Arianthe was sitting in the interrogation room at the police station. Various people had been questioning her for over an hour, still not believing her adamant response that she wasn't guilty. The interrogators were beginning to be quite frustrated, as was Arianthe herself, though she hid it as well as her business tycoon father had taught her.

"For the last time, I was on a date after my lecture last night," she said. That was all she had told them. She knew she shouldn't have said anything. She'd learned that as well. Well that and 'I want my lawyer'.

"Can anyone confirm that?" She almost rolled her eyes, no she had been on a date with herself.

"The guy I was with and my roommate Isabelle. She was the one who set up the date. As well as anyone who was at the lecture can tell you I was there and most likely inform you of my exit. The hall should have a copy of the attendees."

"Where were you on said date?"

"I saw a film at the theater, an original Russian masterpiece, not that you would understand."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"Anyone can confirm that. It was a public theater, there are ticket stubs in my purse at my house, which I could have shown you had you not so rudely dragged me from my home. The man I was with, Isabelle, the people in the theatre… we were the only two who could quote the film and many people asked us about it later."

"So what were their names?"

"I don't know? Ask the theater, it is not my habit to know the name of random strangers."

"Ma'am, do you realize you could be extradited for this? You may want to reconsider that answer."

"Pray tell, where would you send me?"

"You have multiple citizenships?"

"You really should look into the background of the innocent people you drag into here. Yes, I do."

"Where do you have citizenships? We need all the information, Miss Kim."

"No, you can figure it out yourself. I am done with your idiotic questions. Get me my lawyer."

"You need to answer my questions!"

"No, I really don't. I need my lawyer."

Spencer Reid and his boss Aaron Hotchner walked into the room. To meet the police who had called them on a spree of killings. The man walked up and showed them to a room where they might set up there things. He also gave them coffee, which they appreciated. The man informed them that they had two women in custody. Hotchner and Reid decided to speak to one of them. They were lead to the interrogation room, which, as was quite common, smelled of smoke and booze of the trash that was normally hauled in.

"Tell me again where you were after the lecture last night!" The cop said. Arianthe sighed and leaned back. She was done with the imbeciles. Arianthe heard the door open and looked up to see the look of shock on Spencer's face.

"Oh heavens. This is the guy. Ask him, we were at the cinema."

The detective gasped slightly and looked up at the agent, greatly embarrassed. "Dr. Reid, is this true?"

"Yes, yes it is." Spencer looked like his mind was working in overdrive. He looked at Aria and stared blankly, she couldn't be a criminal could she?

"Spencer, you're in the FBI?" Arianthe broke the silence that followed Spencer's answer. There was surprise in her tone. She would have thought someone with such a brain would be doing great things in academia.

"You're a criminal?" he said, he felt as if someone had stepped on his heart. He finally managed to ask a girl out and the very next day she was accused of murder.

"No, I am not. The murder took place while we were at the cinema last night, Spence!"

"Dr. Reid, what time were you with Miss Kim last night?"

"Its Doctor Kim." She said fed up with the lack of respect.

"Well, I attended her lecture last night from 7:00 to 9:42 and then we went to the Russian film. That finished at 3:18. Then I drove her back to her apartment and left there at 3:47."

"Did Miss Kim leave at any point during the movie?"

"No she did not."

The cop sighed. "Mr. Reid I'm going to need you to stay here and answer some more questions for me. Please escort Miss Kim to a holding cell."

"Its DOCTOR Kim." Both Arianthe and Spencer half yelled.

Isabelle was meanwhile being asked most of the same questions. She wasn't worried because she hadn't done anything but she had no idea how she was going to pay a lawyer. When Derek walked in she looked up, startled.

"Officer, I was with him last night until around 3:30."

"Agent Morgan?"

"Well yeah, we were hanging out at a coffee house and then went to a club… I took her home after that but I really can't remember specifics…"

"Yeah you took me back to my apartment and we saw Spencer kissing Aria, remember?"

"Yeah, that I couldn't forget. I never thought the boy genius would get any lip action."

"So you wouldn't mind taking a polygraph examination about all of this?" The officer narrowed his eyes at the FBI agent. Morgan felt anger for a brief moment, how dare the man challenge him.

"Not at all officer," Morgan smiled at Isabelle. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna get you out of here soon." With a wink, he exited the room. He really wanted to punch the cop but he forced himself not to consider it, that would not help him one bit.

An officer took Isabelle down the hall and put her into a holding cell with a very pissed off looking Arianthe. Isabelle had to resist the urge to slink away from the murderous gaze of Arianthe. She was pretty sure that this precinct was going to have a massive lawsuit coming.

"Don't tell me Spencer is here too?" Isabelle questioned.

"Yup, and all I can say is if my lawyer hasn't been notified and doesn't get here soon they are going to have one massive lawsuit on their hands." Isabelle could see the wheels of mischief turning in Arianthe's head. She almost said a small prayer for the poor people on the other end of it, then realized she was too pissed at being thrown in jail to bother.

Arianthe had blatantly refused anymore questions and Isabelle had followed suit. Spencer was sitting in the lounge and Derek was being polygraphed. Spence wondered why he wasn't being polygraphed. He sat in a chair with a book of the script from the movie last night in his hands. He was trying to ignore the confusion that he felt. He wasn't sure he would know what to do if Arianthe was one of the psychos he spent his life chasing, surely he would have noticed. Besides she couldn't have killed someone and been beside him at the movie, right? He was only a few pages in when Prentiss came into the room. He didn't bother to look up at her. He knew the sound of her tread.

"Is it true?" she asked. He looked up at her in confusion.

"Is what true?" he asked. What had he said that would be questioned?

"That you were on a date?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, minorly confused as to why she was questioning him. "Why do you ask?"

"Really Spence?"

"Is it that hard to believe?" he asked his eyebrows knitting together in slight agitation. Before either of them could speak a commotion broke out in the main room.

Spencer went to see what it was and Prentiss followed him. There was a large group of men in suits in the room. Spencer figured that they were some sort of important lawyer type people that is what they normally were. Prentiss looked t the group of suits, the tall one with the blonde pony tail in particular. She felt all the blood drain from her face.

Chapter Two! reviews will be very much appreciated. Enjoyy!