Rating: T/M
Summary: Jane and Lisbon from a suspect's point of view
Notes: A few swear words and sexual references. Written for the jello-forever August '09 challenge: Theme: Mistakes
Accidents
It was just a mistake. A stupid mistake, not that these idiots will believe me. Asian bloke just dumped me in the interrogation room and told me to wait for his boss. Didn't even give me a chance to try and explain myself to him. Jackass.
I guess it's 'cause they're coppers. Special ones. The kind that solve the most gruesome of murders without even battin' an eyelid. Not that I'm a murderer. Like I said, it was a mistake. An accident.
A prissy dark haired lady walks in, quickly followed by a bloke who just knows he's a pretty boy. Looks pretty damn smug, too. Like he's the one who's 'solved' the case. Well, you ain't pinnin' this one on me that easily, sunshine. It doesn't matter just how soulful those baby blues of yours are. Besides, you're so not my type.
What happened was this. I met 'im at a club. Big bloke, burly. I like 'em that way. We had a few drinks. Well, maybe a few too many and I took 'im to a hotel. Never home, see. Dunno if he's a jackass or not yet. Guess I'll never know, now. Anyway. I took 'im there for, y'know. Oh, do I really have to spell it out? Fine. We went there for sex. He thought I was hot, and the feeling was entirely mutual. We were climbin' upstairs to our room. I was undressin' him and just couldn't wait to get those pants off 'im. And he tripped. Broke his neck in the fall. And I ran. Well? Wouldn't you? You think you're about to have mind-blowin' sex and then suddenly your date is dead at the bottom of the staircase. Not a good thing.
Though, these morons won't believe that, will they? There has to be a motive and a secret within another secret and all that crap. I can try and explain myself and all that but she'll just carry on lookin' at me stonily and he'll make a joke outta it. It's hard to tell who is the one in charge outta these two. I thought it was Mr. Baby Blues at first, but the way she just hisses his name through clenched teeth says otherwise. Though he does seem to undermine her. Whatever, it's probably just their way. Windin' each other up like that prob'ly leads to makin' mad passionate love at night for them. They definitely seem like they're at it like rabbits, anyway.
Oh, hell, why am I even botherin' to psychoanalyse coppers when I'm meant to be provin' my innocence?
It was a mistake, I tell you. A silly, stupid mistake. And because of it, I'm prob'ly gonna rot in jail.
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