Authors Notes: Ah, we're onto Jus In Bello now!
I can't believe how far I've gotten for this fic o.o
I didn't think I'd actually get this far, but I'm keeping up with it! Also, I hope you guys like how I do this episode with the girls! =)
Gabrielle reached her foot up, then with all her force kicked the door in front of her open. Liz looked over at her sister, "Nice one." She complimented, before pulling her gun out of her pants and following Sam and Dean into the apartment room. Sam and Dean headed for the bedroom, while Liz and Gabrielle took the living room and kitchen, rampaging through it. What they was looking for was the Colt, yes, they tracked down Bela...although, that's what they hoped and she didn't catch a wiff of them coming, yet.
Liz opened the closet door in the living room, moving clothing around and then looking up at the shelf, pulling out some shoe boxes and going through them to try and find the Colt. Gabrielle ran into the living room, "Find it?" Gabrielle asked, seeing Liz go through the closet.
Liz shook her head, turning around to face Gabrielle, "Nope, nadda." She replied, Gabrielle groaned and put back her head, looking up. Liz held up a pair of black high heels, "She has some nice shoes though, think I might take a few." She gave her sister a grin, before looking back at the shoes to see if they were her shoe size.
Gabrielle just gave her sister one of her many 'are you serious?' faces, quite close to one of Sam's many bitch faces, "Liz, we're looking for the Colt, not for you to find some shoes!"
Liz just mocked her sister, before she threw the shoes in the box back in the closet and turning around to head over towards the bedroom. Gabrielle and her both stopped, hearing the phone ring as they entered the bedroom to where Sam and Dean were, the boys looked over to the girls, before Dean walked over to where the phone laid on the bed. Liz and Gabrielle both crossed their arms, watching as Dean hesitantly answered the phone, looking over at the girls and Sam, who all shrugged, but then he put his attention back to the phone as it continued to ring, picking it up to answer. He held the phone a bit away from his ear, "Dean?"
Liz breathed in as she heard Bela's voice from the phone, then she slightly growled. Her stomach even tensed up a bit, she figured the baby didn't like the sound of Bela's voice either, "Sweetie, are you there?" Bela asked, her voice was very clear through the phone.
Dean put the phone up closer to his ear, "Where are you?"
"Two states away by now."
"Where?" Dean asked, his voice telling her that he wasn't playing games no more. Although, he knew himself that Bela wouldn't completely tell him where she was since she knew they were after her. Her head was practically wanted on a stick by them.
"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it."
"I want it back, Bela… now."
"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry, I can't at the moment."
Gabrielle bit her lip, while she listened to Bela and Dean's conversation on the phone, "You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?"
"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"
"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder."
"You know nothing about me."
"I know I'm gonna stop you."
"Tough words for a guy who can't even find me."
"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down." Dean replied, his voice ruff and raw.
"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied." Dean shifted his eyes over to Sam, then at the girls, who both seemed confused, "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"
The girls jumped to different sides as the door slammed opened and a few police officers entered the room, "Hands in the air!" The one officer yelled, Liz groaned and rolled her eyes as she held her hands up in the air.
"Down on your knees!" The other officer yelled, his gun pointed at Sam, then forcing him down onto the ground. Gabrielle just turned around and let one of the other officers cuff her, showing she wasn't any harm. The other one took Dean, forcing him onto the ground.
One of the others tried to force Liz onto the ground, although she fidgeted her arms a little bit, "Keep your hands off of me!" She spat, of course, she had to be the one to not want to listen and fight back, which had to get two officers to pin her down because she was strong. Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her sister trying to fight back with the officers.
Although, it wasn't long until Liz was on the floor with the others, Dean gave her a hard stare, "Behave." He ordered her, not wanting her to do anything to cause any harm to the baby. Liz just huffed, rolling her eyes at him.
