I had this chapter done a little while ago but I had just put up the previous chapter and I thought it might be too soon to put this one up so I waited. I'm sorry to those who have been waiting. Here's your chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything else for that matter. Well...I do own my dog...and Azra and Ayame...My dog is cute :D

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Azra arrived at the police station and was escorted into the "interrogation room". She was followed in shortly after, by a cop in a suit and tie.

"Do you have a lawyer that you would like to call Mrs...Crawford?" The man asked looking down at his clipboard.

"Call me Azra and I don't have or need a lawyer sir. I've done nothing wrong," Azra replied smugly.

"Well in that case, I have a few questions for you...Azra," The cop sat down on the table next to her," Where were you approximately 2 hours ago?"

"I was at my home with my roomate and some other friends," Azra replied honestly.

"Would your friends mind confirming that?" He asked.

"I don't see why they would have a problem with it," Azra shrugged.

"Well if you would give me one of your friends numbers then I will have one of my men call them up right now," The cop smiled and handed Azra a piece of paper.

She grabbed the paper and pen and wrote down Ayame's cell phone number and handed it back to the cop.

"Thank you. If you would hold on a second I need to give this to my partner," The man got up and left the room for a couple seconds before returning, "Now where were we?

Oh yes, is it true that you own a red Mazda Miata?"

"Yes sir, I do," Azra once again replied innocently.

"And did you know a red Mazda Miata was seen fleeing from a mans home that had just been severely vandalized?" The man asked finally getting to the point.

"No sir I did not know that, but if I may, why didn't someone just write down the plate number? I'm sure that would have made things much easier on everybody," Azra said, playing the 'help' card.

"Sadly, nobody could get the plate number. That would make everybodies job much easier," The cop smiled, "Now I would like for you to see a couple photos taken at the scene of the crime."

He then proceeded to take a handful of pictures out of a folder and set them on the table. Azra looked at the pictures then looked up at the main, awaiting an explanation.

"Now if you look here, there are two broken windows. Through one of the windows we found splattered paint, the other, remnents of an egg," The cop explained.

"So...that means an egg and...a paintball gun?" Azra asked looking down at the picture to hide a smile.

"Correct. The egg broke an antique vase and the paintball ruined a white leather couch, He replied, starting to look agitated.

They were interuppted by a man walking into the room and whispering something into the cops ear. The cop nodded and the man left.

"Well it looks like your aliby pulls through. Your roomate Ayame did confirm that you were at your home," The man smiled.

"Good." Azra smiled back then looked down at the picture, "This here, the breaking the windows and everything, this means that it's more than just vandalization right? Isn't there a law against breaking things? Like 'you break it you buy it' or something?"

Azra now had decided to play the 'stupid' card.

"If you look at this picture, someone has vandalized the owners car, also using paintball guns," The man said ignoring Azra's question.

Azra looked down at the picture and put her hand over her mouth as if she were shocked. In reality she was hiding a huge smile. In the corner of the picture was her "FAT ASS" in the yard. She looked up at the officer and tried her best to look as if she was lost for words.

"Do you own a paintball gun Azra?" The cop asked her.

"Yes sir I do, but to tell you the truth I haven't used it since 10th or possibly 11th grade. It just kind of got old to me. Plus they shut down the place I used to go paintballing at so I really had no need for it anymore," Azra shrugged.

"Azra, have you ever seen this man before?" The cop pulled out a picture of the bouncer and handed it to her.

"Yes I have sir. He bounces at the Plex. He...forcefully...removed me from the Plex earlier this evening," She replied trying to keep a straight face.

"What do you mean as in forcefully?" The officer asked her.

"Well, he punched me in the stomach and quite literally threw me out the front door," Azra said now a bit annoyed.

"Now why would he do such a thing?" The officer asked knowing he had hit a nerve.

"Well to tell you the truth officer, I was moshing at the concert and he grabbed my arm quite roughly. In self defence, and not knowing he was a bouncer, I punched him," Azra growled.

"Azra, do you know how much evidence we have against you right now? We have a motive, a get away vehicle and a weapon," The man whispered all the while inching closer to her with every word he said until his face was about five inches away from her face.

