AN: Sorry if this one's a bit shorter than usual. :P

Chapter 8

After the long ride to the station, the three had ended up at the precinct, waiting to be interrogated. Seth and Roman sat next to one another, while a large, burly tattooed guy sat in between Rollins and Ambrose.

Seth sighed. "You know we're dead, right?"

"Why?" Roman turned to him.

"Cause they know everything! Cops are smart."

"You realize we can't even mention Laurinaitis now?" Dean spoke up.

"Yeah, I know-No shit, dude." they replied, turning to him.

"...Wait, why?" Roman asked.

"It's supposed to be an annonymous tip, Rome."

"Yeah, so?"

"Come on man, you want me to tell them the only reason I knew about Laurinaitis was because..." There was a beat of silence while a few cops walked past the three. Finally, Dean sarcastically continued, "So, should I just say that the only reason I knew about Laurinaitis was because I was parked in front of your dead boss's house with a box of rat poison? Huh?"

Another inmate turned to listen to them.

"Well, you were at the scene of the crime, so yeah." Roman shrugged. "It's a bad thing."

"You kinda...fled the scene of the crime." Seth added.

"That's true."

"That's actually a..a crime in itself."

"You shouldn't have done that." Roman agreed. "I'm the one person who hasn't done anything, actually."

"You broke into two people's houses." Rollins told him.

"So did you."

"I followed you AFTER you broke into a house."

"So?" Reigns replied.

"You stole a blackberry!" Seth cried.

"You did cocaine!" he argued back.

The inmate continued watching the hushed conversation going back and forth.

"Hey, I accidentally INHALED some cocaine, that's not doing-"

"What are you gonna do, rat me out?" Roman demanded.

"Maybe I will rat you out, motherfucker." he replied.

"You gonna rat me out, too?" Dean turned to him.

"I bet I could." he smirked, while the burly inmate sitting next to him looked down at him.

"Not if I rat him out first." Roman cried.

"You stole a Blackberry, you fled the scene of a crime, you raped my boss..." Seth rambled on.

"I did not rape her." he replied.

"Look, if you rat me out, you son of a bitch, I will kick your fucking ass..." Dean chimed in.

The three began to engage in a larger argument, when two detectives soon approached them.

"Gentlemen-GENTLEMEN!" one of them cried. "Right this way."

"Yeah-Let's DO it!" they agreed, getting up to follow them. "Come on! Let's go in there-let's go!"

In the interrogation room...

Detective Hagan asked first, "You wanna explain why you were doin' sixty one in a twenty five zone?" He showed Dean the speed camera photo taken of him speeding and looking like a deer in headlights. "One block from the victim's house, just moments after he got shot dead."

Dean twiddled his thumbs and came up with the only excuse he could think of. "I was drag racing."

Roman and Seth shot him confused looks.

"I'm a drag racer."

Detective Samson, the second guy, asked, "You were drag racing?"

"Mmm." he half nodded and half shrugged.

"In a Prius?"

Pause.

"...I don't win a lot." he admitted.

"Here's what I don't understand." Detective Hagan spoke up. "You were at the crime scene. An hour later, we find that you just happen to be hanging out with this little freaky motherfucker." he referred to Seth, who raised an eyebrow. "A registered sex offender."

"Err...it was an empty playground." he replied.

"And uh, this guy. Who just happens to be working for Bischoff Chemicals, the victim's company." he continued, turning to Roman.

He had another trick up his sleeve, though. "...What?" he cried, feigning innocence. "My boss was murdered?"

The detective looked at him.

"Oh, wow. What were you doing at his house, Dean?" the Samoan cried. Seth looked his way, too. "Why were you there?"

Ambrose silently cursed him out, while he nervously looked around. Then..."Where were YOU during the murder?" he asked back. Seth turned to him this time.

After a short pause, Reigns replied, "...I was making love."

More silence.

"I was making love to a woman. Yeah." he confirmed. "Murdering some ass."

Dean snarled at him.

"Hey detectives?"

"Yeah?"

"If one of us knew who the shooter was, and he was uh, willing to serve you that perp on a platter...he would be entitled to some sort of immunity, right?" Reigns continued.

"No." the detective replied. "He would be entitled to some jail time."

Roman frowned a bit.

"Because if he knew who the shooter was and didn't tell us, that would be obstruction of justice." he finished.

"Well, I'm glad none of us know who the shooter is!" the Samoan exclaimed, smiling again.

Detective Samson spoke up, "If you think we're gonna believe that this is all just a big coincidence, we're gonna be here for a long time."

Seth cried, "Okay, wait. By saying we're gonna be here for a long time, you're implying that we're not allowed to leave. Which would only be the case if we were under arrest. Are we under arrest?"

Detective Hagan paused. "...No. We just brought you in for questioning."

He snapped his fingers and grinned. "Well, then! Ipso facto, you don't have sufficient evidence, constituting probable cause for an arrest warrant?"

"Not yet." Samson replied.

"Well, uh...then pursuant to the fourth amendment, I believe we are free to go. Are we not?" he asked, standing up. Dean and Roman were shocked at their friend's vast knowledge of law.

Hagan reluctantly replied, "Yeah. Technically, yeah."

Rollins nodded. "Technically is good enough for me." he turned to his friends. "Gentlemen, we are free men. Let's go!"

Moments after, they quickly began leaving the station.

"All right, so we're gonna head to your car..." Seth began. "Let's keep moving, get the hell outta here."

"You wanna find a cab or something? Get a train?" Roman asked. "Have you ever been on a subway in this town? There's a subway, you know that?"

"Anyways, that was pretty fuckin' awesome, Seth. Where'd that come from?" Dean asked.

"Law and Order! Okay. You learn some stuff." he smiled proudly.

"You sure did." Roman nodded, sharing a knuckle punch with him.

"Yeah, so stop giving me shit about it, ok? It's a great show."

"Well, you were about to turn us in." Dean said, turning to Roman as they stepped into the elevator.

"Like you weren't going to do the same to us!" Roman cried.

"If you guys stop ratting each other out, we'll be fine." Rollins finished, but before the elevator doors could close, one of the detectives stopped it.

"Hold on a sec." He handed Dean a traffic citation. "That's for you hotshots. For speeding and running a red light. Don't get too comfortable out there. Our forensics team is sweeping the Bischoff house right now for DNA and fingerprints. And I'll tell ya something. They don't miss shit."

And right then and there, Roman had a realization - he remembered completely violating Bischoff's items that night they'd broke in his house and shoving practically everything up his privates. That was enough incriminating DNA for sure. Snapping back to reality, Reigns stood in the elevator with wide, nervous eyes while Seth and Dean eyed him down suspiciously.