After they left, James rushed around the house, packing a bag of clothes. He hurried out to the car and hopped in, speeding off towards the police department. Thoughts racing as he drove, James didn't know what to do. Kate had taken the fullback lame. She was going to go to jail. He couldn't have her go to jail; she couldn't give birth in jail. Hell she just couldn't be in jail, period. James didn't know what he would do without her.
He got to the police station and quickly parked his car before rushing inside. "Miles!" James exclaimed, hurrying to Miles' desk.
Miles looked up from his paperwork and frowned again when he saw James. "She's in the interrogation room, confessing to everything. James, she is going to jail," Miles replied.
"Take me in there."
"James, I can't."
"Dammit, Miles. Take me in there so I can see my fucking wife," James snapped his gray eyes alive with fire in them.
Miles could see the anger in his eyes and he stood up. "Okay. But if you guys do anything stupid I am going to have to escort you out," he replied, leading James to the interrogation room.
When James walked inside the cold room, Kate immediately stood and ran over to his, wrapping her arms around her husband and burying her face in his chest. She started sobbing and James stroked her hair, quieting her.
"Shh, Freckles. Shh. Things are going to be okay," he whispered.
Kate buried her head into his chest harder and shook her head. "No, James. I am going to trial and then I am going to jail. I'm 23, six months pregnant, and going to jail. I love you so much but you can't do anything. There isn't a way out of this," she sobbed, looking up ay home, her green eyes glossed with tears.
James sighed and pushed her head back into his chest. He stroked her hair and glanced up at the ceiling. He wasn't a religious man but he said a prayer in his head. "Kate, baby, I promise you that I will work something out. I will get you out of here," he promised, kissing the top of her head.
"Before the baby?" she asked, pulling away from James and placing a hand on her protruding stomach.
"Before the baby," he promised, placing his hand over hers and kissing her lips softly.
Later that night he was sitting at their kitchen tables, papers and books, completely filling the space. Legal documents and law books lay around, and he was scatter brained, trying to figure out his wife's defense. She couldn't up in jail. They were starting a family and James was not about to be single father.
He pulled a couple of all-nighters to create Kate's defense. He visited her during the day, his heart breaking when he saw her in the orange jumpsuit, her stomach pushing out. When they talked, the receiver of the phone was pushed against her cheek and her hand was pressed up against the glass.
"James, you need to get me out of here," she said, her eyes tearing up.
His hand was pressed against the glass, mirroring her hand. "I know, Freckles. I know. I'm working on it. I am staying up late every night working on your defense," he replied, yawning. "I have been living on coffee for the past couple of days. I will get you out of here. You won't have the baby in here. I promised you that. And I am going to keep my promise."
They had decided to not find out the sex of the baby until it was born. James and Kate both wanted to be surprised.
Kate weakly smiled and then looked down at the desk. "I just hate being here. I take full responsibility for what I did, but I just can't be here. I need to be a wife, a mother," she whispered.
James frowned and closed his eyes. "I know you do, Freckles. And I want you here. I can't be a single dad. I told you I will get you out of here, even if it means not leaving the state for ten years," he replied.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Kate. So much. More than you could even imagine," James replied.
The guard was eyeing the couple, tapping his watch on his right wrist. The guard was short, his bald head reflecting off the lights.
James looked at the guard and then looked at Kate. "I think good ole' Locke over there wants me gone," he said with a laugh. James had spent so much time at the prison with his wife that he knew all the guards by their names by now.
Kate glanced at the guard and then looked back at James. "Go. I'll be fine. I'll see you later. I love you," she assured him, smiling again.
James nodded. "Okay. I will be back tomorrow or Wednesday. I love you," he said, taking his hand off of the glass and hanging up the phone. Then, slowly, he got up and walked out the prison, holding back his tears.