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Several Years Later

I stiffly walked into the cream painted room, the briefcase in my hand banged against my leg and sweat from my hands congealed on the handle. Why were these rooms always cream? Apparently it was to give it a more family welcome feel to it. And recently an not quite artistic prisoner had painted distorted Disney Characters on the wall. Indeed they were so distorted that Mickey Mouse had three ears. It didn't exactly appeal to the little children who were old enough to know that a mouse does in fact have two ears.

Spread out among the cream room were groups of chairs. This was where the prisoners could meet their visitors. It wasn't the first time I had been in this visiting room. I'd came back to see Peter and Bruce, and was happy to report I never had to see them in this room again. Oh no. Due to my fantastic skills that I had acquired through an extensive college course, I managed to get them out of prison. Which they continually thanked me, whenever my mother invited them room, which was every weekend. She just loved having long drawn out conversation with the large genius who we liked to call Bruce.

I never wanted to come back here, but some where in the back of my head kept telling I should. I bet it's a telepath, someone like Jean Grey. Anyway, wither it was a telepath or just a guilty conscious I had to come back. I sat down on the plastic chair that had been provided. A couple of the guards looked over at me and waved. Clearly I had made an impact when I was here, either by previous longer stay, or by my knack of getting prisoners out of prison. And we're not talking 'Great Escaped Tunnel under the walls thing.' No, I get them out by showing that the law in the United States of America is in fact completely and absolutely, fucked up.

The door opened, and I walked the prisoners in their spectacular grey clothes. I looked at every prisoners face and saw the same thing in each. Depression, malnutrition and in some cases I saw that some had completely given up. Most of them were wasting away into nothingness, but knowing what was included in prison meals, I knew that it was due to the lack of proper food. But there.

At the end of the line of prisoners walking groggily into the room, was Him. He looked completely different from the rest of the prisoners. Yes, he looked like he hadn't had a proper meal in years, which was probably true, and yes, he looked like the most depressed guy in the world. But there was still that mischievous glint in his eyes.

He saw me, and looked completely shocked. He must have known I would eventually come back and see him. He cant be this shocked. However he composed himself and walked over to our designated visiting spot and sat down. Sat down? More like flopped down, he was clearly ill.

"Hey kid." he said tiredly.

"Hey," I replied stiffly, "You look surprised t'a see meh."

"Well, here's me t'inkin' dat maybe yo' be Jake. By de way. Well done wit dat. He really appreciated it."

"Wasn't a problem."

"yeah, but t'anks fo' getting' him out. He wouldn't have lasted anudah month in dis hell hole."

"And you?"

He looked at me straight in the eye. I knew what he was thinking. Get me out of here. I just want out. I'll do anything, just get me out of here. But instead he said, "Face it kid, I'm gonna have t'die here before I can get out."

He smiled that secret smile and the glint in his eyes grew bigger. We sat in silence for a while just staring each other our, daring each other to speak, to break this awkward silence.

"So kid, how yo' been?" he asked finally.

"Not bad."

"How's de wife."

"How d'ya know bout her?!"

"Yo' gotta weddin' ring on. So, what she like."

I know what I should say, 'None of you business you bastard!' But I couldn't say it. Seeing him like this, I knew that it would only kill him. Plus, part of me didn't believe it. "She's nice. Pregnant."

"It happens."

"but enough of ma wife. There's something' ah have t'a ask ya."

"An whats dat?" He knew. He knew exactly what it was I was going to ask but he wouldn't say it. He wanted me to ask it. He was giving me the choice. And I wasn't going to pass it up.

"Why d'ya turn yerself in? Why d'ya leave ma mama? Did ya not love her?"

It all came out in the one breath that he sat for a couple of minutes trying to work out what it was I actually said.

"Well, lets see. Why did I turn myself in. Guilt mainly. Felt dat it was bout time I gave myself up t'de authorities. However. Dere was anudah reason. Dis cop. She was real good at what she did. Got a promotion, wanted t'make a good first impression. Thought she'd do dis by catchin' de master thief."

"Ya?"

"Who else? So anyway, spent most of her life looking' fo' me. But she never caught me. I spoke t'her once. And she told me a lot of stuff dat scared me. Now when I be talkin' wit her, at de time I jus came back from a holiday in France wit yer mama. And when we came back dere was a message on de machine telling' me t'meet dis cop. T'dis day I still don know who left dat message. Anyways, so I meets dis cop."

The Bar was dimly lit, creating a very eerie atmosphere, seated at a table in the corner was a man draped in large trench coat. The cop known as Alexandra Davis walked towards him.
"Hello there. I'm inspector Davis and you are?"

