Casey sat across from Ethan and his lawyer, Langan, as Fin and Groves stood by, ready to interrogate the perpetrator. Cragen, Locke, Bridget and Huang watched from the back room.
"What are you offering, Novak?" Langan asked, knowing all the convincing evidence piled up against his client.
"Twenty-five years for one count assault and two counts sexual assault in the first degree." Langan smirked, thinking he was getting the better deal. "Only if your client is willing to admit what he did in America and then be tried in the British court system for murder in the second degree, assault of a police officer and sexual assault in the first degree."
"No deal."
"Fine, then can we get a statement?"
Langan went to answer no, but Ethan's mouth was ahead of him. "I didn't do anything wrong. I love them, they love me."
"Mary wouldn't give you the time of day," Groves spat at him.
"Don't respond," Langan said quickly. "They're trying to trap you."
"If you loved Mary, why did you kill her?" Groves snarled.
"I didn't kill her; I would never kill her."
"Oh really? Do you want to know what I said for her eulogy? Do ya?"
"All right, Detective, you can back off." Langan turned to Casey and said, "I want a moment to discuss things over with my client."
"Fine, but the deal won't stay on the table forever," Casey warned as they left.
As the two detectives and the ADA entered the back room, Huang stroked his chin. "It'd be interesting to see how he reacts if you keep mentioning Mary and her death. I think that could be the key to get him to break."
"Not with that lawyer of his around," Groves grumbled.
"So how do we get him to waive his right to an attorney?" Cragen questioned.
Everyone was quiet, no one coming up with an idea that would work. There was a knock on the door and Mary stuck her head in and saw Casey and Huang, the only two people in the room who didn't know the truth. "Groves, your boss wants to know what's going on with the case. She's on line one."
Silence filled the room and finally Groves smiled and said, "Mary."
She looked around, confused, and asked, "What?"
"Mary."
"Has he been drinking?"
"Mary, you're the key."
"I'm not Mary, but if I was, key to what?"
"I don't understand," Casey said.
"You look like Mary, so if you go in there he could snap and confess."
"Wait a tick, are you suggesting I go in the interrogation room with him?"
Huang shook his head quickly and said, "No, it wouldn't work. Her psyche is too delicate after the attack."
"My psyche is fine!" Mary snapped defensively.
"And this is the perfect time to prove it," Groves said. "Think about it. You get the chance to show that scum how strong you are, and he hasn't affected you at all."
"Except," Mary hesitated. She could tell her old partners that it has affected her - tremendously - or lie. "Wouldn't that be legal no-no if I interrogate him? Wouldn't it allow him to appeal the case?"
Casey thought it over and said, "No."
"See, all you have to do is go in there and show him your magic," Groves encouraged.
Locke shifted uncomfortably and said, "I don't think that's a good idea, Groves."
"Hush, Locke." He turned to Mary and continued, "Come on Ma-Daisy, I'm sure you've got more bottle then Locke and me combined. And nuttin scares Bloody Mary."
"Scared, nuttin scared Bloody Mary. Past tense," she whispered to herself.
"What?"
"Fine, Groves, I'll do it."
"Great, just go in there and get his barrister to leave and then have at him," Groves said as he ushered her to the door.
"You don't have to do this," Fin reminded her.
"I know, but I will."
"Great, now best of British to you," Groves said as he made a motion to pinch her cheek.
She grabbed his hand and twisted. "Try pinching my cheek again and I will beat you to an inch of your life."
"Great to see you've that fiery spirit in you," and Mary was out the door.
"This is a bad idea," Fin whispered to Groves. "It will just hurt Mary more."
Groves let the knowledge that Fin knew about Mary soak in before replying, "If anyone can handle it, it's Mary."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I know Mary."
"But you don't know rape victims," Fin spat at him.
As the door to the interrogation room opened Langan yelled, "We're not done yet!"
"You'll have time after our chat to continue discussing the deal," Mary assured them as she entered the room.
Ethan's face lit up with excitement and joy. "Mary, I knew you were alive."
Mary ignored him and kept her eyes on the lawyer. "I'm here to remind your client that if he doesn't take the deals, we will add the charges of sexual assault in the second degree and assault of a police officer to his already lengthy list of charges."
Langan looked flustered and shook his head. "What officer?"
"Detective Daisy Clampett is the officer he raped the morning of November 11th."
"Why isn't-"
"We haven't decided if he will be charged or not. We feel that if he takes the deal he won't be charged with those crimes, but if he doesn't, we plan on charging him for everything."
"That's blackmail."
"It's the officer's choice to decide when or if she will charge him. As long as she doesn't wait past the statute of limitation, she can charge him whenever she wants."
"And just what is your name, Detective? It wouldn't be Daisy, would it?" Langan asked smugly, thinking he had caught the prosecution in trying to coerce a confession.