"Sam and Dean Winchester, Elizabeth and Gabrielle Corvelle, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning." One of the officers spoke, as the four heard someone walking into the room and they looked up, seeing Agent Victor Henriksen,
"Shit." Liz muttered, going back to the floor as she saw Henriksen walk in, not only have Sam and Dean had a run in with him before...but, so did she.
"If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."
Henriksen crossed his arms behind his back, smiling a victory smile and looked over at Liz hearing her mutter, "Nice to see you again, too, Elizabeth." Liz just snorted back at him, then Henriksen chuckled, "Hi guys, it's been a while." He commented, this time towards Sam and Dean. Dean just closed his eyes and laid his head down on the floor. This was not going to be fun, at all.
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The four sat in the back of the police van, Gabrielle and Liz across from Sam and Dean, all had their hands and feet handcuffed together. Liz huffed, "Well, this is totally how I wanted to spend my weekend." She commented, now that she was pissed off, her sarcastic and firery side was now out. Ten times as worse now that she was pregnant. Not much for Gabrielle, Dean, and Sam's liking, that was.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her sister, "Liz, just shut up." She was slightly irritated by her sister, who had tried to fight the cops and wouldn't stop making sarcastic comments.
Liz turned quickly to look at her sister next to her and death glared her, "What I want to know is how you two know Henriksen." Dean asked, remembering how Henriksen had said to Liz that it was nice to see her again, too, after she had muttered shit when she saw him walk in.
Liz huffed, turning her head away from Gabrielle to look over at Sam and Dean, "We've run into him a couple times, alright? That's it." She replied, although it was in her 'who the hell even cares?' voice tone.
They turned their attention to the doors as they opened and two of the police officers got in the back with them, although when the one took Liz's arm to pull her out she got a little fiesty again, "Hey, watch it, bud!" She snapped at him, pulling her arm away but her elbow went back and hit Gabrielle in the face who was moving to get out.
"Liz!" Gabrielle yelled, Liz although just snickered at the fact that she had accidentally hit her sister, "You calm yourself down, dammit!" Gabrielle practically screamed, knowing that what Liz was doing right now wasn't any good for the baby.
Liz rolled her eyes, before the officer took a hold of her arm again and forced her out of the van. Gabrielle followed, since she was chained up to Liz's feet, "You know, it's quite unsanitary locking me up." Liz spoke towards the officer as he walked her inside of the jail, "I mean, I'm pregnant after all, how's it gonna look when people find out you locked a pregnant woman in a jail cell?" She asked him.
Dean rolled his eyes, him and Sam were in front of the girls, he loved Liz to death, but right now she was getting really irritable, "Lizzie, I don't think he really cares." Dean spoke up, Liz looked over at him and even though he couldn't see her since he was in front of her, he could feel her cold dark stare from behind.
The officers led the four into the jail, their chains that had them chained up to the other rattled as they dragged across the floor. They stopped to take a look at the deputy, sheriff, Henriksen, and the secretary, Nancy. Dean gave them a cocky smile, "Why all the sourpusses?" He asked, seeing their stares towards them.
"I'll show you to the cells." One of the officers, Reidy, spoke as he reached over and grabbed Dean's arm.
"Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise!" He interjected as the officer grabbed his arm, he looked over to Nancy, who followed the four as they walked to the cells, her eyes were watchful and scared as she watched them, "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy." Dean assured her, as the officer took them to the back in the lockups and locking the four up in the small jail cell. The girls stood over by the wall, while Dean walked over to the bed and Sam over to jail cell's bars, but the chains stopped them from going farther from each other and making them almost trip.
"Dean, come on!" Sam yelled, turning around towards Dean.
Liz huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall, "Idiots."
Dean looked over at Liz, who gave him a smile and he just rolled his eyes at her and looked over at Sam, "Sit?" He offered, Sam nodded and they awkwardly walked over towards the bed to sit down, the girls both slouched down to sit on the floor, "How we gonna Houdini out of this one?"
