The Sentence for a "Good Girl" (part 1)
Hanna hires the best lawyer in the area, Spencer Hastings to represent Emily. Later, Em goes to court and is given her sentence time.
"Wakey, wakey Fields, you have court today."
Em groaned and rolled over…well she tried, but there was nothing left to roll onto so she surely woke up all the way when the side of her body met the cold cement floor.
"Ugh, shit." Em cracked open an eye, remembering where she was.
"Damn, you alright?"
Em sat up slowly and looked up at Josh, or Officer Reyes, who was trying quiet clumsily to find the right key to unlock the "door" aka set of bars with a lock.
Em shook her head, "what do you think?"
He laughed and shook his head, "I think you just fell and I should've laughed but I didn't."
Em smiled slightly, "yeah, I guess you didn't. Thanks Josh."
"Uh, hey about that."
"About what?"
"You calling me Joshua-Josh, you uh, you can't call me that around here."
"Around here? Well 'here' is pretty much where I'm going to be for a while so…"
"Uh, right, so I mean, some asshole told the chief we were on a first name basis last night, and the chief pulled me aside to make sure nothing fishy was going on."
"Well I don't always like fish, but if your chief was talking about the bathroom here? Then yes, I'd say it's very fishy."
Josh laughed quietly and shook his head, "Emily-uh, Fields, you know what I mean."
"Yeah I guess, but why? It's not like we'll be around to braid each other's hair and watch Netflix in here."
"True, true, plus my hair hasn't grown to braiding length yet."
Em looked at Josh's fresh buzz cut and nodded, allowing herself to laugh.
"No but really, this is a weird ass 'friendship' if you want to call it that, but I am one of the guards at the correctional facility, so if this," and he pointed between them, "keeps on keeping on, then I can be moved to another unit and I'm not too keen on transfers."
"Wait, you're a guard at the correctional facility? Then what the hell are you doing here?"
"Yes, I am. I'm not a pencil pusher. I don't sit behind desks and fill out paperwork and make coffee runs. Those days are over, I'm actually doing something I like."
"Oh? And what's that, peruse though the fine selection of female convicts in orange?"
Josh shook his head, "No Fields, I don't do that, plus I don't really like the color orange on my women."
"Sure, you're a guy, guys don't care."
"I'm not just any guy."
"I'll say."
"Look, I'm a guard there, but once a week, I get to kind of have my own art class, I can kind of teach some of you guys the basic skills that a kindergarten finger painter could master."
"Really? They allow that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, really."
"Oh."
"Yeah, and to answer your other question, I got sent here because Rosewood PD was short staff and I got sent to drive the van here and wait until you guys were sentenced to drive you up there."
"You guys?"
"Uh yeah, we have some other women getting transferred from a few cities in the surrounding area. You all have your court dates today."
Emily sighed, for a moment she thought that somehow Hanna was getting thrown in her too. Em was okay with doing this, she just didn't want to see Hanna on this side of the bars.
"So, what's the plan today?"
"Well, Hanna Marin is listed as your only contact. So she can pick you up and take you to your home. But another officer as well as myself will be accompanying you. There you can get dressed appropriate for court, maybe eat something and then your sentencing, or trial, whichever you prefer is at 3. And from there, the judge is going to give you what they think will compensate for the crime you committed."
"And my lawyer?"
"Ah yes, it seems like you alone could not afford one, and the state was going to award you one but it seems like Hanna Marin has found you one. While you're at home, you will also be meeting with your lawyer, it should be brief since you didn't do anything that major."
"Dammit Hanna, she shouldn't have."
"Aha yeah, damn her, hiring a lawyer instead of letting you get the crap one you would've gotten had she not found one."
Emily squinted her eyes, "you're not exactly standing behind your badge right now are you?"
"Oh I still am, but I know for sure that the 'free lawyers' aren't nearly as good as the ones that you pay. Besides, I'm sure you didn't do anything that bad where you'll need your lawyer for long period of time."
"I didn't." Emily whispered louder than she meant to, and Reyes looked down at her and crossed his arms.
"What did you do anyways?"
Emily swallowed; she would have to say this later today so she might as well practice making it believable, "I tried to steal a necklace from a jeweler."
