Chapter 10
Mimi handed Ryan off to a uniformed officer before crossing the squad room and heading towards the refrigerator in the corner. "Do I even want to know?" Derek asked looking up from the report he was filling out as she reached in and took out a can of soda.
"I don't know, do you?" Mimi asked as she turned and put the can to her cheek. "What?" she asked at his questioning stare. "Oh, elbow to the cheek. Hurts, but I've had worse," she shrugged as she crossed to her desk.
"Kendall?"
"Believe it or not, Ryan Lavery."
"Lavery?"
"Yep. Resisting arrest. He also assaulted Palmer Courtland and threatened Ms. Hart-Slater, in front of witnesses," she answered.
Derek shook his head at that: "sorry I missed it."
"Just wish I had. So you get anything out of little Ms. Henry?"
"Kirby."
"What?"
"Apparently her legal last name if Kirby."
"Whatever. Did you get anything?"
"No."
"Did you remember to remind her of the charges she'd be facing? Fraud. Interference in a police investigation. Conspiracy?"
Derek glared at her: "I've been doing this job longer than you, Mimi. I think I know how to interrogate a witness, even with interference."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I probably could've gotten more out of her if you hadn't have stepped in."
"Really, what makes you think that?" she asked as she leaned against the side of her ex's desk.
"She wanted Dixie's life. She wanted her friends."
"Derek, that's flimsy at the least."
"If you say so," he said sarcastically as he returned his attention to the report.
"Captain, Lavery's in a cell," a uniformed officer announced as he came in.
"Good."
Derek looked up: "where'd you put him?"
"Next to Kirby."
"Damn," Mimi said straightening up.
"You're telling me," Derek replied as he rose. "We better separate those two before they decide to team up."
"You think that's going to be a problem?"
"They're both in a cell because of the same person, how can it not be?"
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Ryan slammed his hand against the bars and cursed before turning away and starting to tear apart the cell. The chair clanged against the bars as he turned and started to pull apart the bedding, tossing it towards the opposite side of the cell.
"You mind, keeping it down?" Di asked from her own cot.
Ryan paused at the soft voice and shifted: "Dixie?" he asked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
She shrugged: "I'm still trying to figure it out," she sighed as she rose and crossed towards him. "What about you?"
"Kendall," he spat. "I want to check on my baby and next thing I knew, I was being arrested."
"Seems like that's been happening a lot today," she sighed.
"You too? Why?"
"Long story," Di sighed. "I heard that her husband was shot. Do you know how he is?"
"Hopefully dead."
"That's not very charitable."
Ryan shook his head trying to clear it: "he helped to ruin my life. I don't think I should be feeling charitable to a man who stole a part of my life and cost me the woman I loved," he answered stiffly. "And considering that Kendall's part of the reason that you're in here I'm. . .no, I take that back. You always were the forgiving type, Dixie."
Di shrugged: "I made my own mistakes," she admitted as she looked down at the floor. "I guess it's just about time I started facing up to some of the things I've done."
"I can't believe you have anything to face up to."
"Oh, but we all do," she said softly. "And I have the feeling that doing that might just be the thing I need to do."
"What would that be?" Mimi asked as she came over to the cells with Derek.
"I well. . .Nothing," she sighed as she lost her reserve at the black woman's stare.
"I see," Mimi sighed as Derek opened Ryan's cell.
Ryan grinned: "you owe me an apology," he directed at Mimi.
"I don't think so."
"Apparently you do since I'm getting out of here."
"Nope, just having your cell changed. Wouldn't want you too to get into more trouble for plotting against someone," Derek answered. "And don't try knocking me around, Ryan."
"I didn't. . ."
"Yeah, that's why my ex is walking around with a bruise on her cheek," Derek replied as he grabbed Ryan and pushed him down the hallway towards another cell. "By the way, you tear up the cell like that?"
"I was frustrated, Derek. I just. . .I found out some things and. . ."
"Right," Derek sighed with a roll of his eyes as he passed the last cell.
Mimi hurried to catch up to them: "Where are you putting him?"
"Somewhere where he won't hurt himself or anyone else," he replied as the started to pass a guard: "Henry, call Jones. Tell him I've got a suicide watch for him with anger management problems."
"Hey! I'm not suicidal."
"Yeah, well driving a motorcycle over a cliff and faking your death is one hell of a way to prove that one."
"Well, looks like we have one more charge against you: fraud," Mimi commented. "But at least you have a private room."