"So Phoebe," Reeves said as she slid into the chair. They had pulled me out of my class and brought me down to their office. I still hadn't seen been able to see Rox or talk to anyone. "What exactly do you make of this?" Reeves slid a folder over to me and I opened it to find a picture from a surveillance camera. It was a picture of a longhaired girl wearing my hoodie and the same jeans I had on this morning. In the girls gloved hand she had a lead pipe and her face was covered by huge sunglasses.

It wasn't me, but it certainly looked a lot like me.

I turned through the pictures and the person slammed the pipe an unsuspecting Roxi. The girl then caught Roxi before letting her slide to the ground.

"Well this proves it's not me." I said coolly. Reeves glared.

"Oh, does it?" I grimaced as she sneered.

"Yes it does. You can see the back of Roxi's head started bleeding from that and it got on that person's jeans."

"What?" I handed her the picture, showing the frame where Roxi's head lolled back whipping against the jeans. Reeves' eyes widened and she glanced at the window. Tall dark and handsome ran out.

"And you just happened to notice."

"I only have one pair of jeans like that, because they're so expensive. I have a lot of cheep jeans, but only one like that. And see, mine have a rip right there." I pointed to back part of the thigh and she nodded.

"Yes, but you could easily add that whenever you wanted." I laughed.

"Actually, I can prove I've had it for longer. My floor mates have made a game of taking MY pictures because I've taken all of theirs. One of them got some good shots when I was unable to dodge."

"Dodge?"

"I'm very good at reading a situations, and a competitive game based on pictures other people can get of me makes my own competitive instinct kick in. I usually get to dodge the pictures, but if I'm talking to a professor I can't just cover my face or hide in trees." I snapped, "So I usually turn so the camera is to my back. There will be plenty of pictures to prove those jeans aren't mine." I said and leaned back in the chair, "Can I go see Roxi now?"

"You wont be seeing anyone until we can prove you didn't just make up your whole story. You say you were alone after 11:25?" she asked and I sighed.

"Yeah. Jake Finn can clarify that, and if not him my neighbors could probably tell you there was shouting in my room."

"Why wouldn't Jake want to prove you innocent?" she mocked.

"Probably because I threw a knife at his head and chewed him out."

"How convenient." She mumbled and I rolled my eyes.

"Are you still annoyed because I revealed your life to Don over there? I wouldn't have had to if you weren't such a jerk to me." I glared and she sighed.

"You're one to talk. Attacking your best friend and putting her in a light coma? Harsh." I went on the defensive instead of the offensive and crossed my arms.

"Why don't you question her date? He seems the more likely suspect." I glared and she laughed.

"With this surveillance?"

"Well, you never know. Why am I the only suspect?" I frowned and she glared.

"Trust me, the date was not the attacker. Right now it's not looking so good for you, though, Phoebe." She glowered and turned walking out of the room. I sighed and waited for the door to close before getting up and sliding out of the glass box. If they weren't going to let me go see Roxi, I would have to go see her myself.

I slid out of the door after waiting to make sure no one was paying attention to me and grabbed a container of coffees, dodging though a group of people as they watched me leave.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a deep burley voice asked and I laughed a little.

"Got off on the wrong floor. Have to take these to level three!" I called back and slid into the elevator. The voice didn't protest and I dropped the mugs off in the elevator, quickly ducking out and nearly running into a person.

"Woah, hey!" the guy called and I winced.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention and-" I looked up to find an attractive young man giving me a strange smile. He had thick curly hair and deep brown eyes. His nose was round and he looked Jewish and he also had comfy closed on instead of intimidating. His card said visitor and chalk on his fingers along with caluses. I beamed.

"You okay?" he asked and I nodded. He gave me a genuine smile and checked his watch. "Crap I'm late. Sorry!" he laughed and turned into the elevator. As the doors were closing he stared into my face and frowned.

"Wait aren't you . . ." the doors closed and I took the opportunity to run from the building glancing at the street and stretching my arms.

"Ah, what a good day to be free!" I smiled and walked down to the hospital. I've never seen anyone give that genuine of a smile before. I thought as I trotted down the sidewalk. And all I did was say I was fine after bumping into him. I smirked, feeling overjoyed at finding a truly kindhearted person and found the hospital basically pulling up to meet me. I grinned and walked in checking with the doctors which room Roxi was in and if she could see visitors.

