Saruman cursed from where he sat. How dare Grima crawl back to him after his failed attempt to kill Théoden? There was no way he could leave his house now, with the police all over the city searching for Wormtongue. If he had been able to dispose of Grima's body, he would have killed him hours ago.

He leaned in his chair and eyed the phone. He supposed that he couldcall him; he always had passports and plane tickets ready. The best thing for Saruman to do would be to flee the country. He tried to quell the shaking in his hand as he reminded himself that France was having wonderful weather as of late.

Grima was trembling in the corner, rubbing his hands together in a nervous fashion. Saruman scoffed at him and glared, causing the man to whimper again. That fool didn't have half the troubles that Saruman did, though he had caused half of Saruman's problems. The worst Grima would get would be a jail sentence; Saruman would have to answer to him if he got into any trouble with the law.

"What if they catch us?" Grima whispered, still shaking, looking at Saruman with wide eyes and narrowed pupils. "What if they catch us?"

Saruman glared at him and harshly set down his cup of tea. "I believe you are mistaken, Grima. I am sure you mean, what will you do when they catch you?"

"Catch… me?"

"Most certainly," Saruman said, easily regaining his composure and sliding back into his silky drawl. "I am not responsible for anything that you have done. I was not the one who had poisoned Théoden, nor am I the one who murdered Lurtz, or hit Boromir Stewart with my car. Those actions belonged to you."

Grima's breath caught as Saruman uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Are you feeling well, Grima? You look a bit pale."

"Y-you!" Grima stammered, taking a step towards Saruman, "I was ordered to do those things by you!"

"Oh?" Saruman said, picking up his tea and taking a small sip, "And what proof do you have of that?"

Saruman watched as Grima balked, a knowing smirk appearing on his lips. Saruman had been extremely careful while giving orders. None of them had been over text, email or phone call. All of them had been done through conversation. Unless Grima had slipped in a recording device (the man was too daft to do that, Saruman was sure), he had no proof but his words.

"You bastard!" Grima exclaimed, his face turning red. He stormed over, knocking over Saruman's tea, not caring as it spilt all over the white lace tablecloth. Saruman was not surprised when Grima grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off of his chair, "You knew this all along! You planned for me to take the fall! You planned for me to rot in jail while you got off free! You used me!"

Saruman only flinched because a little bit of spittle landed on his face. Reaching up, Saruman wiped off the spit casually, before he grabbed one of Grima's wrists and twisted. There was a loud crack, and Grima screamed, crumpling to the ground.

The elderly man fixed his collar as Grima wailed on the ground, clutching his broken wrist. Saruman looked at his stained tablecloth, and sighed, standing up to go make himself another cup of tea.

When he returned, he found his table upended, and his chair tossed across the room, smashing his shelf of china. Grima was on his knees, panting hard, amidst the wreckage. Saruman remained nonchalant as he walked over to his chair and righted it. Sitting down, he stared at the angry police sergeant.

"Are you finished with your tantrum?" Saruman asked, wondering how a man capable of murder could act so much like a child. It was almost embarrassing. "I do wonder, how are you supposed to pay for all of this damage in prison?"

"I am not going to prison!" Grima screamed back, his cheeks stained with tears from either his broken wrist or his panic. Grima stood up, his arms flying back to express his anger. Saruman watched, amused, as Grima clutched his wrist and gave a pained howl.

"I do believe that you are," Saruman said. Before Grima could respond, there was a loud, sharp knock on the door. Saruman turned away from Grima with a small, "Would you excuse me?"

Saruman peered through the peephole in his door to see a police officer. Saruman froze; why would they be checking his house? There was nobody who knew that he was affiliated with Grima, so why would there be anybody at his home?

Saruman tried to keep his composure steady, but he felt the blood slowly leaving his face, and his heart beating faster.

"Mr. White, you are requested to come out for hiring a man to murder Gandalf Stormcrow. Please come out with your hands above your head," the voice said, deep and as calm as Saruman had been before the door had been knocked.

How had he been discovered? One of his hired men had returned, saying that the other had been incapacitated. Saruman had expected that he had fled, not willing to face Saruman's wrath at a failed job. Saruman thought that he had intimidated the two men enough to make it clear that snitching would mean their deaths.

He had heard rumours that Dalamyr had been taken in by Gandalf, but he hadn't thought it to be true. Gandalf may have been a believer of second chances, but the Gandalf that Saruman knew would not have been so quick to take into his home a man who was willing to murder him. Why was he so keen now?

Saruman cursed, his hand moving to slowly lock his door. He swept away, going into his sitting room and grabbing Grima by the edge of his shirt. Hauling the pathetic excuse for a man up the stairs, Saruman slid up to his balcony and barred the door, thinking that the sole police officer would not be able to reach him up there.

Saruman did not know how long it would have taken him to notice that his house was surrounded by police cars if not for Grima's gasp. Saruman turned to see the multiple red and blue flashing lights and multiple officers with their guns pointed at him.

A shaking laugh left him, quiet, before he lost all control. His laugh shook him, rumbling out of his chest. He did not know how long he had laughed for, but eventually his delirium left him and panic took hold as he stared at the large crowd of police officers in front of him.

"Mr. White, put your hands above your head! Same for you, Mr. Wormtongue!" An officer shouted up at him, his voice sounding very distant. Saruman looked down at him with a sceptical expression, and did not do as he was told. Instead, he leaned on the railing of his balcony.

He could see Grima shuffling through the corner of his eye, though he was pleased to know that Grima had yet to obey the command as well.

"I do believe my hands are better here," Saruman replied, "May I ask why you are here, gentlemen?"

"You have been charged with the assist first degree murders of Theodred Eorl, and Lurtz Uruk, as well as the attempted murders of Boromir Stewart, Gandalf Stormcrow, and Theoden Eorl. We request that you come down calmly," the officer said. "Grima Wormtongue, you are charged with the first degree murders of Theodred Eorl, and Lurtz Uruk, as well as the attempted murders of Boromir Stewart, Gandalf Stormcrow, and Theoden Eorl."

"He made me do it!" Grima shrieked, "He threatened to kill me if I didn't!"

Saruman had to cringe at how shrill Grima Wormtongue's voice got. He did not have time to turn around because something sharp drove between his shoulder blades. He coughed blood onto the balcony, staggering forwards.

A shot rippled from down below, flying over Saruman's shoulder. He heard the gurgle Grima made as he was shot, and the large thump his body made as it hit the ground. The last thing Saruman was aware of was the world spinning sharply before he lost all consciousness.

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