"Good question." Sam replied, knowing that this was going to be quite difficult.
Gabrielle put her head back, hitting it against the wall, "Well, this is just fantastic!"
Liz shrugged, "Eh, we've been in worse situations than this. I'm sure we can get ourselves out of this one somehow." Or at least, that's what she hoped and thought.
"Lizzie, are you feeling alright over there?" Dean decided he'd ask, a little worried on her condition since he didn't know how much this could stress her out.
Liz rolled her eyes, "Dean, the baby and I are fine, alright?"
Dean held his hands up in defense, "Just thought I'd ask." He couldn't help it that he was just a little worried over them. After all, in their current situation and Liz acting the way she was with her over fiery pistol side, probably causing some stress towards the baby, he had to worry.
Liz leaned her head back against the wall, "Although, I'd really kill for a burger or at least something to eat." She groaned, she felt like she hadn't ate in days.
xxxxxx
Henriksen stood in the office of the jail, loosening his bullet proof vest, as he took a hold of the phone and held it up to his ear as he dialed a number, probably more than likely to FBI, "It's me, Steven in?" He asked, pausing as he listened to the other person on the line telling him that Steven was in a meeting, "Well get him out of the meeting." He ordered, looking over to the Sheriff, Melvin, who was watching him.
"Groves." Henriksen heard Steven's voice from the other line answer.
"I've got them." Henriksen replied, feeling all kinds of victorious.
Steven who was in his office had Henriksen on speaker and he huffed, "Well, I'll be damned." He replied, as he opened a case file on the Winchesters, "I was betting on your headstone reading "Couldn't catch the Winchester boys."."
"I didn't just catch them; the Corvelle sisters also."
Steven's eyes widened, hearing the Corvelle name. He shook his head, "Wait-wait, I thought Elizabeth Corvelle died in a car crash? We put that case to rest years ago, her sister Gabrielle didn't have much on her."
"Elizabeth's body was never recovered from the crash, they buried a empty casket with only her clothes found at the crash, remember?" Henriksen reminded, Steven nodded, remembering when he got the call about five years ago that Elizabeth Corvelle's car had been wrecked in a river not far from where she lived in Sioux, they believed her body had been washed away or eaten by some wild animal since they never recovered it, "And get this, she's pregnant, with Dean Winchester's child."
"You've got to be joking."
"Nope. She pretty much made that one clear, wouldn't shut up about her being pregnant and complaining on how unsanitary we're being towards her."
Steven huffed, couldn't believe a word that Henrikson was telling him. Not only had he found out that Elizabeth Corvelle was alive and she had faked her death, but she and her sister had lately been hanging around with his most wanter criminals, the Winchesters, and Elizabeth was pregnant with Dean's child. It was almost like Bonnie and Clyde all over again, "Well, that's something that doesn't happen everyday."
"You're telling me. By the way, they'll be at Supermax by morning."
"How?"
"Armored bus, loaded with men."
"A bus? What, are you trying to give me another ulcer?"
"Look, we're taking every precaution."
"Like the last time? And the time before that? Screw that, I'm sending a chopper."
"Whatever you think is best."
"Damn right, and I'll be on it. I can't take you losing those boys again, nor the Corvelle sisters. So Victor..."
"Yeah?"
"Glue your eyeballs to them till I get there."
xxxxxx
In the cell, the four were growing bored, and when Liz got bored...she sang. Much to everyone else's dismay. Liz tapped her knees with her hands to the beginning beat of Jailhouse Rock, "Bum, bum, bum bum." Dean lifted his head up, hearing Liz begin the start beat of Jailhouse Rock. He rolled his eyes and groaned, he was not in the mood for Liz trying to make humor by singing Jailhouse Rock. He knew how she had a fetish for Elvis Presley and his movies, but this was not the time. Liz took a deep breath, about to sing, "The warden threw a party in the county jail-"
"Lizzie!" Dean yelled, stopping her before she could continue on. Liz stopped singing, crossing her arms and huffed in a pout, "Look, I know you have a fetish and thing for Elvis Presley movies, but we're not in a Elvis movie and you're not Elvis."