Three floors later I was sitting next to her at her bed, holding her hand and grimacing. She looked fairly normal, except for the pale tone of her skin and the dark circle under her left eye, which was developing into a bruise. I rubbed her hand with my thumb and sighed when the nurse came in.

"Excuse me!" I asked and she looked up, smiling with a fake smile.

"Yes?" she asked tiredly.

"Sorry, but do you know the extent of her damage?"

"Yes, she'll hopefully be out of this coma by Wednesday next week, but it's still pretty early to tell. She's showing good signs of recovery though and shouldn't suffer any problems mentally or physically once she wakes up." The nurse assured and went to check the vital signs.

Suddenly the two FBI agents who brought me in to questioning burst through the door and stared at me, panting.

"What the hell?" Don asked and I smiled standing.

"Okay, now that I've seen Roxi I'll return to the headquarters with you." I smiled and held out my wrists, but neither of them made any move to cuff me.

"Why the hell did you leave?" Reeves asked and I rolled my eyes.

"I told you I wanted to see Roxi. If you weren't going to let me see her on your time then I had to make my own time." I snorted and Don had to repress his smile.

"Okay, well come on back to headquarters with us so we can finish questioning you."

"You mean you aren't done?" I groaned, "I've answered so many of your silly questions when you should be out there looking for the assailant!"

"Just a few more, I promise." He said and I groaned following them out of the hospital. What did I care about his promise? I just wanted to see my friend. Besides, I didn't trust the words of people.

They all lie.

"How should I know?" I snapped standing up from my chair. "How many questions do you think 'a few' is? I've counted twenty seven, and that's not including the 'do you want coffee?' questions!" I shouted and Don stood holding out a hand as if it would calm me down.

"Phoebe, please, we're just trying to get through this."

"I told you, all of Roxi's dating information was verbal. I doubt she kept a journal, especially since she never tried to cheat on anyone. She only had me make alibi's for those of her boyfriends who didn't want to move on!" I glared and Reeves sighed.

"Well, then you'll just have to make us a written account of all the boyfriends she's had that haven't wanted to move on."

"Why? The attacker was a girl!"

"Then those of them who broke up with their girlfriends!" snapped Reeves and I groaned.

"I'm not her keeper! I just help her out once in a while. The list will be incomplete."

"Then give us a list of who WOULD know!"

"GUYS!" Don boomed and I drew back, trying to appear tough. Reeves jumped and gaped at him. "Stop arguing now. Miss Weiland we'll have you out of here as soon as we can. Megan that is no way to talk to an interviewee if they're cooperating fully. I don't understand what you're deal is but this is not okay." I slumped back into my seat and crossed my arms.

"I'll make your list, just let me see Roxi again." I snorted and Don shook his head.

"Make the list, then you can see Roxi again." He frowned and slid a notepad to me. I looked up at him and smirked.

"Let me see the consultant." I said and he raised his eyebrows.

"What consultant?" he asked and I turned to look out the glass box.

"The one who I bumped into on my way out." I said and pretended to wave my fingers at someone. One of the guards, confused, waved back and Don glanced at Megan.

"Alright. You start working on that and we'll bring him in." Don said and Megan and him got up and left. The door swished closed and I scribbled something down on the notepad, constraining my giggle as I dodged out the door for a second time.

"Nice try." I muttered, "But we play things my way." I managed to dodge into the elevator and went down to the first floor.

"Well, we appear to be running into each other." Came a familiar soft voice. I turned to see the brown haired consultant in the elevator with me. He gave me the genuine smile again and I laughed.

"Yes, it does seem like that. Not late again, I hope." I smirked and he shook his head.

"No. That's over and done with. I'm heading back. I just got another case to work on. Apparently a girl got hit on the head and they want me to check if it's possible to track where some of the evidence could have been washed to."

"Oh? That's funny. I'm working on that case too. I'm not doing algorithms, though!" I chuckled and he smiled. The elevator doors opened and the elevator binged impatiently.

"Yeah. Kind of weird, I know. What are you working on?"

"Ah, well you see-" I smiled as the elevator doors started to close and I slipped out, pressing all the buttons I could and the man looked at me, confused. "I'm the prime suspect." I grinned and he raised his eyes in surprise, opening his mouth to say something but the door closed. I grinned and walked out through the front door.

Sorry Roxi, I thought, I can't come visit you this time.

This time, I had to find who was framing me.