A/N (Excuses): Well, this is taking forever. I'm really busy lately, and you know how sometimes your computer can take ten minutes to warm up? Mine takes ten days. Sorry about the wait, I'm trying to have this chapter make sense according to the last chapter. Also, due to a recent experience with the police (long story), I have lost a LOT of respect for them. Jackasses… anyway, I'm sure not all police are like that, just the ones I talked to, just an FYI. Also… despite my recent teenage-angsty-soap-opera-drama stuff, I still have no idea how the legal system works! Which is probably why these things happen to me in the first place… Oh well. (PS my space button is broken)

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Chapter 15, AKA: It's just a filler!

She couldn't exactly say she was surprised, someone was bound to find out some time, but certainly not him, and definitelynot like that. The police knocking down the door to the room you're in is not something you can really prepare for. They had dragged a dazed Garfield from the room and handcuffed him, practically throwing him outside into their car and barely leaving time for Rachel to defend him, or even for him to defend himself. Of course, the real kicker was seeing her father standing next to the car talking to an officer, a worried look on his face. But no, she wasn't surprised; it was more like being very, very angry.

Rachel promptly righted herself and fixed her clothes before rushing out the door, only to be caught before she could even get her father's attention.

"Miss, you are in no condition to move right now, let us take you to the hospital and everything will be okay." An officer said, talking to her like she was eight years old. She wasn't stupid, she was mad.

"I can move fine," fine enough to kick you in the-

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to come with me." Sorry? He didn't know sorry.

The cop doubled over in pain, falling to the floor and cringing. Rachel ignored the writhing man on the floor and made her way over to her father.

"What did you do?" Rachel asked. Trigon feigned a look of relief.

"Raven, thank goodness you're okay." He leaned towards her for a hug and she abruptly pushed him away.

"Don't you call me that, what the hell did you do?" He glanced around for anyone that might hear, seeing no one, he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"You think you can just run off with your teacher without my consent?" She didn't have time to answer before a limping officer dragged her off. She saw Garfield get loaded into the car and locked eyes with him through the window. He mouthed something to her and she nodded in response, be careful…

Rachel was deeply reminded of those really bad cop movies from the eighties and was more than half expecting one of the cops to come and tell her she was going "down town." At least it would have provided a laugh; she could have used one right then. None of the police officers would tell her what was going on yet, and they all refused to let her talk to her father or to Garfield, not to mention that officer she kicked seemed to have it out for her now. They should have been arresting him not her, but then again she didn't even know if she was being arrested at all.

She crossed her arms as she waited in the car outside of the police station. They had told her they wouldn't put cuffs on her, but she wasn't so sure, so she kept her arms crossed and her hands out of sight. Finally having enough of being clueless she got out of the car and jogged into the police station, half expecting to be staring down the barrel of a gun as soon as she entered. No such luck however, everything seemed quiet, peaceful… normal. How could everyone be acting like everything was okay, when things were so obviously not okay… at least not to her, and not at that moment.

"Can I help you?" Rachel's head snapped upward and her eyes spotted a secretary, standing on a ladder and arranging files of some sort.

"Um… yeah, I need to see Garfield Logan."

"He just finished his questioning, you can't see him until tomorrow unless you're immediate family."

"Oh, I'm his…" Rachel racked her brain for something. Girlfriend was not considered family; wife wouldn't seem likely, as she wasn't eighteen… "I'm his sister." The secretary looked her up and down, looking suspicious, and why wouldn't she? They didn't look anything alike.

"Mhhmm… I see. I'll just go get Officer Hanson to do a background check and you can head in." Before the woman could walk away, Rachel asked her quickly.
"What cell is he in?"

"Cell block C in cell 27…" Rachel nodded at her and sat on a nearby stool. As soon as the clicking of the secretary's heels could no longer be heard, Rachel took off at a dead run. She turned several hallways, following signs and avoiding officers. Of course, it would have helped to know where she was going.

Finally (finally) she reached the Cell Block C, as the large letters painted on the wall said in dull blue letters. Rachel walked calmly, though on the inside she was shaking, ignoring the stares of the men in cells that she passed. The walls were fairly close together, and the cells were tiny, she had to walk straight down the center in order to be out of reach of the men there, but to feel comfortable she would have had to been able to shrink or phase through the floor, or have super powers… like that was going to happen anytime soon. Rachel spotted Garfield from about six cells down; he was the only one not wearing black and white. She guessed they hadn't had time to dress him in the standard prison clothes. She jogged up to him and could feel his surprise flowing off him.

"Raven?"

"Nope, she's not here." He grinned at her, somehow able to joke around in a desperate situation.

"How are you?" He gave her a funny look.

"As good as I can be considering… everything." A small silence passed before either spoke again.

"I'm sorry." She said. Garfield stared at her.

"Why?"

"If I hadn't been so… stupid, this wouldn't be happening. If I had never… I mean…" He could tell she was frustrated, and finally letting out a breath, she answered.

"I guess… I'm sorry because it's my fault you're in here, I should have listened to you the first time I met you." She let out a laugh, but felt like crying.

"Would you do it again?"

"…What do you mean?"
"I mean… if you could go back in time, after everything that has happened, back to the very first time I asked you to take off your sweater, knowing perfectly well what would happen if you didn't listen, would you still say no?" Rachel thought back to that time, what was probably months ago felt like eons. Back to when she was lonely, when she had only her two friends. Back when she was afraid all the time, when she wouldn't smile for weeks at a time… Back to when everything was normal for her, when there were no complications or relationships, no little bumps in the road, no Garfield…

"Of course I would." She didn't have to think about it for long.

The loud pounding of footsteps was heard from some distance away, and Rachel cringed.

"Raven… what exactly did you do?"

"Um… let's just say I have to go and leave it at that."

"You know Rae, if I could trade you for the most obedient girl in the world, I wouldn't even hesitate to say no." Rachel rolled her eyes. The footsteps got louder, and Rachel prepared to run.

"You and your weird fetishes…" He turned red.

"Raven! I don't-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I have to run. One last thing, when you're taking a shower and if you drop the soap, don't bend down to pick it up."

"Why?" Rachel shuddered, turning slightly nauseous. Definitely something she didn't want to think about.

"Just… trust me on this one." Garfield nodded, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go.

"HEY! There's the girl!" She took off like a shot, gone before he could even think of anything else to say. How come he never knew she could run so fast?

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know it's short. The story is probably only going to have a few more chapters, like two or three. I really should stop procrastinating. The next chapter will not be a filler, and will hopefully be the court case if I would just stop PUTTING OFF MY WRITING.