Liz mocked Dean, then snorted, "I do not have a fetish for Elvis Presley movies!"
"Oh, come on! You could quote every line from Blue Hawaii, god knows how many times you've made me watch that." Dean scoffed, not wanting to admit though that he did like that movie.
Sam and Gabrielle just both sighed, although, they even knew Dean was right. Ever since Liz was little she had a fetish for Elvis Presley, Gabrielle never understood why, "I'm sorry, I thought I could lighten up the mood." Liz apologized, although it sounded more sarcastic.
"No, you just thought this was the time to make a joke and sing some Elvis. You've done it every other time we were locked in a jail cell." Gabrielle commented, this wasn't the first time Liz had broke out into singing an Elvis song while they were locked up.
"Exactly how many times have you girls been locked up?" Sam decided her would ask, a little curious.
Gabrielle shrugged, "I lost count at twenty, but most of the time we got caught because of Liz."
Liz turned her head quickly to look at her sister, squinting her eyebrows in a glare, "They were not all my fault!" She spat back in retort.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes, "Liz, why do you think the FBI is more after you than they are for me? I mean, they could've caught me years ago easily, but they didn't. Hell, they knew about me when I was in Stanford and they didn't even bother to barge into my dorm."
"She's right." The four raised brows, then turned their attentions to outside of the cell where Henriksen now stood, "We're mostly after you, Elizabeth, not your sister." Liz snorted, turning away from any eye contact with Henriksen, "I knew you weren't dead, I mean, you did make it a little suspicious after you had your car crash into that river and no body was ever found, but then...then some girl named Bethany Singer, who somehow looked remotely like you suddenly shows up at Bobby Singer's place and starts hanging around Sioux, until she moves to Tulsa to live with her new husband. Come on, you really thought you could pull one on me?"
Liz rolled her eyes, then turned to look over at Henriksen and gave him a cocky smile, "I got my case to be closed, didn't I?"
Henriksen crossed his arms, "What gets me is the fact that after five years of nothing, you suddenly decided to kill your husband, Mark, and then retrieve your sister and team up with the Winchesters here. So, the question is, why?"
Liz squinted her eyebrows down and growled, standing straight up, "I did not kill him!" She yelled, walking over towards the bars of the cell and grabbing them, staring down Henriksen with a hard stare, twitching her lip, "I would've never killed him, I loved him, I tried to save him." She said, as she gritted her teeth together.
"Woah, Lizzie!" Dean yelled, as he got up from the bed he sat on. Sam had to get up as well, since they were still chained to each other's feet and Dean walked over, wrapping his arms around Liz's waist and pulling her back, although, Liz continued to breath heavy since Henriksen had made her crack and she was already pissed enough as it was over Bela putting them in the situation. Gabrielle still sat on the floor, her leg just swished back and forth every time Liz moved somewhere; she didn't feel like getting up.
Henriksen although chuckled, he seemed to find humor out of this. Dean looked over at him and glared, while he hugged Liz who buried her head in his chest, now that she reminded of Mark, normally she wouldn't be that emotional, but being pregnant her emotions were put up a notch, "You think this is funny?" Dean asked him, a slight bit of anger out of his voice.
"I think it's hilarious." Henriksen replied, Sam looked up to Henriksen and glared, "Look at this, you guys are like the modern day Bonnie and Clyde, doubled with Sam and Gabrielle."
Dean huffed, nodding his head, "Yeah, well, I got a question for you."
"And what is that?"
"You ready to lose us again?" Dean gave him a grin.
"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me… probably unconstitutional." Liz sniffled, bringing her head back up from Dean's chest and looking over at Henriksen with a glare, "How's that for ready?"
