James and Officer Grims walked silently through the halls and lobby of the Palm Woods, where everyone was looking at James in a state of shock, confusion, worry and if you counted Jett ( Which James didn't) even smug. That made James upset but he shoved it down low inside him for now . Right now he wanted answers as to why this is even happening to him in the first place. When they got outside, officer Grims opened the back door to his police cruiser and guided James inside before closing it behind him. He got into the drivers seat and backed out of the parking lot and started towards the station.

"What the hell is going on here?" James asked breaking the eery silence between them.

Officer Grims sighed before answering his question. " James, the guys that took you an your friends captive have issued for you to be arrested for bring them bodily harm."

"But they were going to kill us!" James shouted not caring if he let his rage out at this point. Hawk is the biggest piss off in his life right now that it's not funny.

"I know." Grims said. "But they are also being charged and even though they filed against you, you might just not go to jail. You're still a minor after all."

Hearing that put James at ease a little bit. But not fully. "So why are you taking me down town?"

"You still have to get a mug shot, and Crimnal record made if you don't already have one. Finger prints, stay in a holding cell, get a court date all that fun stuff." The police officer said as he pulled into the station.

Well that's just great, James thought to himself. Now, weather or not he gets charged with the so called 'crimes' but now he'll have a crimnal record to follow him around for the rest of his life. He was then lead into the building by officer Grims and was told to stand in the waiting line. There were three other people in front of him. The first one looked high on something, James had no idea what. The second looked like a hobo. And the last one right in front of James looked like he would snap any minute and kill someone.

James didn't belong here. He also shouldn't have to BE here. James held into the fact that he's innocent until proven guilty.

After what seemed like forever, it was finally James' turn. He walked over to where he was suppost to have his mug shot picture taken. The women behind the desk told him to stand on the yellow line, look striaght ahead, and not to smile. Not that James wanted to smile anyway, what sick fuck would?

After the picture was taken, another officer came over and took James to another room. He got James to give him his finger prints and James was also padded down to make sure he had no weapons on him.

When that was done the officer removed James' hand cuffs and places him in a holding cell. He told James that he would let him know in a few hours if he would make bail.

James sat down on the cold wooden bench in the small holding cell and put his face in his hands. What was he going to do if he didn't make bail? No one could save him from jail/prison if he didn't. Unless he didn't get convicted he was SO screwed.

This day couldn't get any worse.

James looked up at the sound of the cell door being opened. Great someone was going to stay with while he was here. But when he saw who it was, he paled and was filled with rage all at the same time, his hazel eyes blazing with anger for the other inmate.

Of all the people, it had to be him.