right away. Laura." His secretary, Laura walked in. "Can you please get us two waters? And hold my calls?"
"Of course." Laura left and came back within seconds, handing Officer Stevens and myself a cold glass. She left.
"Well, Miss Saunders, where would you like to start?"
"Kate, please." It feels weird having people older than me be professional with me.
"Well, then, call me Jack."
"Ok, Jack." I said testing it out. "Where to start? I don't know. What do you know?"
"I know some details about the incident. Why don't you summarize for me?"
"Alright. It was last Friday and there was a football game. I was cheering. Afterwards, there's always some sort of party. Last weekend it was Joey Skylar's house. This boy, Ronnie Jacobs, the guy I think did * it *, had asked me if I was going and I said I was. I went to the party and I remember talking with him, amongst other people. I had a coke to drink. I got the drink myself and had it in my hand the whole time, but I guess somehow the person who did this to me slipped the drug into my drink when I wasn't looking."
"That can happen." Jack interjected. He must have sensed that I was still upset about that little fact.
"I know. Then, the next thing I knew, I was in the poolhouse waking up."
"You don't remember walking out of the room with anybody. Saying anything particular?"
"No." Jack kept taking down everything I was saying.
"Ok, and what happened when you woke up. Was anyone else there?"
"No. I was alone. In a bed. In my bra and underwear. My clothes were strewn about the room. I woke up and realized that I was really sore and that I had a few bruises. I got up and looked for my clothes. I saw blood on the sheets of the bed and took them because I didn't want anybody to see them. I got dressed and went to the hospital."
"Did you bring the clothes you were wearing with you as I asked?" Jack was writing furiously now.
"Yes."
"And the sheets?"
"Yes."
"Good. And the hospital tested those?"
"No." Jack finally looked up surprised.
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. They didn't. They just put them in a hospital bag and told me to keep them like that in case they would eventually be tested."
"Give me the bag." I lifted the bag up and passed it over. "Laura!" Laura came scurrying in.
"Yes, sir?"
"Get this bag out to the lab. Have the contents tested to see what substances we're dealing with."
"Right away." She left again with the bag.
"Alright, Kate. That is all for today. The tests results should be back tomorrow. I'll notify you."
"Thank you, Jack." I stood up and shook his hand. I then left and went home.
^ Thursday^
"Kate, this is Jack Stevens. I have gotten the results to the tests. I'd like very much if you'd call me as soon as you hear this, it's very important."
Important? What could be important about clothes and bedsheets?
I called the number and waited. "Officer Stevens, what can I do for you?"
"Hi, this is Kate Saunders, I'm returning your phone call."
"Yes, hello Kate."
"You said you got the test results back and it was important? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Actually, everything is good. I have some very important GOOD news."
"What?" Why was he making me wait so long. Just say it.
"Well, if you think it was this Ronnie boy, we can get him."
"How?"
"There are traces of semen on the sheets. Recent samples of semen."
"Are you serious?"
"Very. Have you decided whether or not you want to press charges?"
As much as every part of my body was screaming 'NO!' and hoping for that to be my answer. My mouth wasn't listening to them.
"Yes. I want to press charges."
"I'll bring him in for questioning, then."
"Thank you. Bye."
A/N: Do you love me? Now that I can dance, dance, dance! I'd like this to be known, I do not know much about the law. I have a feeling that her clothes and such would have been taken or something, but it's my story and my imagination and I had to come up with something. Also, once it gets to trial and sentencing, I do not know the basic term sentencing for such a thing. So, I'll just guess. And go with something.
