Ok, sorry this took longer then I expected, I tried to have a chapter where we got to see Chandler's feelings, and get a little more knowledge on what happened the night Chandler was arrested. But it ended up really crap so I redid it, then I lost that so I started over again and this is what I came out with. I've split it in to two parts for two reasons, one… I've just seen Kill Bill vol.1 (which was the best movie I've seen in ages except Finding Nemo lol) two, it would be better in two parts.

The next part will be up soon, but because it's coming up to Christmas I have to work four days a week and still go to college so I cant have a life until new year lol. 

Please leave a review so I knew whether or not to continue, if I don't get any reviews than no-ones reading and there's no need to write anymore so I won't. I dint need to write it for myself, I can do that in my head during English Language (well it's either that or fall asleep…)

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Disclaimer: Ok I don't own these characters.

He walked silently beside the police officer who was leading him to the visitors' room large bullet-proof section cut off contact from the outside world. Small parts had been sectioned off to give people privacy. Chandler looked around the room; this was his only contact to the outside world anymore.

It was the morning of hid forth day in prison. Already he had two meetings with his lawyer, conceiving a way of avoiding a murder sentence at the upcoming trial. There was no chance of trying to convince judge and jury that it wasn't him who did it, he had already confessed in a way.

'Well if you had a good reason for doing it then I'm sure we can get you off.' Mike told him. As soon as Chandler had been arrested he had promised to be his lawyer. After all he knew all of the history and details of the incident better then any other lawyer. And even though he had quit being a lawyer he still knew how to be one.

'Of course there's a good reason.' Chandler snapped back. 'I was protecting my wife!' Mike was taken back by the outburst. Chandler sighed and looked away. 'I'm sorry, I just… how is Monica?' He asked turning back to Mike.

'Phoebe's looking after her. She's doing ok. The doctors gave her something to help her sleep. The police keep asking her questions about that night, I've managed to get them to stop,'

'Will I get to see her' Chandler asked desperately, he missed his wife and had to see her. He knew she had been distraught after the lat attack, so how had she reacted to seeing her husband kill a man in cold blood?

To his surprise Mike smiled. 'Yea, she's here with Phoebe for the second half of the hour visit.'

'Really? How did you manage that?' Chandler replied, smiling for the first time in four days.

'Well I said that I needed both of you together to get details from that night so I know what we can do at the trial.'

The first half of the hour dragged on too slowly. Mike talked to him about what to say at the trail and that he should play for sympathy and to convince them that it was all defence.

'And try to avoid the phrase "yea I killed him and I'd kill him again" and we should be ok. We actually have that on file now so we don't want anything else to say that you killed him out of hate.' Mike explained. Chandler nodded but didn't admit something that he was hiding inside.

He had killed that guy out of hate. For six months all he could think about was what he would do to the guy that had raped his wife and killed his child. He had never thought that he would ever get the chance. O course it was in defence, he was just protecting his wife, but at the moment when he killed the bastard all he felt was raw anger and hate. Just as he had felt as the police dragged him away the anger had taken over him.

'Ok now we've sorted out basically what you're going to say. We'll go over it in more depth later on when I have the trial date. We need to bring in Monica now.'

Chandler's heart leapt. It didn't matter that there would be a large sheet of glass separating them. All it mattered was that he would be in the same room as his wife. A guard opened the door on Mike's side of the room and let two women in, Phoebe came in first, she looked as she always did, but now she looked tiered. Chandler almost gasped as Monica walked in tot eh room. Ever since the attack she had been thinner, but now she looked anorexic. Her hair was tied in a loose pony tail and her skin seemed so pale. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying; the way she held herself showed she was exhausted.  

As she sat in a seat next to Mike Chandler saw that she had been making an effort to look nice. She had worn some of her best clothes, only they were hanging off her tiny frame now. She wore make-up which seemed to wake up her face a little. Her hands were shaking as if she were cold, but whether she was cold or scared Chandler couldn't tell. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed duller now, less life within them as she looked right at her husband.

'Hey Mon.' Chandler whispered gently. Suddenly he was scared. What if she didn't want to be with him anymore, now that he was a killer? Maybe after the trail she would leave him, maybe it would be better if he went down for the crime anyway.

'Chandler.' Monica whispered, holding one hand up to the glass as a fat tear ran down her face. Chandler put his hand up to the glass where her hand rested, a vain attempt to have some contact with her.

It was that moment he saw it in her eyes, she would never leave him. She was silently thanking him for saving her, for rescuing her from that creep. She didn't care that he had killed someone; all she cared about was that he had saved her, she had no reason to be scare of the world anymore, that man was gone, he had been punished for what he had done to their happy little family.

Monica did feel of these things, the only thing she was worried about now was Chandler. They had all made jokes about how Chandler would never survive prison, but now it was a reality she was scared of how he was really holding up. She knew he was a lot stronger then he let on, but even so he wouldn't last if he was sent down.

But then again neither would she…