Divas Prison Ch68
When Stephanie came to, it took her several moments for her to realise she was upside down. She felt a sharp pain in her head and putting her fingers to it only made the pain worse. She then checked her face and found she was bleeding. She was still woozy, but she then heard the sirens and realised she was in trouble. She put her injuries to one side looked for her gun. She saw it, but that it had been thrown out of the car. She unbuckled her seat belt and tried to open the door, but it would not budge. She managed to force the window all the way open and crawled out. She wasn't moving fast and it hurt to do so, but she crawled to the gun. Just as she got her fingertips to the weapon she heard the sound of a gun being readied to fire, and when she felt it pressed against her head, she knew it wasn't hers.
"Don't do it Stephanie. Don't make me end it like this." Jericho said, his finger on the trigger.
Stephanie froze. The only thing she wanted to do less than to surrender was to die, and she realised that there wasn't a third option. She moved her hand away from the gun.
"Put your hands behind your back." Jericho told her. Stephanie didn't comply, not willing to give Jericho the satisfaction. In part for the same reason, and the pain and exhaustion she felt, she collapsed down, laying on the short grass.
"Stephanie McMahon, you are under arrest." Jericho said, making a memory in his mind as he pulled her hands into position, using the handcuffs that belonged to his murdered partner to cuff Stephanie's hands tightly behind her back. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" He got no reply from his now former target. He looked for another officer, finding he had to call one over, as the rest of them had all gone to retrieve the Governor.
"How is he?" Was his first question.
"He's unconscious sir, bleeding pretty bad. They say they need to have him out soon, going to have to get him to a hospital quickly."
"Is there a second ambulance?" He asked, to a positive response. "Good. Take her to it, get her cleaned up and checked out. She doesn't go to hospital unless absolutely necessary. If she tries to talk, make sure she gets her rights read again, give her nothing that a lawyer could use against us, and I hope I'm clear that the cuffs do not come off in any circumstances.
"Yes sir." The officer said, calling his partner over, and the two of them picked Stephanie up and walked her back to the road, getting no resistance from her in her still groggy state.
"Did you ever think today would come?" Paul Wight asked his partner. The two of them were perched on the hood of their car, watching Stephanie get her wounds attended to by a paramedic. Stephanie was far more with it by this point, and reacted to the paramedic's actions by pulling away, the treatment clearly stinging. Stephanie was sat in the back doorway of the Ambulance, still tightly cuffed and with officers on either side. She said something with an angry expression, but Jericho and Wight were too far away to hear it.
"She doesn't look happy." Paul said, smiling.
"These are her last minutes in the outside world. I'd be mad too." Jericho replied. They watched her in silence for a moment.
"What are we going to do now?" Wight asked.
"Coffee?" Jericho suggested.
"That's not what I meant." Wight said, knowing he didn't need to.
"I think we've earned the rest of the day off? Jericho pushed his luck a little, enjoying the lifted tension.
"Chris."
"Ok, ok. Well I don't think what I'm planning is going to surprise you, but I think I'm done. My wife has been wanting me to leave the job, with the kids she wasn't happy for me to keep risking my life. I told her I couldn't until McMahon was behind bars. So they day she gets sentenced, that's my last day with the Bureau."
"I thought so. Do you have any plans?" Wight asked.
"I've had a couple of offers from the private sector, where I was told it's open for me anytime. An old colleague has said he is getting huge funding for a private security company. Said there is a place there for me, and I could almost handpick my role."
"Good money then?"
"Very, way more that the Bureau, but I turned them down first time and they said if I changed my mind, I just had to call them back. Here." He passed a business card to his partner.
"Hmmm. All Elite Security. Do you think they would have any openings for someone like me?"
Jericho smiled. "I'm not even in yet, but if it happens, I will see what I can do. Someone with your size, and your skills, I think you'd fit right in."
The two bumped fists as they watched on.
Stephanie winced again as a cut on her head was dabbed with something by a blonde, attractive paramedic. "Ow, that hurts, you bitch."
"Yeah, it will." The paramedic said, doing it again and getting the same response. "Normally, after an accident like this I say if this is the worst thing that happens today you've been lucky, but well, you've got bigger problems."
Stephanie was incensed that she dared to speak to her like that. She whispered under her breath "If I ever see you again, you're dead."
The paramedic wasn't phased, continuing her work while she spoke. "Should i be scared? I'm not, you aren't the first to threaten me. Besides, you won't see me again, you're going to jail. Right now actually." The paramedic stood up and addressed the officers standing guard. "She's done, you can take her away." she told them.