"Really?"
"Yes really. What did you think I did? Streak the streets, graffiti a building, maybe I was involved with a hit and run,"
"Nothing, it's just, you didn't seem so sure."
"Yeah well, it's the first time I've committed a felony, sorry if I'm not in the bragging stage yet."
"That's not what I meant, I was just saying that-"
"Emily! Oh god, thank god you're okay." Hanna came barging in through the 'door' past Officer Reyes and right to Em.
"Hanna, okay, you're squeezing the air from my lungs."
Hanna released the vice that was her arms from around Emily and stood from her squatting position, "oh right, sorry Em, I was just worried. I came as soon as I could. God, it smells awful in here, and oh look at your hair. C'mon let's go."
"Hanna I can't just walk outta here, can I Jo- Officer Reyes?"
Reyes, cleared his throat, "Uh yeah Fields, you and Ms. Marin must be escorted. I'll go and get Officer Cavanaugh. Uh you two can wait in the holding room next door."
Reyes left and another officer, old enough to be one of the girls' grandfather escorted them to a holding room and left, the door behind him shutting with a click.
"What was that about?" Hanna asked, referring to the brief interaction between Em and Jo-Officer Reyes.
"Nothing. That's Officer Reyes. He was in here last night. He was surprisingly nice."
Hanna raised her eyebrow, "huh, Reyes. Latino. Mmm he's kinda caliente, isn't he Em?"
"Um, I wouldn't know, I'm not into men."
"No shit, but c'mon, admit he's not bad on the eyes."
"Well you put it like that, I guess you're right."
"Damn right, I'm right. That's a macho man in a uniform, what's not to like?"
"You want an answer, how about his 'baton.'" Em air quoted baton and Hanna burst into laughter at Emily's innuendo.
"Look, prison is changing you already."
"Shut up Hanna." Em played punched Hanna's arm and Hanna shied away.
"Please don't work out too much in there, you're already super strong, and don't get any tattoos, and oh for the love of god," Hanna looked around and then leaned in towards Em's ear, "don't drop the soap."
"Hanna freakin Marin! You. Are. Not. Helping."
Both girls started laughing until they stopped to catch their breath, their sides cramping slightly.
"Em?"
Em was still coming down from the laughter, "yeah Han?"
Hanna's eyes lost a little bit of twinkle, "I just want to say, that you can drop this you know? Before we go to court or even when we get there, you can admit that it wasn't-"
"Shhh, not here Hanna. They could have wires in this room." Em had her finger on Hanna's lips, but Hanna pulled Em's hand away.
"Okay, but you know that I wouldn't be mad at you, you have every right to come clean. If you're too afraid, I can testify and-"
"Hanna, shut up please, I made my mind up. But you can try to convince me later, back at home okay?"
"Okay, and just so you know we hired you the best lawyer I could find in the area. Spencer Hastings. Her whole family is a bunch of lawyers and they've never lost a case, so you shouldn't get too much time in there."
"Hanna you shouldn't have done that, the prosecutor isn't going to find anything to build a greater case against me.
"Yeah, well I was talking to Caleb and he's worried that somehow I'll be pulled in for questioning."
"Why would you worry about that?"
"Well, I heard from up front that the Rosewood PD are looking for the tape from the jeweler's, plus how suspicious will that be when I'm in that court room and they have a girl with a squeaky clean record getting thrown in jail for something her best friend has a long history with doing."
"Hanna, it's going to be okay, but what do you mean, they're looking for the tape from the jeweler's? There's a tape?"
"Apparently there was supposed to be one, but the tape for that day is missing."
Emily had her signature worry face on, "Hanna, you didn't-?"
"No, I swear, I didn't. that's why I'm nervous, what if it randomly pops up somewhere? It'll have me stealing that necklace and you lying about it. You'll be an accessory to theft or you were obstructing justice and I be thrown in for life."
"Hanna, calm down, that's not going to happen okay. Please can we stop talking about this and enjoy the last few hours we'll have with each other?"
Hanna took a deep breath, nodded and hugged Emily, this time making sure she could breathe just fine.
Reyes walked in as they pulled apart. "Alright. Fields, Ms. Marin, time to go."
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