Author's Note: Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews and the follows', you're all such lovely people, and you made me so happy! This chapter continues straight on from the last, but it is much shorter, sorry. Updates are every Wednesday and remember that although I am taking a break from writing my other Karla and Saul stories, this will feature them quite heavily. The back-story of my characters is completely fictional, I made it up to suit the story and I in no way own these characters or the Savant idea- all rights go to Joss Stirling. This will also be featured on my blog; the link is in my author profile. This is about the boys finding their soulfinders and if you have any questions, then feel free to jump up and down, waving your hands in the air. Thank you for reading and reviewing in advance, I hope you enjoy! Xxx
Chapter Four
FBI Headquarters, Interview Room 1A, Denver
What happened at the Benedict's home following the announcement of Karla imminent arrest happened very quickly. The confusion regarding the apprehending of Karla led to a delayed reaction from the remaining Benedict men. Within seconds Karla had been handcuffed, bundled in the back of Victor's car and left out in the cold while Saul attempted to make sense of what was happening.
The door of the interview room slammed behind Karla and without turning her head, she knew Saul was there. No coat, shoes not done up properly. Saul took a deep breath and let it out. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded, legs crossed. He didn't say anything, not for a long time, and Karla, not wanting to interrupt anything he might say, copied his action and stayed silent also.
"They won't tell me why they've arrested you, not even Vick." His voice broke the silence like a hammer breaking ice; it was rough and yet sweet at the same time, always the rich deep drawl that made her insides melt.
"Are you angry?"
"Well, I don't know what you've done sweetheart, so I don't know how to react." He didn't sound angry, or disappointed. That, Karla supposed, was a relief. She hated Saul to be angry with her. She still didn't turn around, instead, focused on the desk in front of her. There was a pen, black ink, and a notepad in front of her in case she decided to confess to whatever she was in for.
"You promise you won't be angry with me, when you find out what I've done?"
Saul sighed. "I promise darling, I promise."
"And you won't leave me here alone?"
"Never."
"Can I sit on your lap?"
The question threw him for a second, before he chuckled and made his way towards his wife. She smiled and stood. He sat down in her place and kissed her cheek as he pulled her down onto his lap. She crossed her legs, settled back against him and closed her eyes. "Have you eaten?"
"I've had a coffee sweetie." Karla rolled her eyes and turned so she was sat facing him, legs dangling off the edge of the chair. He smiled, his hands reaching the small of her back and they began to rub in small circles, working away the tension.
They sat like that in silence for a few moments, Saul's hands finally coming to rest on her hips. He sighed and Karla knew he was going to say something.
"C'mon darling, you gotta tell me what's going on sometime," Saul paused, cupping her cheeks and making Karla look at him. She hummed, but said nothing. "Sweetie, please, it's better if it comes from you rather than the files."
The door slammed and Victor strode in, a sour look on his face. He slammed a file down on the table, rifled through it and picked out six pictures of different teenage girls, turning them over so Karla could see each one.
"We're done playing games," Victor said coldly, sitting opposite Karla and folding his hands over the table. "Dad, you need to leave."
"No!" Karla turned away and buried her face in Saul's chest, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt. Saul sighed and tried to remove her hands from his shirt. "You said you wouldn't leave me!" she mumbled into his chest and Saul ran a hand over his eyes. Karla was smarter than he gave her credit for. Saul had indeed promised to stay with Karla and if Saul didn't leave then the interview couldn't continue. That way Karla's secret would stay a secret. Karla lifted her head and stared at him through wide eyes. "You promised," she reminded him.
He couldn't help but smile, gently kissing her forehead. Victor cleared his throat and told Saul that he needed to leave again.
"Vick, I can't leave her, not like this, she's hurting and hysterical. She needs me."
"I wasn't asking, I was telling. Now you-" Vick pointed at Saul and then at the door. "Leave and you-" he pointed at Karla. "Either start talking, or so help me I will bring my boss in here and he won't be so nice with you."
Karla was going to point out that Victor wasn't being all that nice either, but restrained as she felt Saul shift behind her. "Saul, no, I don't want you to leave! If he leaves I won't talk, I'll sit here in silence until I die if I have to."
"Karla baby," Karla's heart gave a double thud and she closed her eyes. Saul had many names for her but she hadn't been baby in a long time. "Look at me," slowly Karla raised her eyes to meet his. He knelt beside her and kissed her forehead. "Okay, sweetie, now, tell Vick everything okay, and I promise you, that I'll be right outside where the window is and the minute you want out of here, just tell me and I'll take you home."
