Hm... I hope you like this one. It really gave me a hard time writing the reactions of everybody.

Read, Enjoy.

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''And now, Sabrina Martinez, you are charged with an additional 5 years in jail. Go back there, where your place is Martinez!''

''Oh, shut up! Again? I've been there six times already!''

''You shut up! Get back there!''

''Gmphhh... right! It ain't fair though! You cheat!''

''I cheat? You're the one wining! And you're always in jail!''

''Hey, it ain't my fault!''

''You're the one always on the ''go to jail'' square!''

''I'll never play Monopoly with you again! Cheater!''

''Hey, I don't!''

Sabrina got up and pointed accusingly .''Yes, you do! I've seen you! Yes you do!''

She stretched an arm and quickly tickled her ribs. Kelly fell backwards and on the floor laughing. A handful of fake dollar bills escaped her chest pocket. Sabrina laughed in victory. '' I knew it! You little cheater!''

''Oh, shut up! You were winning! What was I supposed to do?''

''Oh, yeah? You never played with other kids Garret? Do you know what we do to cheaters where I come from?''

''Do I have to find out?''

''Tar and feathers! Prepare yourself!''

''NO!'' she chocked, still in a laughing frenzy. She grabbed a pillow and tossed it to her. Sabrina caught it with her bandaged right arm and send it flying back. She immediately withdrew her hand and cradled it in her lap. Kelly stopped laughing and stared at her.

''Hey... um... are you-''

''I'm fine.'' she snapped and turned her back.

''Hey, Sabrina!''

She grabbed a handful of her sleeve and pulled her back. ''I'm sorry.'' she said apologetically.

She turned and looked at her, a smile forming on her face. ''It's nothing. My fault. But I'm bored and you cheat. I have to go now.''

''Sabrina?''

''Hey! I'm goin' no matter what ya say, kay? And don't you dare turn me in! Bosley's gonna kill us and skin us both!''

''Just take care, will ya?''

The door of ICU room 045 cracked open. Sabrina peeked her head in and looked around. That was definitely Kris lying there. Surprisingly she was alone. Sabrina closed the door and took a seat next to the bed. She sat in ackward silence for a while.

She chewed her upper lip. Drummed with her fingers on the bed. The she looked at the inert form. Kris. Slowly the colour had started to return on her face. She was expected to make a full recovery. Sabrina sighed.

''I'm so sorry, Kris.'' she whispered.

Then she closed her eyes, suppressing her own fears. She got up and opened the door.

She bumped into a familiar person. She looked down an stared at her for a while.

Mary took a step back.

''What are you doing here?''

''Came by to see how's Kris .''

''How dare you!''

''Excuse me?''

''It was all your fault! Come on! Don't deny it! You just get out of prison and then you get involved into dirty business! And mixing up Kris in it! It's your fault she's here now! All this mess you put us in!''

''But I-''

''I do not want you anywhere near my daughters!'' she snarled.

''But-''

''Understood?''

Her jaw stiffened as she clenched her teeth. ''Yes ma'am.''

She turned her back and breathed heavily trying to ease her temper.

''I bet the cops are really interested to know what happened while you were there, aren't they?'' said Mary quietly.

Sabrina didn't turn around this time. She kept walking as if she heard nothing.

Mary's attention shifted from Sabrina to Kris who had just half opened her eyes. She leaned closed and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

''Rest. I'll call a nurse.'' She said softly.

Kris' eyes closed again.

Sabrina bit into her lower lip and delivered another strike on the utility pole. She groaned as the hard wood started to scrape her knuckles. She punched it again and breathed heavily. Damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

''Hey you!'' came a voice.

She cocked an eyebrow and jerked her head to see. It was a big male, in his late thirties, accompanied by two policemen. He was clearly familiar, but from where?

She scratched her head.

''Her! That's her! The little thief!''

''Oh dammit!'' she yelled and started to run as she finally remembered.

The guy from the store. Dammit...

Before she had even run a hundred feet one of the policemen fell on her. The sudden pain that crushed her on the asphalt made her cry out loud. Before she could defend herself she was shoved in a police car, handcuffed.

Kelly massaged her temples and breathed in heavily. Where the hell was she? The phone rung and she picked it up. It was Jill.

''Sabrina?''

''It's Kelly. Is something the matter?''

''Kris is awake. I though you'd want to know.''

''Oh.''

''Kelly?''

''Yeah?''

''Look... I... kinda overreacted... I guess.''

''Yeah. You did.''

''Well...''

''I'll talk to you later.''

''Something happened? Where's Bri?''

''I don't have any idea.''

Sabrina tapped her fingers on the desk and shifted her wrists a little.

''Hey! Can you loosen up this things?'' she said to the policeman closer to her. He looked at her with disinterest. She sighed.

''Where the hell is he anyway?'' she asked again.

''He'll be here any minute. Watch your language kid.''

The door flew open and a thin, tall man came in the room. He sat on the other side of the desk and glanced at her.

''What do we have here?''

''Martinez, Sabrina, sir.'' mumbled the officer. The man waved his hand.

''You can go now Sanders.''

''Are you sure, sir?''

He left the room. The man leaned closer to her.

''Now... hm... What's your name?''

''You know it.''

''You'll have to repeat it.''

''Sabrina, Martinez.''

A smile crossed his features. ''Hm... identification?''

''No.''

''Do you know we can keep you here over night?''

''I still don't have identification.''

He opened a heavy manila folder and started searching through it. He turned and raised an eyebrow at her. He picked up the phone and nodded his head after a while.

''Lets see... Hm... attemped murder... three years in an underage prison... no other record. Nice.''

Sabrina looked at him impassively. She already knew all that.

''So, miss Martinez. What have you got to say?''

''That the guy is insane. I didn't take anything from his store.''

''Oh, yeah, right.''

''Oh, come on now! Don't you got his surveillance camera video?''

''How dare you! Mr Winfield is a respectable citizen. We are paid to eliminate

possible threats to him. How dare you accuse him of lying!''

''What's your evidence then? It's my word against his!''

''Only you...'' he leaned closer. ''have attempted murder. He hasn't.''

She remained silent as he left her alone again.

Kelly bit into her lip. It was getting late. She rubbed her forehead. He head hurt. What could take her so long? She decided to call Bosley but regretted it. She closed the phone. But what if something had happened? Her whole body jerked with surprise as a thunderbolt tore through the sky. It started to rain heavily.

Mr Winfield hummed to himself at the waiting room. The officer who talked to him, Deputy Sanders, had already left. Deputy Michaels opened the door and he caught a glimpse of Sabrina tapping her fingers.

''Mr Winfield?''

''Yes, officer?''

''We cannot press charges without the Sheriff. Nothing on her belongings indicates your saying. Do you wish to sure her for theft?''

Winfield gnawed his upper lip. In his possession were the tapes which clearly showed the incident.

''I want justice! We cannot have little shoplifters spoil our job officer!''

The officer shook his hand. Winfield leaned closer and left something in his chest pocket. Michaels smiled briefly.

''Look, we can arrange something...'' he started to say.

''Like?''

''We can arrange a small meeting with her. We can say... she resisted arrest...''

''Where are you getting at, sir?''

''You want justice, Mr Winfield? You have fifteen minutes to deliver it. It's just a little street tramp. No one will ever know.''

Winfield smiled. ''Of course. Thank you very much officer.''

Don't forget! Angels and Peacocks chapter 3 is up! Things are getting hot there. Hm...

(tries to use reverse psychology) Somewhere down her is a blue button. DO NOT PRESS IT!