Diane sits with her hands folded on the scarred table of the interview room. It's been hours since she's last seen Kurt and she knows Morrissey's constant attempts to distract or deter her are all part of his manipulation to irk the hell out of her. The detective is stalling, trying to show his superiority by getting her to ask, to beg to speak to Kurt but Diane didn't fall for it. She calmly waited him out, despite the fact that she was losing it inside. The idiot doesn't know who he's messing with and Diane is looking forward to getting Morrissey's ass kicked off the force.

The door across from her opens and a male guard escorts Kurt in. He's dressed in blue and white striped inmate scrubs. His hands are cuffed in front of him and secured to his waist by a length of chain. She briefly considers asking the guard to remove the restraints but she has a feeling she would lose the battle so she doesn't try.

The officer shoves Kurt down in the chair. Instead of leaving, he stands on guard, one hand resting on Kurt's shoulder to prevent him from hopping back up. She notes that Kurt's face is impassive and his eyes unreadable. Diane has seen this before, and it's never been a good sign towards the individuals mental health.

Diane levels her steely gaze on the male guard. "You may go," she says with a curt nod.

He blinks at her. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I have my orders. The prisoner can't be left unsupervised."

Diane's voice grows deeper and colder. "You. May. Go." She meets his gaze unflinchingly, daring him to defy her.

He backs down. "Yes, Ma'am," he says and quickly exits the room.

Kurt opens his mouth to speak but she discretely holds up a finger, signaling to him to remain quiet. The two sit in silence. Diane gazes at him, wondering how much effect this debacle is going to do to his mind. Kurt, watching her closely for a moment, doesn't move his eyes from her, waiting for an answer. The only sound to be heard is the occasional rattle of the chain when he shifts position. A minute or two later, the phone next to Diane's elbow let's out three short, sharp beeps.

A small smile comes to her lips. "It's safe to talk now."

His eyes drift from the device back up to her and returns the smile. "Who?"

"Kalinda." She shrugs lightly.

He nods once, then let's his eyes wander away, the smile fading.

In another room, Morrissey pounds the desk in frustration when the sound cuts out and the picture grows fuzzy on the monitor. He can no longer hear or see what is going on in the interview room. He's been hoping that Kurt would reveal something incriminating to Diane that he can use against him n court.

"What the hell is going on?" he demands.

The flustered computer tech pounds away at his keyboard. "I have no idea. I can't seem to get it fixed." On the monitor the fuzzy images of Diane and Kurt begin to scroll.

Diane's eyes soften and she reaches across the table, placing her hand in his . "How are you doing?"

"I expected worse." He shrugs. But somewhere behind his defensive facade she can tell that he's doing worse than he's letting on.

"Are you eating?"

"Eating? Diane the food here wouldn't be edible for a horse, let alone a man."

She nods. "That is why," she reaches under the table and into her bag. "I brought this."

She pulls out a wrapped object and places it in front of him. He doesn't hesitate to unwrap it and reveals a brown bread sandwich.

"Really?" He scoffs, but his eyes betray him and show his gratefulness.

"No." She smirks, glad to have humored him in some way. "This is for you." She places another wrapped object in front of him and takes her sandwich back. She watches in anticipation as he unwraps the burger, then places her own wrapped food back in her bag.

He opens his mouth to thank her but she holds a hand up. "Eat. Let me do the talking."

He shakes his head before picking up the food and taking a bite.

"I have a friend coming in, Elsbeth Tascioni. She's..unique, but she's good. If I have to pull out from defending you to testify she'll replace me." She says and but silences the beginning of his protest by raising her finger. "But I will only step down if it's necessary. Even if it's right before the verdict."

He stays silent, having received his answer and nods.

"I'm not certain on how many judges allow the attorney to testify, I've only ever come across two in my years of work and they were a long time ago. Will is at a basketball game at the moment, so he'll try to get me some names. But I can't guarantee anything. If it's a fair judge, I'll try to get them to allow it, but again only if it's necessary. Right now I'm mainly focusing on getting you out on bail. We can work to prove your innocence then."

"You've two days, right?"

"Yes, your arraignment is in two days. I need to know your schedule for the university. If you're supposed to be teaching I can use this. And if there's anything else that will secure that you won't leave the country."

"My roster for the university is in my office."

"Good." She nods, jotting the information down on a piece of paper. She looks up to see him finish the last of his burger and sighs silently. "The DA's office is offering you a plea bargain."

"Of?"

She swallows. "Three to ten years. Parole permitted at the fifth year."

"What do you think?"

"As your lawyer? I think it's better than the time you would get if you went to trial."

"And as my wife?"

She inhales. "I'm terrified."

There's a small moment of silence. "What's the most I could face if I don't take the plea?"

She looks away for a brief second and clears her throat. "A minimum of twenty five years."

"I didn't do it."

Her eyes find his again. "I know you didn't. But the evidence, the timeline. They have a solid case."

"I have no case do I?"

She stays silent, carefully planning her response. "You have up to your arraignment to decide on what you're going to choose. I told you my current aim is to get you out on bail."

"I'm not taking the plea."

"Kurt, five years. You would still have a life. Twenty five?"

"You think I should plead out?"

"I don't know. I have a friend at the police department who I'm meeting later, he'll have a copy of the evidence Morrissey has and I'll get a better idea of how solid their case is. Just, keep your options open. You have two days."

"I didn't do it!" His voice raises in frustration. It's his first flash of true emotions since the handcuffs have first been slapped on his wrists.

She blinks, giving him time to calm down. She's seen what past clients have gone through and she knows how to deal with them. Only this time her heart is aching.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles after a moment of silence, placing his face in his hands on the table.

"Don't be. If I were in your shoes.."

"I hope you never are," He says honestly and looks up at her again.

"Whoever is doing this, Kurt, they won't get away with it. I promise you."

"I know," He nods, looking away from her towards the corner of the room, exhaling loudly.

"I need to go." She's says regretfully. The last thing she wants to do is leave him here. "I'll come by tomorrow morning once I have something prepared for the arraignment." She gets up and places the paper from his food into her bag and pulls out a packet of gum. "I brought you this, too." She slides the small packet across the table.

She props her bag over her shoulder and smirks. She takes a step towards the door when she hears the chains rattle and turns to see him looking at her.

"What? No kiss?"

"I'm your lawyer. It's unethical." She sends the tease back, astounded at how well he's managing to cope with everything that's happening to him. He scoffs. "But," She steps back. "As your wife, I believe it's perfectly ethical." She leans down and places a promising kiss on his lips. "I'll be back tomorrow. Get some sleep tonight, and hide your contraband." She winks and straightens up again, then moves towards the door and opens it, signalling to the guard that their meeting is over.

Kurt chuckles and quickly places the gum into the chest pocket of his uniform. The guard enters the room and Diane waits until Kurt is out before following. She stays with him until she comes to the split corridor that will take her out a different door, so she says goodbye with a meaningful nod.

A moment later when she's sitting in her car outside, she let's her head fall back against the headrest. She'll have to work around the clock in order to get Kurt out on bail. Her phone buzzes from her bag beside and it takes her a moment to register the sound. She reaches across and retrieves it.

"Adrian."

Her eyes widen when she hears the news he's telling her.

"You're kidding?"

Her jaw drops slightly.

"No, no. I can be there in about thirty minutes."

She starts her car.

"See you then."

What news has Adrian got for Diane? let me know what you think and if someone guesses correctly, I'll update earlier than next Sunday ;)

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