Stephanie didn't get a chance to get a last word in as the paramedic walked away from them. The officers pulled her up to her feet causing her pain in her arms, but she tried not to let them know that it hurt. She had her rights read to her again, as had been ordered, but she still refused to acknowledge the officer. This didn't do anything to help her situation as they took an arm each and all but dragged her away from the ambulance, not caring if she could walk as fast.
"Ahh, that hurts!" Stephanie cried out at first, before regaining composure a little. "Get your damn hands off me. Don't you know who I am? I will have you both fired. I run this state. You let me go now and You might just keep your badges." She spoke as though she expected the officers to stop and free her on the spot, but they ignored her and they kept walking through the sea of officers and police cars, looking for theirs, which had been moved ready to transport their prisoner. As they approached it, Stephanie realised there was a hoard of news reporters, with cameras ahead of them, being kept behind a police barricade. As they spotted her being taken to a police car, they exploded, all asking questions at once through the sound of camera shutters taking a hundred pictures of her.
"Stephanie, why did you do it?"
"Stephanie, is it true you've been running a meth lab?"
"Do you have anything to say to the people you've lied to?"
"How does it feel to know you're going to prison?"
Stephanie wanted nothing more than to react to their bait. To tell them she had no intention of going to prison, but she knew to keep her mouth shut, so she ignored them and did not make eye contact. She knew the video footage and photographs of her handcuffed and in custody would be everywhere before the end of the day, but she wasn't worried about public opinion at that moment. She was trying to figure out what she was going to do. She had plans in case of getting arrested, but none of them went like this.
They reached the intentionally moved car, ready to transport her in, and as they stopped walking for one officer to open the rear door, Stephanie took a look out at everything. Still a hive of activity, but Stephanie found her gaze fixed on the two men sat on their car staring back at her. One of them in particular. Jericho had watched Stephanie all the way, taking in what he saw as the end. Even at a distance she could see the smile on his face and it made her blood boil. She'd outwitted him many times over the years, and he was claiming victory off her one failure.
Before she had a chance to do anything, the officers took her head, protecting it while they helped her into the police car, not getting resistance. Stephanie knew that she couldn't begin to fight back until she got where she was going. On the ride in the police car, she tried to reduce the pain from having her arms wrenched back for so long, and keep herself calm. Panicking was not going to help matters.
She was walked straight through the entry doors at the jail, the police car able to be parked right by them, and there were officers there to meet her. They took her up to a desk and stood around her.
"Name?" The officer behind the desk asked, ready to type on a computer.
Stephanie scoffed, leading to the officer asking again. "Name?"
"If you don't know who I am, you're more of a moron than I thought, now I want my phone call." She said with disdain.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Of course not."
"Well let me tell you. I'm Sergeant Okerlund. I'm the senior officer in this department right now. That means I decide when you get your phone call, high could be real soon, or we could throw you into a holding cell and we can try this again in a few hours, maybe after we have our next coffee break."
"Stephanie forgot her predicament for a second and tried to move her arms. Failing, she kicked the desk , which from her side was solid. "I said I want my phone call. Now."
"Ok, I'll offer you a new option. Do that again, and you can not only go into a holding call with our other new inmates, but you can go in that." He pointed to a chair that had been purpose built for them, with measures built in to hold a prisoner firmly in place. "The restraint chair, ready and waiting for you, and I'm sure there are plenty of media outlets who would love to see security footage of your booking, especially getting strapped in there."
Stephanie knew they couldn't do that, but he had made his point. "So you do know who I am." She said, trying to stay defiant.
"Yes I do, but you aren't getting treated different to any other new inmate. Now, last chance. Name?"
Stephanie gave her name, followed by her other main information.
"Offence?" Okerlund asked the officer.
"Well, we have kidnapping, theft, unlawful possession of a firearm, fleeing to elude law enforcement resulting in serious injury."
"Good grief, that's a lot of charges." Okerlund said as he entered all the information.
"That's just since last night Sarge." One of the officers who brought Stephanie in said. "You'll have some Fed come in later with her original warrant which has about every other crime in the book on it."
"Well, Miss McMahon." Okerlund said when he had competed his forms. "Welcome to Broward County Jail. It sounds like your stay will be a long one, so please read our guidelines and learn all that you don't do here. You will get no treatment different to any other inmate, male or female. You will be put into our restraints momentarily, have a medical and psych assessment, then change into jail clothing. You will be photographed and fingerprinted, then get a phone call before you are placed in a cell. Because of your high profile I am putting you in a single cell, and recommending you are kept in isolation for the time being, at least until you get used to the routine here. If you need anything, feel free to ask our staff, but trust me, don't expect to get it, no matter who you might have been outside, you have nothing coming here. Any questions?"