Mary caught her reflection in the two-way mirror and realized that her reflection looked exactly the same as it did four months ago before any of this had happened. She wasn't the same, but Ethan never had to know that. "I'm Detective Mary Tudor of the Special Branch of the Metropolitan Police Force."
Langan eyes widened. "I thought Detective Tudor was dead."
"Then he would be charged with murder of a police officer instead of just assault. So, what is your client going to do now, Counselor?"
Langan gulped and went to converse with his client. Ethan ignored his lawyer and said, "I knew you were alive, Mary; I would never kill you."
"I am only allowed to direct any questions I have to your lawyer, unless you waive the right to counsel," Mary informed him indifferently.
"So that's what you're really after. Well, it won't work," Langan told her.
"I waive my right to counsel," Ethan replied eagerly.
"All right, Mr. Langan, you heard your client. Buh-bye," she said with a smug smile and a little wave.
"I'm going to be watching this interview and if I see anything funny, I'll have your badge," he warned before leaving.
Mary wished he didn't have to leave. She didn't want to be left alone with him, but she had to and she hated it. "So Soranders, are you going to take the deal?"
"Mary, it's so good to see you again," Ethan said, grabbing her hands. "You're a real angel, you know that? Even surrounded by barbarians you still look exceptional."
She pulled her hands away and said, "Take the damn deal, Soranders. Admit what you did here, and then you'll go over to London and have a trial for what you did there."
"I didn't do anything wrong; he got in the way of our love," he said smiling.
Mary stared at him. Her face paled and she couldn't force her mouth to move.
"She can't handle it," Huang stated.
"Yes she can," Groves exclaimed and then added under his breath, "Don't prove me wrong, Mary."
"We're not talking about what you did to Joe and me," Mary said with a quivering voice. "We're talking about what you did to Leyna and Ryan."
"I missed you, but I knew you were safe and alive."
She raised an eyebrow, something connecting in her mind. "You knew I was alive?" He nodded. "Well, if you knew I was alive, why did you rape Leyna? Wouldn't that be considered infidelity in your mind since you think we're in a relationship?"
"I had a moment of weakness," he answered ashamed.
"It looked pretty planned out for a moment of weakness."
"I saw her with this guy a couple times, and I needed to teach her a lesson."
"And you decided to do that by raping her?"
"I used the same drug I used on you and him, only a lesser dose. She was much easier to handle then you. It was disappointing, really. She cried and begged a lot for her life and maybe begged once or twice for his life. Unlike you. You begged, but didn't cry. And you begged for his life, not yours. And oh, the second time you didn't even beg. You were sensational. You had this delicious scent to you."
"Stop it," she whispered as she turned her face away from the mirror. Her face was twisted in pain and her eyes were misting over.
"Stop what, my dear?"
Her face hardened and her eyes dried. "We'll get to my attack later. Finish telling me about Leyna and Ryan."
"Well, Ryan was out of the picture early. It was a shame, really, I thought I had given him enough to kill him just like dear old Joe."
Mary jumped to her feet, wanting to flip the table over and pin him underneath it, but restrained herself. She sat herself back down and took a deep breath. "How did you find me in America?"
"That homeless man who tried to bite you, I let him sleep in that apartment for free and he informed me there was a cop who looked like the girl from my photos. So, I started watching precincts and I found you. And I found out about you having that other cop over. That detective-"
"Listen, you little piece of crap, I'm not your property and I do not like it anyway. You are slime and I would never be caught dead seen socializing with you," Mary yelled and stood up. She pointed to the tape recorder that had been on and said, "We've got your confession about what you did to Leyna and Ryan on tape, so I would consider taking the deal."
She had planned to turn and leave, but her mouth wasn't finished. She leaned against the table and spat into his face, "And just to let you know, when you get tried in London - and you will be tried in London - they will find you insane and you will spend the rest of your days in Ashworth Psychiatric Hospital with my father. And just to warn you, he's going to know what you did and he gets very violent when someone hurts his little girl."
She turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed her and pulled her on the table. Before he could do any damage, Locke and Groves had busted through the door and tackled him to the floor. Fin helped Mary up and asked, "You okay?"
She was shaken, but nodded. "I think I just need to lie down for a bit."
"Come on, let's get you to the crib," Fin said as he assisted her out the door.
Once she was away from him, everything that just happened hit her like falling piano. Her pulse sped up and her breathing increased, but she didn't feel like she was getting enough oxygen. She had just done something she never wanted to do, and she let the information about her father slip out. She found she couldn't focus her eyes and she said in a tired voice, "I don't think I can make it to the crib."
Before anything could be done to help, she passed out in Fin's arm.
A/N: I'd just like to say, and you can quote me, "hehehe!" all right, since I got so many reviews on the last chapter, I'm just gonna finish up this story whether or not you people review. and guess what? only two more chapters and I'm going to be on my beta reader's ass for her to correct them. All right, thanks for read everyone!
