A/N: REWRITTEN VERSION OF 2011 STORY

May contain scenes/info that are uncomfortable to some readers. Please read with caution!


A blonde muscular man wearing an orange jumpsuit was sitting on a metal chair. His football shaped head in his hands as he kept trying to figure out the events that led him to this moment. A once optimistic boy who always looked on 'the bright side' is now stuck in a cell with four burly men wearing matching five o clock shadows. The blonde tried his best to ignore his cell mates.

"Shortman." He looked up to see a portly police officer called his name. The officer walked over and opened the cell to let the prisoner out, put handcuffs on him and the two made their way to a large wooden door. Once out of earshot the prisoner acknowledged the guard "Berman."

Officer Berman forced him to sit in a chair. His attorney was an African American man with short hair was seated across from him wearing a black suit and red tie.

The man in the suit sighed before saying. "Arnold. How ya holding up?"

Arnold raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically. "Well, I'm just fucking peachy how about yourself?"

Gerald nodded but said nothing.

"You got a smoke?" Arnold asked.

Gerald pulled out a pack of cigarettes and slid them over to Arnold's side of the table, along with a lighter.

After lighting and inhaling the cig Arnold glanced away.

"How is she?" He asked.

Knowing who Arnold was talking about he replied. "Not good."

He glanced over at his friend as repressed rage flickered to life. "What do you mean not good? Is she ok? Did they hurt her?"

"Calm down, calm down…" Gerald motioned with his hands so his client would stop being so frantic.

"Look she's staying with us. She'll be ok, just a little shaken up."

Arnold took another drag. "She hasn't come to see me you know."

Gerald nodded. "She's scared to see you like this." He motioned to the jumpsuit. When the prisoner didn't comment, Gerald added. "You know she'll never leave you…you do realize that right?"

Arnold took another drag. "I don't deserve her."

"Look man. I'm gonna get you outta here. I've studied your case since you were first put in here an-"

The blonde put a hand up to stop his attorney. "Please Gerald. I'm not going to get out, so stop bullshitting."

Exasperated by the defeated look of his client and friend, Gerald said "You don't know what you're talking about. What you did…everything that happened was self-defense. He was trying to rape your fiancée. What were you suppose to do?" Gerald raised his voice.

Arnold sighed. "I don't fucking know. If I knew I wouldn't be in here."

Gerald sighed. "I can get you out. I know a way."

"What you got a time machine or somethin'?" Arnold asked sarcastically.

"We have the whole encounter on video. I have examined the evidence and you have a strong case. The district attorney's office wasn't made aware of the footage until after you were booked." Gerald explained.

The blonde took another drag and blew the smoke out his nose. "You got a trial scheduled?"

"Next Monday."

Arnold pursed his lips, resigned to wait he nodded. "Kay. So how's the wife?"

Gerald smiled. "She's good, says hi. We're expecting so she's moodier than usual."

Arnold raised an eyebrow smirked "More than usual?"

Gerald shrugged smiling. "You're one to talk Shortman."

Arnold's expression faded and he took another drag, looking away.

"She's here you know." Gerald told him.

The blonde's head snapped to his attorney. "She's here?"

Gerald nodded. "She wanted to see you but she's scared."

Arnold was taken aback. Not knowing his fiancée to be afraid of much. "Scared?" Motioning towards himself, he added "Of me?"

There was a knock at the door.

A blonde woman with piercing blue eyes entered the room. She was wearing an A line black dress, gold necklace and matching heels. "I could never be scared of you." She said as she walked over to the table. When she sat down, his attorney got up. Mumbling something about privacy. When he exited, she motioned to the blonde's jumpsuit, holding back tears and sighed.

"I-I didn't want to see you l-like this." She slid her hands across the table and took both in his.

A lone tear fell and she brushed it away. "I need you to come home. Please my love, let Gerald and his team get you out. I…I...I miss you. I can't live another day without you next to me."

Arnold got up to lean across the table when the officer beside Harold pushed him back down. Arnold glared at guard. "What the hell man? I was just going to kiss her."

Looking towards the two guards, she asked. "Would it be alright if I got up and kissed him really quick?"

Harold glanced to his co-worker. They both sighed in resignation and nodded.

She got up and walked to Arnold, leaned over and gave him a long passionate kiss. When she broke the kiss, she stroked his cheek, pleading once again with the man she loved. "Please let Gerald bring you home."

The prisoner let his guard down as he looked deep into her eyes. "But what if he can't and I get life in this hellhole?"

More tears started to flow down her cheeks. "Please, at least try. Please." She leaned in and whispered against his lips "For me."

She kissed him again. She took the cigarette from his hand and put it out. "You know, I hate you smoking these things."

He smirked at her. "I love you."

She smiled a smile that melted his heart and gave her whatever she wanted. "I love you too football head."

She sighed taking the seat across from her beloved. "So, the date is set for Monday at 1:00."

Arnold nodded as a faint buzzer went off and the guards lifted him from his seat.

The portly officer looked towards the two and said "I'm sorry to have to do this. It's out of my hands and rules are rules."

They nodded. "We understand Harold. You're just doing your job."

Arnold yelled over his shoulder. "I love you, Helga."

"I love you too hair boy."


A/N: I know it's a little dark and unorthodox but please review