A/N: I love updating this story, this might be my last update for a while :c
Watch out, I've seen her type before
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl
I've seen her type before
She's so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl, yeah
I see you've got that fire
By the way that you're walkin'
Akon –Dangerous
Isabella followed Flack out to the park where someone had allegedly seen Jay Maxwell. She drew in a breath when she recognized a tall figure with shaggy brown hair. It was Thomas Maxwell, Jay's brother.
"That's Thomas Maxwell. He's Jay's brother", she said to Flack. He nodded. They both started walking slowly up to him. The lab had traced the call back to Thomas' phone, he'd called it in. He was either helping his brother kill, or trying to get him off the streets.
"Thomas Maxwell, I'm Detective Flack. You already know Detective Pacino", Flack said to Thomas. He looked at Isabella before decking Flack and knocking over Isabella. He started to run. Isabella tumbled to the ground before she got back up and ran after him. She got within arm's length and jumped for him. She tackled his back and knocked him down. Thomas threw a punch, nailing Isabella in the jaw. Isabella punched back, straddling his stomach. She rolled him onto his stomach and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him.
"You're in an awful lot of trouble, Tommy boy", she growled in his ear as she shoved him to his feet. He writhed against Isabella's grip.
"Man, I did not see that coming", Flack said, touching his lip to check for blood.
"He's a regular schoolboy saint, ain't he?" Isabella replied, pushing Thomas into the car. She slammed the door.
"You alright?" she asked Flack. He nodded.
"Yeah, you?" he said. She nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be fine", she replied with a wave of her hand. She dusted off her jeans, cursing inwardly at the rip in the knee. A button had popped off the top of her shirt.
"Damn Thomas. I swear, Tractor Supply makes better quality shirts", she muttered.
"Nice job taking him down, by the way", Flack said after they were in the car.
"Hm? Oh, thanks", Isabella replied.
"You into self-defense?" he asked.
"I'm a second-degree black belt in Mixed-Martial Arts", Isabella replied. Flack's eyebrows rose.
"Oh damn. I'd hate to see your punching bag", he said, amusement laced in his voice.
"Actually, I use a practice dummy. Punching bags fly off the hook too much", Isabella replied.
"I have to admit, I'm slightly intimidated by you now", Flack said. Isabella chuckled.
"It's great cardio", she replied.
"You're a dangerous woman, Detective Pacino", he said.
"They don't call me 'Killer' for nothing", she replied with a smirk.
"Why do they call you 'Killer'?" Flack asked. It was clear he was amused that someone of Isabella's size was so tough.
"I'm the Wilmington Police Department's personal 'pit bull', is what the papers call me. My first day on the job, I took down a professional wrestler trying to get away from questioning", she replied.
"Okay, I'm very intimidated now", Flack said. Isabella let out a full-blown laugh.
"You'll be fine as long as you don't get on my bad side", she replied. A familiar song came on the radio. 'Dangerous' by Akon. It fit.
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"Detective Taylor, mind if I do this one? I know how to make him crack", Isabella said. Mac nodded and opened the door for her. Isabella smiled and sat down at a chair where Thomas Maxwell sat across from her, his feet up and wearing a very relaxed look on his smug face. He wasn't worried about this at all.
"Get your feet off the table, please. It's not polite", Isabella said, folding her hands and crossing her legs. She was still annoyed at her jeans getting ripped and the button coming off of her shirt. Thomas gave her a dark look, obviously not going to listen.
"That wasn't a request", she said darkly. She gave him a hard stare until he very slowly put his feet down.
"What do you want with me?" Thomas asked.
"It's funny, we received a call to the tip hotline about some information based on your brother, Jay. Some very smart people down at the lab traced the call and got your number from it, Thomas. Care to explain?" Isabella said conversationally, as though Thomas was an old friend.
"Piss off, cow. I ain't seen my brother in two years. Those smart dopes at your little lab must've gotten the wrong number", Thomas sneered. Isabella was tired of uncooperative people. She tried her usual technique of staring them down to get them to confess. She gave him a bright smile and leaned back in her chair.
"Maybe you did see him, you just might not have recognized him. He grew quite a beard, gained quite a bit of weight", she said. She was lying through her teeth, trying to get him to confess. He stared at her, clearly trying to not talk.
"Jay hates beards", Thomas replied.
"People change when they're in the Big House, Thomas. Jay could've gotten himself a nice bushy beard", Isabella replied, leaning forward on her elbows. He glared at her.
"We already have you for assaulting two officers. We can get you for obstruction of justice. You know what a madman your brother is and now you're hiding him. He needs help, Thomas", she said, switching tactics. The stare didn't work, which unnerved her. She may have had her mother's eyes, but the burning intensity was all Daddy dearest's.
"He needs his brother, Pacino. Let's say your brother killed a man. Would you turn him over to the cops? Or would you try to help him?" Thomas asked. Isabella was stunned. She couldn't answer without squeaking.
"Well, first thing I would do is get him help. I would put aside my own selfish needs and wants for the betterment of my brother", she replied smoothly. Not a squeak in her tone.
'Thank you, Daddy', she thought. Her mother was a horrible liar.
"You say that now, but it's a whole other story when it happens to you. Jay should not have gone through what he went through that night in college", Thomas said, his eyes narrowing.
"No one should have, but he did. He can get help for it, but he still needs to pay for his crimes", Isabella replied. She didn't have the jurisdiction to cut Thomas a deal. That was up to Flack, Sinclair, and the DA.
"If I give up my brother, what will happen to him?" Thomas asked. Isabella had worn him down.
"He will most likely go through a psychiatric evaluation, to see if he's competent to stand trial a second time. If he's criminally insane, he'll go to an institution. If he's not, he'll go to maximum-security prison", she replied. She wanted to tell him straight.
"He'll kill me if I tell you. He's already said he would", Thomas pleaded.
"We can arrange you protection, but we still have to hold you on assault charges", Isabella replied. It was the best she could do.
"I want a lawyer", Thomas said. Isabella smiled.
"Of course you do", she replied. She gave Flack a lazy look.
"Find this gentleman a real good public defender, will you sugar?" she drawled.