"Fallon, listen, I don't know if you can hear me, but you've gotta wake up, okay, I need you to tell me who really hurt you." Sam started "Some new evidence has come up, I don't know how to feel about it, and there's these things about Kirby that I didn't know, it's starting to feel like, I don't know, not like she's lying, but like she made it all up. I can't just turn on her now though can I, I promised I'd help after all." He sighed "Anyway, thanks for listening." Sam joked dryly, stroking his hand across hers as he left the room.

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8 hours earlier

"Is Miss Kirby Anders home?"

"Well, hello, Mr British man," Sam flirted "who are you?"

"I'm Detective Inspector Jackson of the Atlanta City Police Department. Can I come in?"

"Kirby already gave you guys a statement."

"We're aware." He smiled impatiently, walking in "Are you hiding her somewhere?" Jackson sweeped his head around the room.

"Woah woah woah," he stood in front of him "you got a warrant?"

"Don't make this difficult," he sighed "just ask Kirby to come down..."

"So you can arrest her you mean?"

"So I can talk to her." He sighed.

"I told you, she's already given a statement."

"Yes," he sighed "and the vehicle Miss Carrington was hit with has since been searched."

"What did you find?" He leant against the door "a lip gloss?" Sam joked.

"No," The officer said firmly, not amused by Sammy Jo's distraction tactics "fingerprints." He paused "and we have several witnesses."

Sammy Jo didn't say anything.

"Look, you can either let me talk to her now, allow her to give me her side of the story without being interrogated, or I can come back here tomorrow, with a warrant and an FBI agent and arrest her for attempted murder, your choice."

"FBI?"

"Miss Carrington is a high class member in society, any attempt on her life is extremely serious."

"Oh, but someone like my aunt, she didn't matter did she because she was poor?" Sam said bitterly, looking the officer up and down.

"I didn't say that."

"But you were thinking it." He glared at the officer briefly before turning around "Kirby, can you come here a minute, please?" He called upstairs.

"What's up?" Kirby started walking down the stairs but as soon as she saw the officer at the door, she quickly turned around and ran back up them.

"Kirby!" He yelled.

No answer.

"One sec," he sighed, heading for the stairs before noticing the officer walk into the foyer "stay there." He warned, heading for Kirby's room.

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"Can I come in?" He knocked on the door.

"Get lost, Sam!" She yelled "I can't believe you called the police on me."

"I swear I didn't!" He called before the door quickly opened "look, new evidence has come up, they wanna speak to you."

"Why didn't you tell them to just go away?"

"I tried." He said "but he's persistent, he says if you don't talk to him today then he'll come back tomorrow with a warrant and an FBI agent and arrest you."

"Arrest me?!" Her eyes widened in shock as she raised her voice "but I haven't done anything!"

"Don't shoot the messenger." He held his hands up in front of him "Just go talk to him, okay, it will be alright."

"You can promise me that can you?" She glared, shifting past him and heading for the stairs.

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"Ah, Miss Anders," DI Jackson greeted as she sat opposite him in the living room "nice of you to join us."

"Shut up, you ponce." She rolled her eyes at the British man "lets just get this over with."

"You can leave us." The DI said impatiently as Sam sat behind Kirby on the arm of the couch.

"No, I'm staying." He offered a fake smile, not liking this guy's tone with the young Australian.

"Miss Anders," he began, ignoring Sam.

"Kirby." She corrected, rolling her eyes.

"Kirby," he sighed "in your previous interview you claimed that Mrs Carrington hit her daughter. But answer me this. Why would she want to hurt her own daughter?"

"She's crazy!" Kirby exclaimed, making Sammy Jo suck his teeth as the detective wrote something down "she'd do anything to get what she wants, even put her own daughters life in danger."

"But she's not the one with a history of mental illness is she, Miss Anders." He started "You were sent to an institution at age 13 where you were diagnosed with paranoid delusions and..."

"Oh, do your research," Kirby rolled her eyes ""paranoid delusions,"" the Australian put in air quotes "are the symptom not the diagnosis."

"Kirby." Sammy warned her as she antagonised the man.

"It says here you were diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia." The man read.

"If you'd bothered to do your research, again," she remarked, rolling her eye "you'd see that I've been off my meds since I was 18 years old, IF I had schizophrenia do you seriously think I would have lasted 7, almost 8 years without medication, yeah, I don't think so. I may have daddy issues but not schizophrenia."

"Then why were you diagnosed?"

"Oh, I wonder." She mocked his voice, pretending to think as she brought her hand to her chin "maybe because I was a kid and there were all these rich people out to get me." She said sarcastically, adding "and yes I do realise how paranoid that sounds, but it's the truth." Kirby shrugged "ask him."

"He's not allowed to comment."

"Of course he's not." She chuckled cynically "probably paid you off too didn't they."

"Just answer my questions." He grit his teeth, getting annoyed.

"What questions, you haven't asked any, just grilled me on a stupid, FAKE diagnosis."

