AN: Don't own anyone but Fate and the attacker. Thank you for the very kind comments! Oh and any sentences are most likely incorrect, I know.
"You again? What do you want this time?" Zane Marchetti asked opening his front door.
"I think you should come down to the station with us," Brass said with his hand gesturing for him to follow Brass to his car.
"Fate told me that you guys were gonna try to pin one of us down for stabbing that chick," Zane said while getting handcuffs put on him.
"Than I guess it's just your lucky day, now isn't it?" Brass said pulling him to his car.
They drove down to the station where Greg and Catherine were waiting. Catherine looked at how nervous Greg was. "You don't have to talk to this guy if you don't want to Greg. I can do it," Catherine said trying to comfort him.
Looking up like he was just asleep and someone violently shook him to wake him said, "What? No, I'm fine I gotta do this myself. Thanks Catherine."
"Okay just remember I'm gonna be watching it," Catherine said as they both saw who was coming down the hall. First Zane than once he was put in the interrogation room Fate followed to the other room. Greg wanted to talk to Zane first.
"Hi, Zane," Greg said while taking a seat across from him. Brass was standing in the dark corner just wanting to watch the show.
"How are you?" Zane asked with attitude full in his voice.
"Oh come on, Fate would have told you she was seeing someone. I'm the boyfriend," Greg said in his cocky voice.
"Yeah? Guess she never mentioned it," Zane said just throwing it off his back.
"Huh? Isn't that something?"
"You tell me."
"Well why don't you tell me how your prints got on the assault weapon that put three holes in my friends stomach," Greg asked handing him the report.
"Now, isn't that something?" Zane said throwing back the report not bothering to look at it.
"We searched your closet too- hope you don't mind. But we found the same shoe prints that came off one of your boots at the crime scene. You wanna tell me about that?"
"Not especially," Zane said looking away.
"Look, I know you don't even know the victim, but you do know the suspect. I'm guessing well enough to be talked into an attempt at murder. Now, why don't you save yourself and tell us Fate put it up to you," Greg said looking at him squarely.
"Isn't that something now," Zane said looking right back at Greg with the same disgust.
"What?"
"You're some boyfriend. Do you just have it out for Fate? Think this will be easier than breaking up with her?"
"That has nothing to do with this," Greg said to him.
"You're her boyfriend but you're tryin' to put her behind bars, that's cold man. But maybe you should know somethin' bro, before I wave the lawyer card. Remember those times Fate would just disappear for hours on end?" Zane asked trying to push him.
Greg didn't say anything but screamed yes in him mind.
"We aint 'friends' buddy, she's my girl. She's been doin' tricks for me since I can remember. She was just going to you for the emotional attachment bro," Zane told him.
"You're going to be doing 10 to 15. Have a good life, buddy," Greg said giving 'buddy' the same attitude Zane gave him and getting up and leaving to go talk to Fate.
Barging through the door Greg didn't bother taking a seat before saying, "Use anyone lately Fate?"
"What are you talking about?" Fate asked getting confused.
"Zane Marchetti." Greg said flatly.
"I don't know what he told you but-" Fate started.
"Save it Fate, right now I believe a stranger rather than you. Too bad your pimp's going to jail," Greg said walking out. Seeing Brass in the hallway Greg ran up to him and said, "Get Marchetti's lawyer here, make his lawyer give up Fate."
About a half hour later Greg was back in the interrogation room staring back at Zane but only this time accompanied with his lawyer.
"So we have his prints on the attack weapon, his shoe prints, his girl's boyfriend's good friend in the hospital, look we know Fate put Zane up to it, can you please get him to fuss up. He can go for 5 years instead," Brass tried reasoning with his lawyer.
"And no probation?" she asked.
"Fine," Brass said. His lawyer nodded to Zane and he looked back at Greg.
"Look, she called me and said she overheard part of his conversation with the chick," Zane said pointing to Greg. "Said that he was cheatin' on her, that her he hurt her. I asked how I could help. She said she was coming to pick me up. I got in her car and she handed me a knife with a little blood on it, she said she cut her finger. When I was done she took the knife in a towel. That's about it," Zane just got done when Brass's phone rang.
"Sorry hold on… Brass…. Okay," and he hung up.
"Zane, my friend found a hair on the passenger seat of Fate's car. If we could take a sample of your hair to conform it was you, which just all the more back's up your story," Brass said trying to reason with him now.
Zane looked at his lawyer and she just nodded at him again. Greg took the piece of hair and took it to DNA. Later it was conformed that it was Zane's. Now all Greg had to do was go talk to Fate again.
She was back in the interrogation room waiting to be handled with. Greg walked calmly into the room this time. Took a seat coolly than looked at Fate. He wanted a good look of the girl that used and hurt him the most in his entire life.
"I have one question for you Fate, what was going through your mind when you called Zane?" Greg asked her.
"Greg, why are you trying to do this to me? Some boyfriend you are, I'm sure that Sara chick is lucky," Fate told him not even bothering to give him a glance.
"I'm not your boyfriend Fate," Greg said flat.
Actually looking at him now she came back with, "Very well than."
"You're going to jail Fate, have a good life," Greg said getting up to leave when he heard.
"Don't you wanna know how I could use someone so bad? Lie so much and give you the little act I gave you every time I saw you?"
Greg looked back; her arms were folded across her chest now. "It was easy when it was so fun to play with you. And I must say, you were the most fun yet," she said coolly herself.
"But obviously you cared enough to attack the one person who I could actually love, weren't I?" Greg said looking back at her one last time than turning around and walking out the door.
He was greeted by Catherine and Warrick in the hallway of the police station.
"You okay bro?" Warrick asked him.
"Yeah I am, but listen I gotta go do something, I'll see you guys later," Greg said to them and walked away.