"Dey call me James." replied the man, "Please take a seat. Do yo' play cards?"

"Not particularly." She said sitting down.

"Ah well. Everyone t'dere own. Yo' wanted t'meet me?"

"Yes. James, while you were away on holiday in France I was given an anonymous tip off that you were in fact the thief that I have been looking for all my life. Now, what I'm here to ask you is, am I wasting my time here with you, or are you really Remy LeBeau."

She watched as he shuffled the cards in his hands and grinned, "Tell me inspector Davies, did yo' bring back up?"

"No. I came alone."

"A wise move Mademoiselle."

"So are you Him? Are you Remy LeBeau?"

"De one and only." She paused, taking time to take in those last words he had uttered. Finally after all these years she had him, and now she was going to do the hardest thing in her life. She was going to fail.

"So what yo' gonna do cherie? Arrest me?" he taunted.

"No. I cant."

"Sure yo' can. Yo' jus take out dose handcuffs an put dem round ma wrists. Keep in mind dough. Not'in kinky. I got me a girlfriend who'd kick yo'r ass."

"No. Believe me mister LeBeau, I would arrest you, but I wont."

"Is it cause I'm so charming."

"No." she said turning red, "I have reason to believe that you are being suspected of cases that you have never even heard about before."

"huh?"

"Your un-catchable Mr LeBeau. You have committed many a theft but still no one has caught you. So the police began to give up on you. You were un-catchable and a waste of government money. But then, obe cop had a bright idea. If there was a case that was not solved a cop would simple put the file into yours and say you were in fact the suspect. And because you were un-catchable the case was buried and forgotten about. So far you are suspected on many mass-murdering cases, many amounts of thefts, most of which are not your own, sixteen GBH cases and three accounts on Rape." The man took a long time to take this all in, "This, Mr LeBeau is why I am not arresting you. I apologise, if I caused you much trouble."

"Non Cherie, it is me dat should be apologising t'yo' fo' de trouble I have out you through." She looked away from unable to stand that peculiar gaze any longer, "How badly did yo' wan me behind bars cherie?"

"So much that I would put my job on the line for it." She said, and he knew it was the truth.

"Dey won stop dough, will dey? Dey'll keep on looking' fo' me. Dey'll do anyt'in t'get me. Dey will make everyone I know lives hell." He looked away and then said, "I don wanna see anyone get hurt Alexandra. I don wanna see ma chere get hurt."

He stood up and walked over to where the policewoman sat and held out his open wrists to her. "No." she said, "I wont do it."

"Oui. You will"

"You will be put away for ever!"

"If it must be. I don wan anyone t'get hurt."

She paused and looked up at him. " Are you sure?"

"Yes." And as the metal handcuffs snapped over his wrists, he knew that it was going to be a long time before he had a drink again.

"And that why? Cause ya didn't want t'a hurt mama."

"Oui, pathetic, Non? I must have hurt her more."

"Maybe if ya phoned her, wrote t'a her, ya could have sorted it all out."

"Are ya kiddin' Kid. If yer mama had known back den, den she would have flown all de way down here and busted me out."

"Sounds lahke mama. But what about yer case before ya went in. Surely there were flaws, Ah mean ya couldn't possibly have done all of them! It's ridiculous."

"Alex, I had handed myself in. Nobody likes wasting government money. Dey jus asked me 'how d'ya plead?' and I said 'guilty.' Done and dusted. Sentence: Eternity."

"Then ya didn't get a fair trial! An not only can we get ya outta here wit that but we can sue the courts. Papa! I could get you out of here." The man in front of me looked up quickly and looked me straight in the eye. I remember I once said that this man would cry if he were not in a prison. This man did not care anymore. No one could harm him. And I watched as a crystal tear fell down the side of his cheek, "what?"

"yo', yo' called me Papa."

I didn't realize what it was I had said. But now I knew that I had meant to say it, "Well that's who ya are. Right? Yer ma Papa. An ah know people will say 'But he was never there fer ya Alex' and ah'll say, "yes he was. He was there when ah needed him most. When I could have made the bigest mistake of ma life. An' ma Papa helped me not t'a make that mistake.' Ya are ma papa wither ya like it or not. An ah aint loosin' ya again. I'm getting yo' outta here."

He smiled and said, "It's hopeless Kid. De only way I'm getting outta here is if I die here. Dey couldn't get me outta here before, dey wont be able to again."

"Maybe. But ah wasn't yer lawyer back then."

Woo hoo. Anudah cliffy. Not as good as the last time but still quite a cliffy. I couldn't think of another inspector's name so I just used Alexandra , and I know she was meant to be dead, but hey, she was cool for the whole three pages she was in the book for.