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"How long have they been like that?" asked Hammond, standing behind the glass, looking into the holding cell.
"About six hours, sir," said the man in charge at Federal.
"Well Bob, why did you let her in in the first place?" Hammond asked between gritted teeth.
"Because sir," he said in a sarcastically polite voice, "with her in there he is talking about the true cause of his treasonous act. Not to mention my people are getting a better idea of his intentions and personality."
"Well, have you gotten anything you can use against him so far?"
"So far, the best course of action seems to be to request leniency and-"
"What?" roared Hammond.
"Sir, we believe that as a whole his actions were genuinely not taken in order to betray his country; they were just taken in order to save his wife. We are however," he said a little louder to cover Hammond's grunts of disapproval, "still going to point out the fact that he did indeed break the law and will see that the proper consequence is established."
Hammond thought for a second.
"Fine. Keep me up to date."
And with that he walked out.
Inside the holding cell Tony and Michelle were still sitting against the wall sleeping, Tony's arms around her and hers around his. Both had a serene look on their face, like they had finally been able to really relax, wrapped in each other's arms.
"Do we really want to send this guy to jail?" said Bob Grover to one of the people who was watching, a man named Kevin Slinken.
"I don't know. I feel bad for the guy, and its obvious he's not a hard criminal, but still, he did break the law, I guess," said Kevin.
"I still don't feel right about this. I mean, I don't think this guy deserves to go to prison. Did anybody die because of his actions?"
Kevin checked through the papers in the folder he was holding.
"No sir. In fact, Almeida actually helped get Saunders back after he helped him escape. I assume some people got hurt in the battle that occurred in order to capture Saunders and his men, but I'm not sure if Almeida can be blamed for that."
"This is a hard one Slinken. I'm gonna need to talk to them,"
"Of course Mr. Grover. Would you like to talk to them now?"
"No. Call me when they wake up. If it's not in the next hour than we'll wake them."
"Yes sir."
Grover left the room.
About a half hour later Michelle had started to stir. Once awake, she laid on her side and just watched Tony. She began to stroke his hair; God she loved him. It devoured her. It felt like she was made for him; he was her sole mate, the one person in the world that she was meant to spend her life with. She wondered how long it would be until they made love again, until they shared an intimate dinner, until they took one of their long walks that lead nowhere. It was like she knew in the back of her brain, the part that held her better knowledge of reality and all the procedures that she lived by in the professional world, that there was just cause to convict Tony, but it was almost as if she was pretending that that part didn't exist, trying to forcibly block out the rationality of the conviction, trying to make it seem as though there was no way he could be convicted because the charge, was strictly ludicrous. And she did believe, even in the part of her that thought that there was this 'just cause', the part that made her look at the conviction objectively, that the charge was definitely not fair. But what was important was if other people would see it as unfair. She was in love with him; her opinion on the matter was about as important as the average dung beetle's. But was it? What if she rallied for him, told their story and tried to get public support. But there was really only so much she could tell the public about what occurred that day. 'Shut up brain,' she thought angrily. She didn't want to think about the logistics, just about her love for him. Concentrate on that. Its something solid, something that was there, firm and rigid, and there was nobody that could take that from her. But they could take him, and it was easier to concentrate on the definite rather than the unknown. She leaned down and kissed him on the nose, Tony letting out a slight moan and opening his eyes to the face of his beautiful, compassionate wife.