"I drive a stock colored Miata, I own a paintball gun that I haven't used in about two years, and I got kicked out of The Plex, which happens to people everyday. Not to mention I have a sturdy aliby. I wouldn't really consider that evidence. I think you should bring this man in for questioning for punching an underage female in the stomach. And I'd appreciate it 'sir' if you would get out of my face," Azra replied cockily.

The man backed off, clearly caught off guard by her sudden outburst.

"A stock Miata can not gain enough speed in enough time to succesfully out run a cop car. I know for a fact that your Miata is not stock. You tie up to this bouncer more than anybody else. I have more on you then you know," The cop shot back.

"For your information, my Miata is stock and if you want proof then you can come by and see for yourself. IF you have any further questions, I'd like to see my lawyer," Azra spat.

"I have no further questions, you are free to leave, maam," The cop sighed, "But I will be over to see your 'stock' Miata."

Azra smiled and walked out of the room. A female cop started to grab her arm and lead her out when Azra pulled away.

"I don't like people touching me. You can show me to the door without touching me," She spat to the cop.

The girl backed away and pointed, "This way."

Azra walked out of the door and turned to the cop, "Thank you maam."

The girl nodded and closed the door.

Azra sat at the bottom step and pulled out her phone.

"Hey Ayame."

"Yea I'm out."

"Good until the guy got in my face. Then he saw a little bit of the bitch in me."

"No everything's cool."

"Alright I'll see you in a little bit."

"Bye."

Azra hung up the phone and lit up a cigarette while she waited for Ayame.

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Ayame pulled up to the police station and motioned for Azra to get in the car. Azra stood up and went to get in the car. She opened the passenger side door and saw Toshiro sitting in the front seat. She looked at Toshiro then looked at Ayame then back at Toshiro then back at Ayame.

"I'll let you have shotgun this one time just because you're the new kid. But this is the only time understood?" Azra pointed at Toshiro.

He nodded and let Azra in the back seat. He then looked over to Ayame with a very annoyed look on his face.

"What's wrong Hitsugaya?" Ayame asked.

"Kid," Was all he mumbled.

Ayame started laughing, "Azra, you forgot. Hitsugaya doesn't like being called a kid."

"Oh...sorry kid," Azra giggled and stepped in the backseat.

Azra was greeted by Grimmjow when she sat down.

"Why'd you come along?" Azra asked Grimmjow.

"Ummm...well...I was bored. And sick of Ichigo bitching about me beating him in the paintball fight," Grimmjow half stuttered.

Azra looked at him funny for a second then turned away.

"So how'd it go?" Ayame asked, eager to hear about the guy getting in her face.

"Not bad. I played innocent until he started getting cocky, then I started being a bitch. But he's got nothing and he knows it so I'm not worried. One thing though. Does anybody know anybody with a red stock Miata?" Azra smiled.

Toshiro turned around in his seat, "Yea my neighbor's got one. Why?"

"Would he let me borrow it if I payed him?" Azra asked.

"I don't know...why?" Toshiro asked again.

"I just might need it for a week or two," Azra said and turned to Grimmjow, "So did you leave any marks?"

"Grimmjow turned to her and said, "Marks?"

"On Kurosaki, from the fight," She replied.

"Oh yea quite a few actually. One on his side where I hit in the first time, a couple on his stomach and chest but a shit ton of them on his back!" Grimmjow went on to tell Azra where Ichigo was now bruised and swollen. Azra nodded and listened to a now rambling Grimmjow as Ayame drove back to the house.

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Azra walked in the house and was greeted by a cheering crowd.

"You didn't get caught," Ikkaku said.

"No, but only because I told him I knew it was you and Ayasegawa who attacked the car," Azra said straightfaced.

"You...uhhhh...what?" Yumichika stuttered.

"HAHAHAHA! You're too damn gullable Ayasegawa. I'd never rat you fuckers out," Azra laughed.

Yumichika let out a squeaky fake sounding laugh.

"We've decided to celebrate!" Renji screamed.

"For what?" Azra asked.

"For Gin and Toshiro's successful initiation and for you outsmarting the system again," Renji replied.

"We already went out and got the drinks too," Gin held up a bottle of Jim Beam and Captian Morgan.

"Well then. Let's get fucked up!" Azra announced to the crowd.