George sat in the interrogation room fiddling with his hand cuffs.

"So are you just going to sit there or are you going to explain yourself?"

"Me? How about you tell me why they hauled me in here. So what they can't find anything so they use me as a scape-goat?"

"They found your blood."

"So that doesn't prove anything."

"It doesn't look good. Your official statement was that you were fine. You lied."

"I'm fine. If I weren't how could I be walking around fit as a fiddle? I don't know what to tell you. They must have made a mistake."

Sawyer looked at him sternly, "What kind of effect does this girl have on you when she's got you lying to me."

George shrugged, "You don't believe me. We're family."

"And as family I can tell when you're lying, boy. So tell me the truth. Are you covering for this girl?"

Sawyer sat down on the other side of the table.

"I know you. It's not like you. But you have a thing about rescuing the damsels in distress."

"Chloe hardly fits the Mo for a damsel she was incarcerated when I met her."

"Well, have you heard of the femme fatal types? She acts all weak and innocent while making a fool out of you."

George remembered how Chloe pretended to be afraid when the car had swerved when really she was waiting for someone to help her escape. But she wasn't completely like a Femme Fatal since she saved his life. It looked like she risked her life for his. He didn't know if she was even a live after that. So he knew his aunt was wrong about her. He had to protect her secret. It was the least he could do.

Then he puts his best amused skeptical face on and said,
"What do you think happened? She shot me, I bled all over the floor, and I let her go, and covered for her because I was so in love with the girl who shot me, please. This isn't a noir film. Besides if she did shoot me. How am I walking around?"

"I don't know I have seen some pretty strange things in this city. And don't sit there and tell me you haven't."

George folded his arms feigning innocence, "I don't know what you are talking about auntie."

Sawyer got up and slammed a folder in front of George.

"This isn't some case of some innocent girl who got framed. She gets in trouble all of the time. I arrested her before."

"You did? For what?" George asked surprised.

"For being at an illegal strip club."

George scoffed, picturing Chloe at a strip club.

"Don't get excited, she wasn't stripping. Miss Nancy Drew was investigating a story."
"Wow, she's a reporter sounds like a real reign of terror. What's the matter did she interfere in a case and bust your ego." George said as he leaned back on his cold metal chair.

George liked hearing Chloe was a reporter.

"George this is serious. She doesn't respect the law. And either do you the way you're covering for her. Upholding the law is what you do. It is a part of who you are. It's something you've told me you've always wanted to do ever since you could walk and I gave you your first toy gun and badge. Are you really willing to throw all of that away for some girl?"

Sawyer said as she took a seat next to him, pleading in a tough yet serious manner.

George didn't look his aunt in the eye. She could always get to him ever since he was a kid. He knew he had to face her for Chloe's sake. For all he knew she could have died for him and he had to at least protect his secret. He knew those kind of secrets were meant to be kept.

George shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you auntie. I'm not covering for her."

Chloe pulled down on the clutches of Ollie's Green Motor Cycle. Chloe knew that stealing Oliver's motor Cycle was wrong but it was the quickest mode of transportation she could think of. Chloe swerved on the road trying to focus on balancing herself. Chloe had learned how to drive a motor Cycle in that one summer when Lois was going though her dating a biker faze. Chloe tagged along with Lois' and biker friend had a friend who showed her how to ride. Chloe found it intriguing and fun. And now she tried to remember everything he taught her and tried not to worry about George taking the fall for her.

But that was the truth and that is why she needed to get down there to the police station quick and that is why she had put this uncomfortable long brown wig on. It fluttered in the wind under the green helmet. She had to save George she didn't care what happened to her she couldn't let him take the fall for her. She would make this right.

A/N: Guys sorry I don't know much aboutmotor cycles at all.