Ch. 3 Broken Hearts and Concrete Floors

The heavy door opened and she heard the heels clicking against the tile floor. Just as before, she did not bother to look up at her visitor, not that the table was that interesting. The metal screeched against the floor as the woman pulled out the other chair and sat across from her.

"Table's pretty mesmerizing, isn't it?" Carly joked, breaking the silence. "How long have you been here?"

Normally, Carly was partly a fan of a one-sided conversation. Especially when she wanted to rant about everything and dump all her emotions off her chest at once without interruption. But this wasn't one of those times. This was a serious situation, and staying quiet could only make it worse.

"You know, Justus is doing what he can, but as good as he is, you have to help him a little. Why don't you tell me what happened? Come on Courtney, you have to say something."

Before she could continue, Carly heard shouting coming from outside and a second later the door burst open and the angry brunette came charging through.

"How could you?" She seethed. "All the times you said how dangerous and unstable Ric was, when you were a psychopath all along. You're going to rot in jail you murdering bitch!"

"Elizabeth, didn't you and Ric get divorced not too long ago for the second time?" Carly pointed out defending her best friend who looked as if she hadn't even heard the petite woman's harsh words. "You must have seen how crazy he was."

"Doesn't mean I wanted him dead. But you.." she pointed at Courtney. "You're going to get what you deserve." she said before storming of the room leaving the door open. Carly saw through the doorway the young man who just entered the station and went out to meet him.

"Jason, thank God."

"What's going on? Courtney was arrested?" he asked confused.

"They think she killed Ric. Justus is trying to get a release but she isn't talking to him or anyone else."

"I'll talk to her." Jason offered moving to the door. Before he could enter, a voice called out to him.

"Not so fast Morgan."

"You're not stopping me, Baldwin." he said to the annoying D.A. "I'm going to talk to my wife."

"Wife?" he let out a small chuckle. "Last I heard she hasn't been you wife for a while. I see she still has your last name, isn't that sweet? She do that to show you how much she loves you? Makes you wonder just what else she would do. Either way it doesn't matter. We have all we need to put your ex away for murder. Just waiting for the forensics report on the weapon to put the icing on the cake."

"You can't honestly think-" Carly began.

"I don't have to think." he interrupted. "We got a witness who saw her go into Lansing's building, we got a dead A.D.A., we got a murder weapon, and we got the suspect at the scene when our guys arrived."

"That doesn't mean anything. There's a million possible explanations." Carly announced.

"Just accept it. We got blondie with Lansing's blood on her hands. Literally." he smiled at his own joke and walked away, leaving a fuming Jason behind him.

"I don't care what he says. I'm finding out what's going on." Jason stomped past Carly and into the room his ex wife was in.

"Hey." he said quietly, entering.

A moment ago he'd been headstrong about talking to her. Now that he was there, he felt uncomfortable and unsure of what to say. The night he signed the papers wasn't a good one. Definitely not a friendly ending, but he had to put that aside and try to help her now.

"How are they treating you? You comfortable?"

Instead of answering him, she lifted her hands from her lap and put them on the table, displaying the metal bracelets clasped around each wrist. Jason nodded, understanding what it was like to be in a police station for hours. But he was used to it, it was his life. It wasn't supposed to be hers.

"What were you doing at Ric's?" he ran a hand through his hair. " Will you at least look at me?"

He was a little surprised when she actually lifted her gaze and did as he asked. The part of him that was surprised was the part that then wished she had ignored him. He didn't like what he saw. A pale, emotionless gaze that was the complete opposite from the sparkling orbs he'd known for so long.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a voice as cold and hollows as her eyes.