A/N: I don't own Phantom, Christine, Raoul or any other character or lyric from the original story or play. I only own my plot and descriptions.
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Summary: With the news that they had made an arrest they came bounding into her home. But what would this mean for her? And what would this mean for the man whom they had locked away. A final insult.
Rating: High… T (Possibly M later)
Lullaby
Chapter 1- Capture
She stared blankly at the officer as if he were some mud her fiancé had just trudged through her newly cleaned living room, rather than the policeman he had just invited in. She watched him as he spoke, his moustache bouncing on his top lip, and she noticed spit forming in the corner of his mouth. She averted her eyes in disgust to Raoul who was looking slightly solemn for her but she knew that underneath he was feeling smug and self satisfied. And he should, she thought and held back a sorrowed sigh.
He should feel smug and self satisfied.
She looked back over at the officer who was rocking backwards and forwards with an unbridled glee, as if he were telling her of a childhood memory. As if he wasn't making her feel sick to her stomach, making her heart ache. He bobbed up and down, nodding and laughing as she looked on and she realised that he had asked her a question.
'I'm sorry,' she said and forced herself to look at his face. 'What did you say?'
He smiled and gave Raoul a knowing look, nudge, nudge wink. The little lady, she thought with a very deep suppressed groan. She had heard him mutter something to Raoul about how filthy he had been when they caught him and how grotesque his face was. She didn't want to listen anymore and so she had cut her mind off from them.
'We were wondering, as you were the only one to see him properly.' He began and she nodded as if she were interested. 'If you would come along and identify him.'
She stared.
'Dear, he was only suggesting… If you don't want to...' Raoul said, stepping over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. Christine looked into his deep almond eyes and nodded.
'Good, good.' Said the officer with a grin. 'Tomorrow?' he asked.
'Yes,' Christine said, smiling. So false. 'In the morning.'
Raoul kissed her forehead softly and the skin tingled under his touch. She watched as he straightened himself up and walked over to the officer, patting his back and leading him to the door. No doubt smiling with that smug look on his face, the one she knew he had been hiding from her.
Yes, he should look like that. He should be happy, he should be smug.
They had caught the Phantom of the Opera.