"You do realize that I'm pregnant, right? The jury isn't probably gonna make me guilty easily, they'll feel sympathy." Liz replied, Dean still had his arms around her.
"After what they hear about you, I don't think so."
Dean squinted his eyebrows, "What about the baby?"
"After she has it it'll go into foster care, at best, records will be sealed and locked, it'll never find out about it's real parents."
Dean let go of Liz, walking up towards the jail cell bars that kept in between him and Henriksen, "You mean to tell me that you're still gonna keep her locked up in a jail cell while she's pregnant?"
Henriksen shrugged, giving Dean a smile, "Why not? I'm doing it now, aren't I?"
"You son of a bitch." Dean said, as he shook his head.
"You guys better take good looks at each other because you'll never see the other again." Dean breathed in, taking in what Henriksen had told him, then he turned around to look at Liz who just bowed her head down and wrapped her hands around her stomach, while Sam put his hand on her shoulder. Gabrielle turned to look up at Henriksen giving him a cold stare. Dean then turned back to look at Henriksen, "Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it."
"You gut the wrong guys."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all, that's reality." Liz looked up, glaring now at Henriksen, Sam doing so as well seeing him talk like that about John. Gabrielle even stood up now, turning to look at Henriksen.
"Why don't you just shut your mouth?" Dean ordered him, hearing Henriksen talk that way about John.
"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer." Liz squinted her eyebrows, while they all looked up hearing the sounds of a helicopter above approaching, "And now I have four less to worry about." Henrisken then brought up his hand to look at his watch, tapping it with his finger and he smiled, "It's surf and turf time." He said, as he looked over to the four and laughed before leaving.
Dean turned around to the other three, Liz shook her head, her lip slightly twitching, "I'm gonna kill him, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna kill him and Bela." She said, as she bawled up both of her fists. Dean sighed, looking over at Sam who just brought his cheek in to bite, not knowing what to do now.
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Henriksen walked out of the holding cell area, leaving the four alone again in their cells, meeting up with Agent Steven Grooves, "Steven!" Henriksen greeted, holding out his hand to shake Steven's.
"Gentleman." Steven replied, acknowledging the hand shake from Henriksen and handing over a thing of files over to Henriksen instead, walking past him and looking over to the sign that pointed towards the cell area.
Henriksen looked at the files and then turned to Steven confused, "What's all this?"
Steven turned around to face Henriksen, "What can I say? The FBI didn't invent bureaucracy. We perfected it."
"You want me to do all this now?" Henriksen asked, thinking that Steven would have made him do it later, but apparently not.
Steven gave Henriksen a smile, "Sorry. Now, Victor." Henriksen just looked back at the files, flipping through one, "I'm gonna go take a good long gander at our fugitives." Steven replied, before turning and leaving Henriksen to fill out the paper work and heading towards the cell area where the four were being locked up.
The four heard Steven's footsteps coming close and hearing the door shut, they looked up, although now they were switched. Dean and Sam on the floor next to the bed, Liz and Gabrielle on the bed. Gabrielle closer to the wall, Liz to the edge, Dean sat next to her on the floor, both their hands intertwined on her knee. Although, letting go of her hand and standing up once hearing the door shut and Steven walk up, "Sam and Dean Winchester, Elizabeth and Gabrielle Corvelle. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."
"Well, glad one of us feels that way." Dean replied, jokingly.
"By the way," Liz spoke, as she stood up, crossing her arms, "It's Liz, not Elizabeth."
Steven lifted his eyes in a roll, "Yeah, try to remember that." Liz gave him a half quick smile, Steven then looked back over at the two, before pulling his gun out of his pocket, shooting Dean in the shoulder, making him fall back.
"Dean!" Liz yelled, running up to him to stand him up.