"Fine." He sighed "you say it was Alexis who knocked over Miss Carrington and yet over a dozen witnesses saw you standing over her body..."

"Umm, I'm sorry, her body?" Sam interrupted "Jesus Christ, she's not dead."

The officer sighed, ignoring Sam as he locked eyes with Kirby "Can you explain that to me please?"

"I..."

"And what about YOUR fingerprints that were found in the car?"

"Hey!" Sam raised his voice "at least let her speak!"

"Stay out of this." The DI said dismissively.

"Because you did do it didn't you, you hated Fallon since you were children, even burnt down her bedroom,"

"That was Alexis!"

"But that wasn't enough for you this time, now you're an adult, more crazy and more dangerous, and access to a car. You took Mr Carrington's car, drove it down Queens Park Avenue, knowing Miss Carrington walks there after work and hit her, didn't you? Didn't you?!"

"No!" She yelled "I didn't!"

"All you pigs are corrupt." Sam said under his breath.

"What did you call me?"

"I called you a pig, honey, oink oink." He antagonised.

"I'm not even an officer," he shook his head, taking a breath to calm himself "I'm a detective."

"Fine," Sam shrugged "then back off Sherlock Holmes." He folded his arms, adding "and not the hot one played by Benedict Cum-in-my-mouth either." Sam said, making Kirby laugh and the detective feel very uncomfortable.

"God, I hate you poofs." He mumbled under his breath.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say to me, hombre?" Sam locked eyes with the homophobic "not officer" "you wanna say that to my face sis?"

"Stop talking or I'll have you arrested for obstruction of justice."

"You've already said you're not an officer, honey. What are you gonna do, dust me for fingerprints, ooh I'm scared!"

"That's a CSI's job you idiot!"

"Oh." Kirby frowned, looking up from her phone "Then what do you do?"

"I'm TRYING to interview you!" He yelled, making Kirby instinctively pull herself backwards.

"I think you should leave." Sammy Jo said, placing his hand on Kirby's shoulder.

"No matter." Jackson closed his notepad "I've got what I came here for. We'll be in touch within 24 hours."

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"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Kirby covered her face with her hands "Alexis has actually done it, I'm going to jail."

"No...you are not." Sam said slowly, taking her hands from her face, holding her arms "we'll think of something, okay?"

"You didn't actually believe what he said did you?"

"Which part?"

"The part about me being diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia." She said awkwardly.

"Are you?" He asked "I-I mean, have you?"

"I know what you meant!" She raised her voice before taking a breath to calm down "But it's a diagnosis, that's all, nothing more."

"So, you're not?"

"No, I'm not." She rolled her eyes "like I told that stupid DI, I've been off my anti-psychotics for almost 8 years, I think in all that time I would have braked if I was a schizo, don't you?"

"Yeah, fair point."

"So, you believe me, you believe I'm not a psycho freak?"

"I never thought you were a psycho, Kirby."

"Whatever." She sighed "so what are we gonna do?"

They thought for a little before Sam suddenly spoke up.

"My apartment!" He exclaimed.

"Your apartment?"

"After that whole attempted suicide thing with cocainey Teddy, we never sold it, you could live there until we can prove your innocence."

"You'd let me stay in your old apartment?"

"Well, yeah, you're family."

"Ugh, the real F word."

"Okay, you're starting to sound like Fallon." Sam joked.

"No, THATS the real F word." She laughed.

"Hey," he clicked in her face "focus, we've gotta get all your stuff packed and taken downtown before the others get back."

"Well, that should be easy." She smirked "I only have like one suitcase of things. Your apartment is furnished, right?"

"Yep." He shrugged "I guess we can move you straight in then, I'll help you pack your suitcase and then I'll show you to your temporary new home."

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"Hey," she smiled "y'know you're pretty cool...for a Carrington I mean."

"I'm not a Carrington honey, I'm Sammy Jo, your gay guy friend." He said, deliberately being overly camp.

"Well, Whatever you are, you're cool."

"Wait, you're not gonna kiss me again are you?" He asked awkwardly, holding his hands up.

"Ugh," Kirby groaned, cringing "why did you have to bring that up, we were having a good time, I know it's weird that I tried to kiss my brothers GAY husband," she sighed "but I was emotional, okay, and you were being nice to me, and I just wasn't used to that I guess."

"Okay, honey, that is the saddest thing I've ever heard."

"Wow, thanks." She said sarcastically, folding up a shirt and throwing it in her suitcase.

"No, I mean it!" He insisted "You're what, 25, same age as Fallon, you need to get out more honey."

"Hard to get out when you're constantly being accused of crap."She sighed, zipping up her suitcase. It hadn't taken long to pack, she'd barely even had time to unpack in the first place.

"Good point." He nodded, helping her lift it off the bed ready to carry downstairs.

"Yeah, good point." She repeated sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Author Note: Hey guys, so I literally HATE this chapter, the writing is really rubbish and all of it's practically dialogue which irritates me, but I can't be bothered to change it so I guess that's how this chapters going to be, sorry lol.

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