Stephanie just rolled her eyes. The sergeant took this as a no, and gestured to his officers. They went into the motions, wrapping a chain around Stephanie's waist and moving her hands from the police handcuffs into one on the waist chain. They gave her no opportunity to resist while they took her to another station and stood guard while she was asked what she considered insulting questions about her physical and mental health. She was asked about her own drug use, which she was particularly angered by. She never used her own product. That was for the suckers who lined her pockets.
Next she was taken into a room with no windows, just her and another officer. The officer took the cuffs and waist chain off. Stephanie was relieved and thought that this was it until one word changed that.
"Strip."
"Excuse me?" Stephanie asked, frowning.
"You heard me, strip. All the way." There was no emotion in the response.
"I'm not getting naked in front of some other woman. You can get your kicks from someone else."
"I'm not playing games. You will be searched before going to the cells, it can be the easy way or the hard way."
"You're half my size, I don't think you want that." Stephanie smirked. She stepped towards the officer, who quick as a flash, grabbed Stephanie by the wrist and spun her around, pinning her against the wall. She twisted the arm around Stephanie's back and applied pressure.
"Ahhh!" Stephanie screamed.
"So will you cooperate, or will we need to stick to the hard way?" The officer asked.
"Ahh!" Stephanie yelled again. "I'll kill you for this."
"And that's threatening to kill a police officer. Now one last chance." The officer applied a little more pressure, but to Stephanie it felt like her arm was breaking.
"Ahh, ok, ok! Let me go!" The officer released the hold and Stephanie tried to relieve the pain in her arm.
"I haven't got all day, clothes in that box." Stephanie did as told, furious at how vulnerable and humiliated she was as she was forced to stand naked and comply with orders to be checked.
"Now put that on." She was told, and she got dressed in an orange prisoner uniform. The fact there was no mirror or screen was a good thing as seeing herself like this would have only added to her frustration. To officer put the chain back around her, but only cuffed one hand to her waist. She knew that Stephanie wasn't going to try anything again, and she was right. She led her over to the phones.
"Finally." Stephanie said under her breath. The officer stepped back to give her privacy. She dialed the number she had memorised.
"Hello, Cole and McAfee, Attorneys at Law."
"This is Stephanie McMahon, get me Michael Cole."
"I'm afraid Mr Cole is in with another client, would you like to leave a message?"
"Did you not hear who this is? Get Cole right now or a new job will be the least of your problems."
"Hold please." The secretary said rudely. The line went to some generic hold music for about a minute, but it felt a lot longer for Stephanie, being stood in the middle of the jail with eyes on her.
"Michael Cole speaking"
"Michael, it's Stephanie. The amount of money I'm paying you, and you keep me on hold, and don't even get me started on that woman who answered."
"I'm sorry Ms McMahon. I had to get my other clients out of the building. I've told my secretary never to make you wait again. Now, you seem upset, how can I help you?"
"Of course I'm upset you idiot, I'm in jail."
"My god, I hadn't heard." Cole could be heard going through his desk drawers as he spoke.
Stephanie had to keep her temper. "You must not watch the news then. I'm in trouble."
"Have the said anything about when you'll be in Court?"
No, all they seem to care about is their stupid questions. Now I'm at Broward County Jail, this is what I have paid you all this money for, now get your ass down here and get me out."
"Yes ma'am, I'm on my way out the door, I'll be about 2 hours with traffic."
"Two hours?"
"Yeah, you're a long way from my office."
"What am I supposed to do for two damn hours?"
"Just do nothing. Co-operate with the officers, but do not answer any more questions."
"Fine, but hurry." Stephanie said, replacing the receiver. The officer was quickly over to re-cuff her free hand. The officer took her by the arm again and led her down several long corridors, stopping only to pick up a blanket and pillow for her.
After stepping through another secure door, they were in a corridor with several doors on it. As Stephanie was led past the first few she could hear other women angling and shouting at her. She wondered if she had been recognised but her thoughts were interrupted when she was stopped at an open door. The officer put the bedding down inside the open cell, then removed the restraint chains.
Stephanie stepped inside, and even though she knew it was coming the slam of the door, and the way it echoed around the room startled her. She went to the bed and sat down, trying to make herself comfortable. She looked around the cell and only then did the events of the last night and this morning finally catch up with her. She tried to remember the fact that her lawyer was on his way, and he had been paid well in advance just in case this ever happened again. She had beaten charges more than once, but this was far different. She had been put into a situation that was never planned for, and it had gone horribly wrong, leaving her in a jail cell. Her life had been turned upside down overnight, and she knew she was in real trouble this time.
A.N.: Thanks for reading.
Looks like I had nobody fooled, but I never thought I would either.
There will be a little bit of a time jump now, as the story goes back inside the walls. Not a huge one, just enough for a few legal issues to play out as the last few chapters all took place in one day. I hope you will join me then.