"Get down!" Dean yelled, falling back onto the bed, Sam and Gabrielle scrambled onto their feet. Sam took a hold of Steven's hand, but he still continued to shoot. Liz went to knell down, but then she felt a pain from her hip area and she screamed, falling to the ground, coping her hands on the wound, "Lizzie! No!" Gabrielle, hearing her sister scream out in pain and Dean yelling out her name, turned to see Dean had moved from the bed towards Liz's back side, not even caring about his shoulder wound anymore. Gabrielle could hear Sam exercising in Latin behind her, but her eyes focused on Liz as she turned on her back, lifting her hands to show a bloodstain on her shirt in her lower right hip area.
Dean and Liz both looked up, hearing Steven yell and seeing black smoke rise from his mouth before falling to the floor. Sam took the gun, then turned around to see Liz laying on Dean's lap, his eyes on her wound, "What the hell?!" Sam and Gabrielle both heard the officers run in after hearing all of the commotion, they noticed Sam holding the gun now, "Put the gun down!" They noticed Steven's body on the floor, "He shot him!"
"I didn't shoot him. I didn't shoot anyone." Sam said, trying to reason, holding his hands up as the officers held their guns at him.
"He shot us!" Dean yelled from the floor, Liz was turned to her side now facing Dean.
"Get on your knees, now!" Henriksen ordered Sam and Gabrielle.
"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here." Sam said, as he knelled down towards the floor and put the gun through the bars and on the floor, "We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him."
The officer, Reidy, walked over towards Steven's body checking him over and finding out he had no blood, "Vic, there's no bullet wound." Reidy spoke, towards Henriksen.
"He's probably been dead for months." Dean spoke, although he looked back down at Liz, full of worry now seeing that the bullet had hit her hip area, not knowing if it hit any arteries or anything that could make her bleed to death, he was especially worried on how this affected the baby.
"We're trying to tell you, it may sound crazy, but, he was possessed. He tried to kill us." Gabrielle spoke, trying to get it through their heads, she turned her head back to her sister and Dean, also worried, then turned back to the men outside of the bars, "Now can you get some help for my sister? Please!"
"Yeah, right, he was possessed. That's it, fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now." Henriksen ordered, gun still pointed at the four.
"Are you kidding me?!" Gabrielle screamed, standing up, "She's pregnant!" She screamed at Henriksen, as she turned pointing towards Liz, then turning back to face Henriksen, "We need to get her medical attention now!"
"If the thing dies, it dies. Sorry." Henriksen replied, "Now get back down!" Gabrielle cold stared him down, before knelling down onto the ground again and holding her hands up. Sam glared over at Henriksen, shaking his head, he couldn't believe how cold Henriksen actually was towards them.
The officer, Reidy, pulled out his walkie talkie, pressing one of the buttons, "Bill? Bill, are you there?" He asked, although getting no answer and nothing but static. He looked up over to Henriksen, who gave him a nod to go check, but gun still pointed at the four.
Liz groaned, turning onto her back now while she laid on Dean's legs. Dean looked down at her, frowning, as he ran his hand through her hair, "Shhh." He cooed, Henriksen watched them, then Dean looked up, "Please. You can't be this cold, help her, and we'll even cooperate." He pleaded towards them.
Melvin softened up a little, seeing the pleading look in Dean's eyes, he looked over at Henriksen "Victor, maybe we shoul-"
"No." Henriksen replied, looking over at Melvin, "They're fugitives." He then looked back over at the four, "I'm sorry, but, no." Dean just squinted his eyes, glaring over at Henriksen, he had almost forgot about his own bullet wound in his shoulder. He felt it stinging, but his attention was more on Liz's health.
Henriksen's walkie talkie made some static sounds, "They're dead. I think they're all dead." Reidy's voice finally came out. Gabrielle and Sam turned to look at each other, before a blast of light came through the small window.
"What the hell was that?" Henriken asked, looking up, then pulling out his walkie talkie and pressing the button to talk, "Reidy? Reidy?!" He yelled into the walkie talkie, "What the hell was that? Come in? Reidy? Reidy?"
