Fact.
Im not a fan of this one.
Fact.
You should read and review anyways.

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Interrogation

Justin Tore sat in the plain white room, looking around nervously at the nothing surrounding him. His hands fiddled over the steel table, anxious. He was pulled from class by a cop, much to his confusion and his classmates amusement. He hadn't done anything wrong- he didn't think.

He sat in the room, memorizing the dots in the cheap ceiling tiles and recalling his last few days. No, nothing illegal. His first thought was that something had happened- but when the Detective sat him in the interrogation room, he realized that was not the case. He was pondering what he could have possibly done to earn this criminal treatment when the door opened, and a woman walked in.

She said nothing, and he was far too intimidated to say anything himself. She strode to the desk with an air of authority, unhooking her piece from its holster on her hip and setting the gun on the metal table with a loud clank that made him jump in his chair. She dropped her cuffs on the table unceremoniously as well, again the metal-on-metal making the hair on his arms stand up.

She seated herself in the chair across from him, slouching lazing across the back of it, her arms dangling lazily. "Justin," she spoke at last, smiling ironically.

"Y-yes?" he coughed out a reply.

"Ever been arrested?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he replied slowly, unsure of her angle.

"How old are you again?" she asked him, furrowing her brow.

"16."

"So you drive?"

"Yeah.." he was still very confused. "Excuse me for asking, but what am I doing here?"

"I was 16 once. Had a thing for bad boys. Are you a bad boy?" She asked, raising an eyebrow damn near seductively.

"Excuse me?" he choked out. "No offence, Detective, but you're a little old for me." That made her laugh. Then she stopped and stared at him, obviously still expecting an answer. When none came and the silence became almost unbearable, she spoke again.

"You a good driver?"

"Fair enough," he answered honestly.

"Do you smoke?"

"What?"

"You know, light up every once and a while?"

"No." this was absurd. Who was this lady, and what was with the twenty questions?

"Shoot up? Smoke some blow?"

"What?" he was officially offended. He kept sneaking glances at the gun sitting patiently on the table.

"You like that, huh?" she asked, looking from him to the piece. "You like guns?"

"N-no." This woman scared the shit out of him.

"Careful, kid, I think you're developing a stutter there. What was that?"

"Can you please tell me what this is about?" Her questions were flying at him a mile a minute.

"Do you have any tattoos?" she asked, eyeing him up and down. "Piercings?" She asked, smirking when he shifted uncomfortably under her stare.

"No…"

"You have any STD's?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" He kept asking that.

"Sexually transmitted diseases," she clarified, speaking like he was a confused six year old.

"Absolutely not," he replied, straightening in his seat.

"Believe in abstinence?"

"No," he replied, again opting to remain completely honest. She smiled, so that must have been the right answer.

"Honest. I like that."

"Are you going to tell me why I'm here?"

"Where are you going tonight?"

"I'm taking my girlfriend to the park and then to dinner."

"Anywhere else?"

"No."

"That was a good answer. You plan on paying for dinner?"

"Yes. Please, Detective. What is this about? Why do you want to know about my girlfriend?"

"Please, she replied, standing and re-holstering her gun. "Call me Kate." He stood as well, grabbing the hand she reached towards him with and shook it. "And have Alexis home by ten, kay?" Beckett told him, winking before leading him out of the cold, white room.

So I realize that Kate is out of character, and for that I really am sorry.

But review and I promise in the next one she will be.