"You can't do that!" Victor interrupted.
"I'll think you find, Victor, that Karla is my soulfinder, and the minute she wants me to take her home, I will, thank you." Saul said curtly. He kissed Karla once more, but the minute he pulled away she was pouting. He chuckled and kissed her fully. She giggled and pressed a dozen to his cheek.
"I wanna go home now," she said immediately as he stood. He chuckled.
"I know honey," Saul tapped her nose and she wrinkled it. "Talk to Victor sweetie, and then I'll take you home."
It didn't take long for Saul to leave the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Karla couldn't help but shiver now that her husband was gone; the room suddenly felt so much colder.
"So mom, I'm assuming you know why you're here," Victor began.
"No." Karla replied instantly and Victor looked at her in surprise. He raised his eyebrows and Karla turned her head to look at the mirror, knowing full well Saul was standing behind the glass.
"You were placed under arrest for assisting in the events that happened at a café called Little Andrei's on the twenty sixth of July 1978. Does that ring any bells?"
Karla gasped and began to cry, her shoulders shaking as she began to sink into hysteria again. She shook her head. "I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here," she mumbled, looking desperately at the mirror. "I need to leave, please, please, please, let me go please." She jumped out of her seat and went for the door, rattling the handle.
"Mom, please can you sit back down-"
"No, I need to leave, Saul, please, get me out of here, please." Karla stepped back from the door and tried to push Victor away from her. The door opened and Saul pushed past Victor, crossing the room to his wife. He didn't say anything, simply bent at the knees and lifted Karla into his arms, holding her tightly to his body.
"I'm taking her home Victor."
"She is in FBI custody-"
"And look what you've reduced her to!" Saul yelled. Karla stopped crying and looked at Saul. "Look at my soulfinder, look at what you've done to her. My daughter is missing and you're here arresting my wife for a crime, I personally couldn't care less about. Now move out of my way. Now."
The Benedict Home, Wrickenridge
"Saul I'm scared," Karla murmured as he tucked a blanket around her trembling body. Saul stopped tucking and knelt before her. He smiled slightly and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the olive skin.
"I won't let anything hurt you." He reassured her. There was a knock at the door and Zed went to get it. "I promise sweetheart." He kissed her knuckles again and she smiled tentatively.
"How come you're not mad at me?" Saul brushed her curls away from her eyes and let his fingers linger at her cheek.
"I am never mad at you darling."
"But-"
"Karlie, when you are ready to talk, I will listen, until then, you take your time and we'll work on getting Anya home safely."
"You haven't called me Karlie in a long time Saul," she said and Saul sat on the arm of his armchair. They kissed slowly and just as he was pulling away, Karla deepened it and brought him closer. "At least not since our anniversary." They kissed again and Saul's hand reached her waist.
There was a cough from behind them and they pulled apart quickly. Saul pressed a kiss to her forehead and turned. Victor stood behind them, Zed at his side. Saul tensed up and Karla placed her hand on his arm, running her fingers over the muscles.
"What do you want?" Saul asked, moving to stand in front of Karla.
"I get your stressed dad, what with Anya missing, don't get me wrong I feel exactly the same way, but we need to wrap up this case, and mom is the key for that."
"You arrested her!" Saul exclaimed. "She's done nothing wrong!"
"She was the reason those girls' families never got justice." Victor snarled and Karla burst into tears.
There was stunned silence.
"You've no idea what it is like," she said coldly. "to have to live with the memories of that night, of that monster."
"Six girls died mom!"
"I was fifteen! I didn't know any better!" Karla screamed. "I was a kid, Victor. I didn't have a choice! He murdered my friends and said that if I didn't keep it quiet he would kill Saul, kill every child I was going have! I hadn't even met Saul, but I couldn't lose you! I couldn't lose any of you. I'd already lost my friends, I couldn't lose you! I have a deal to uphold, Vick. I can't testify, the minute I say anything about what happened he'll kill you!" She stopped, realizing what she'd said and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Her head darted towards the window.
"Sweetheart…" Saul trailed off and she smiled through her tears.
"They'll come for me now. I've broken the rules-" Karla looked at Saul. "They've already started. They've got Anya, Saul, and they'll kill her!"