Rainy Days and Mondays – Part 8
"I already told you!" Bellamy yelled, banging his fist on the table. "It ain't mine, and anyone else who tells you different is lying!"
Gina gave a small smirk and leant closer. "Clever things these forensics..." she said, folding her arms and sitting back against the desk. "Did you know they can collect DNA from the smallest fibre? From fingerprints....finger prints that for instance have been found on the knife...finger prints that have been proved as not belonging to the officer who found the knife, or your friend Mr French..."
Bellamy shrugged. "Could be anyones..."
"That's where you are wrong." Gina said, smiling with obvious satisfaction. "Fingerprints are unique to a person. Add to that the statement of the victim, the fact that your DNA as well as your friends is likely to be all over the coat we found, her reaction to seeing you again....the results of the swabs from yourself and the victim that'll be in anytime now... it's pretty conclusive don't you think?"
Bellamy said nothing, but sat back against his chair, glaring at the floor.
"And then there's the matter of what Mr French told us..." Mickey smirked, leaning forward and resting his elbow on the table. "Complete confession, telling us everything you'd said...what you'd planned...."
"You're lying!" Bellamy spat, raising his gaze.
"Did it make you feel big? Assaulting a woman? Two of you against one?" Mickey glared at him, as Bellamy twitched, "Wrong place at the wrong time for her eh? But she's a pretty girl....must have been a bonus for you...."
"Shut up!" Bellamy glared, looking away.
"Did it make you feel good? Seeing that fear in her eyes, seeing how you scared her? And then there's the knife....that incase she fought back? Your friend made that pretty impossible-"
"SHUT UP!" Bellamy glared, flying across the table and launching at Mickey as Mickey kicked his chair back and pinned him down against the table with Gina's help, pressing the panic button and holding him there until other officers rushed in, taking Bellamy and frogmarching him, kicking, screaming and protesting back to his cell.
Mickey leant against the wall, catching his breath, oblivious to the stern look from Gina. "Was that really necessary?" she asked, finishing the formalities with the tapes.
"I needed to see if he was sorry..." Mickey sighed, rubbing his head in his hands.
"When all you did is manage to wind him up further..."
"Yes Ma'am" he hung his head. "Sorry Ma'am...."
"You did some good work today DC Webb..." Gina said, picking both tapes up and walking over to the door. "Don't ruin it by forcing the end result. Bellamy is guilty, we both know that, and so will the judges....especially with all the forensic evidence. But the last thing we want is him getting off on a technicality because you wanted to exact revenge for your friend.
"You alright?" Smiffy said quietly, leaning against the wall with Charlie on his lap, still clinging tightly to him, her head buried in his neck.
She grunted something incoherent and looked up, nodding and relaxing her hold on him slightly.
"It'll be alright." He said, raising his hand and brushing her hair from her eyes. "Trust me."
"I do." She whispered, shifting on his lap and jumping as the door opened slowly.
"Sorry," Mickey smiled slightly at them both. "Not interrupting anything am I?" he asked, looking behind the desk at them.
Charlie shook her head, entwining her fingers through Smiffys.
Mickey walked through, closing the door behind him and walked slowly over, sitting down on the floor in front of them, "We've got them sweetheart." He smiled at her, taking her free hand. "Everything's going to be fine."
Charlie released a low sob and rubbed her eyes as Smiffy pulled her closer and held her tightly, kissing her forehead.
Epilogue
"And how do you find the defendant, Matthew James Bellamy?"
"We find him..." the chairman of the jury paused, as if for dramatic effect, causing Charlie to cling tighter to Smiffy's hand.
Smiffy wrapped his arm around her, gently stroking her hand with his thumb.
"....Guilty."