A/N: Greetings, all! I'm back with another chapter! I'm glad this story is getting such positive feedback. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It definitely motivates me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush...*sigh*Chapter 11: Misunderstood

Logan POV

As soon as we got back home, Mama Knight ordered Leigh to take a warm shower and change into dry clothes. She made Katie go with her just in case Leigh was worse off than we were led to believe. Presently, Officer Butler was questioning the boys and me individually. Kendall and James were the first two he questioned, and Carlos was up at the moment. I twiddled my thumbs nervously as I waited my turn. What did this cop think he was going to accomplish by talking to us?

I felt my heart begin to pound as soon as Carlos sat down next to me and Officer Butler silently beckoned me to join him. I glanced at Carlos, but his expression was unreadable. Gulping, I slowly stood up and made my way to Officer Butler.

"Would you say Miss Gibbs has a lot of friends?" he asked bluntly as soon as I arrived.

"Umm..no, not really…" I responded, wondering why he was asking.

"If you could describe Miss Gibbs in two words, which words would you use?"

I was puzzled, but replied, "I guess I would describe her as intense and complicated? What's this about, anyways?"

Officer Butler made a few notes in his notebook before saying, "Ok, we're done here."

"Ooookay…" I walked back to where the others were sitting, feeling incredibly confused. "What did any of those questions have to do with the accident?" I mused. "Unless…no, surely he wouldn't think—''

My thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened, revealing a dry Leigh followed by a still wide-eyed Katie.

"Perfect timing, Miss Gibbs," the police officer stated, "Now if you'll just have a seat."

She eyed him warily, but did as she was told. As soon as she sat across from me, Officer Butler addressed her.

"Now Miss Gibbs, could you explain to us, in as much detail as possible, how your car managed to find itself in the middle of a lake?"

Leigh sat there, finding the words to describe her ordeal. "Well," she began, "I was driving to the park to go for a run, like I normally do. I went down the hill to the parking lot when I discovered my brakes weren't working. I took my foot of the gas pedal, but the momentum made the car pick up speed anyways. I remember pressing my car horn." She paused, the memories flooding back to her, "I remember the impact, and how fast the water began entering the car. I remember finally being able to open the car door after what felt like forever, and swimming to the surface."

I gaped at her. How could she be so calm? She seriously could've died, and here she was talking about it like it was something she read in a book? I mean, she didn't cry, hyperventilate…anything. She just sat there, her face the eptiome of apathy.

Officer Butler made a few note sin his notebook once more before speaking. "Miss Gibbs, would you say you're happy with your life?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice adopting a low, threatening quality to it.

Officer Butler pressed on, seeming not to notice her tone, "I've taken the liberty of looking into your files, Miss Gibbs. You're an emancipated minor. In the past two years, you've moved to five different states. About four months ago, you risked your life for someone you didn't even know. It's ok to admit it, you know. There's nothing to be ashamed of…we can get you some help."

"Admit what?" Carlos questioned, clueless as usual.

The cop ignored him, his eyes keen on Leigh, "There are psychiatrists who can help you deal with your suicidal tendencies."

"What?" Kendall and James hollered simultaneously.

I glanced over at Leigh. She made no movement, with the exception of her face contorting into a scowl. "If that were really the case, why would I save myself?"

Officer Butler shrugged. "It's not unusual for people to get scared and chicken out."

I couldn't take it anymore. "This is preposterous!" I shouted. "You don't even know her, how can you make such claims?"

Officer Butler turned to look at me, amused. "Why, from you of course. And the rest of you boys."

James' glare at the officer sharpened. "We never said anything about her being suicidal."

"Maybe not directly," the officer agreed, "but you implied it." He took out his damn notebook again and began flipping back. "Let's see…one of you said she always wears black clothes and black makeup."

Carlos shifted in his seat.

"Two of you alluded to the fact she always gets defensive and belligerent when you ask her personal questions."

Both Kendall and James looked down at their hands, guilt clearly written on their faces.

"And then one of you said she was 'intense' and 'complicated.' Your words, not mine."

"That doesn't mean she's suicidal!" I fired back.

Officer Butler was about to respond, when Leigh interrupted.

"I am not suicidal."

Officer Butler chuckled, his patience with us obviously wearing thin. "Well then, what do you suggest happened, Miss Leigh? A homicide?"

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't even considered that. Was it possible? Did someone try to kill Leigh?

Leigh wavered momentarily, but then explained, "I haven't had my car serviced for a while. Maybe the brakes were worn out."

"It's possible," the officer conceded, "As we speak, there are people retrieving your car from the water. We'll have someone take a look."

"Then I guess you're done here," she supplied, her voice icy.

Officer Butler seemed taken aback by her statement. Not that I blamed him. I know he just accused her of being suicidal, but still…couldn't that sort of talk be considered assaulting an officer?

I guess not, because the cop recovered from his shock and said, "We'll contact you when we've found something."

"That would be lovely."

Seeing that Leigh was done talking to him, Officer Butler said a gruff goodbye before bolting out the door. Even the mighty LAPD felt intimidated by Leigh. Had this been any other time, I probably would've laughed at the notion.

When the door closed, Mama Knight and Katie came back into the kitchen hesitantly. As soon as the officer began to question Leigh, Mama Knight took Katie out of the room. Smart move, Mama Knight. I guess Mama Knight could tell by our expressions that something bad happened because she asked brightly, "Now, who wants breakfast?" She then began to hum merrily as she started up the frying pan. Clearly, she wanted to drop the subject at hand, like all moms do when things get awkward.

We all sat in silence. No matter how hard I tried, the events of this morning kept popping up in my brain. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, I peeked over at Leigh. Her pristine green eyes had a stormy grey quality to them as she stared ahead of her.

At that moment, I wished I were a mind reader. I wanted to know what was going through that head of hers. Had I known what she was thinking, maybe things wouldn't have ended as disastrously as they did.

A/N: I hope this chapter wasn't a let down…I know there wasn't as much action as the last chapter. I do want to say that I know nothing about the signs of suicidal. This is somewhat based off of my personality (I have people from time to time ask me if I'm suicidal...which I'm not.). So, if the "signs" Officer Butler lists are wrong...well, we'll just say he's an idiot, because he totally is! If this chapter didn't do anything for you, I can promise the next chapter will have a lot of twists and turns in it. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, I'm going to be out of town until tomorrow night. If I don't update tomorrow, then expect an update on Monday! Review if you'd like! Thanks again for reading! You guys are awesome.