Song Inspirtation: Same Script, Different Cast b y Whitney Houston + Deborah Cox
This is a fun twist on this song so I hope y'all like it!
Mercedes Jones wasn't sure how she got in this situation but there she was being shoved into the back seat of a police car. Why, you ask? Suspicion of murder. She looked at her friends through the window, seeing their confused faces before dropping her head to hide her tears.
This has to be a mistake.
Mercedes jumped when the doors opened and two detectives walked into the interview room. She'd been sitting in there for over thirty minutes and was about to start crying. She looked at both men, one of them looking like a rejected N*Sync band member and the other man was surprisingly handsome. She caught his eye before forcing herself to look away, she needed to figure out why she'd been arrested.
"Miss Jones, I'm detective Evans and this is my partner detective Schuester."
She looked at the men in front of her, feeling her heart pounding and the air in her lungs struggling to get out. "I don't know why I'm here but you have the wrong person!" She said immediately. "This is all some crazy mistake, I've never hurt anyone-"
"If you don't want any of this used against you, ask for a lawyer now." The younger of the two men said before earning a scowl from the older man.
"A lawyer?" She questioned. "I haven't done anything!"
The older gentleman slammed his hand down causing her to flinch. "Where were you on the night of April 20th at 11:43 pm?" He asked and she blinked before her mind went back to that very moment.
April 20th, 11:43 pm
Exactly.
"fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Mhm, you like that shit."
Rolling her eyes, she flipped them over so that she was riding him. "Anthony, there's a reason why we didn't work. Let's not ruin my relapse of judgment."
He smirked, grabbing her hips, guiding them as she rode him. "You've been lapsing a lot lately. Just admit you miss me."
"I don't… fuuck." She started but stopped when she felt her walls beginning to tighten around him. "I don't miss you but maybe your dick."
Yelping as he flipped them over again, Anthony smugly grinned. "You know I'd never say no to a night of fucking you." He said, pinning her hands about her head before pounding into her.
Snap! "Answer the question!"
"Will, calm down." The younger detective said before looking back to Mercedes. "Do you remember where you were?"
Licking her lips and nodding. "I was with my ex."
"And he can corroborate this?" The younger detective asked.
"Well… he could but he won't…" she said, biting her lip.
The older one rolled his eyes. "Is this ex even real?"
Mercedes sighed. "Look, he was there and I was there and we were together but what I didn't know was that he was newly engaged so he might not… confirm but…"
The younger one looked at her amused. "But what?"
Her eyes shifted between the two men before she shifted. "He has a tattoo on his left thigh… more than sure his fiancé doesn't know that because it's my name."
"How exactly would that work in your favor?" The older detective asked.
"If you catch him with her, he will be more willing to help when you mention the tattoo."
"What's his name and do you have a contact number?"
"Yes…" she answered, nodding towards her phone before reciting his number from memory.
"Schuester, why don't you go see if you can get a hold of…"
"Anthony… Anthony Rashad." She said, looking away when both of their eyes went wide.
"You expect us to believe that you are the ex of The Anthony Rashad? The best NBA draft since… Lebron?" The older guys asked, shaking his head. "Delusional."
Mercedes scuffed. "Look, you Justin Timberlake reject. I have no reason to lie about this! Pull up any picture of him wearing shorts and you'll see MDJ with a music note. It stands for Mercedes Danielle Jones. I sing. I've known him since I was eleven."
The younger one smirked, amused at her insult. "If what she's saying is true then you have the most confidential information in your hands right now, wouldn't you want to at least see?"
Detective Schuester frowned before grabbing her phone. "Call him." He demanded and she looked at him for a moment before doing as he said.
Mercedes bit her nail waiting for him to pick and praying like hell he wasn't on some bullshit.
"Yo, what's up baby?"
She left out a sigh of relief when she heard his voice. "Ant, I need you… where are you?"
"Damn, down that bad? It's been… What week?" Anthony said smugly.
"Listen to me. I need you to come down to the precinct… please." She pleaded.
There was a pause before a soft click. "Why would I do that?" He asked and the noisy background was suddenly quieter.
"Hello Mr. Rashad, my name is Detective Sam Evans and I have my partner here with Mercedes who said you could confirm her whereabouts for April 20th."
There was more silence before they heard a great deal of shuffling around. "Mercedes what the fuck you got me involved in? I'm up for trade and don't need this shit!" He spat into the receiver.
"Anthony for the love of God, tell these fucking people you were eating my pussy so I can get the fuck up out of here!" Mercedes spat back.
Anthony huffed. "Fine, shit. We were at my place on Venice and Fairway. There's cameras on both blocks… good enough?"
Mercedes looked at the detectives. "Is it?" She asked.
Will shook his head. "How do we know it's really him?" He questioned, pacing. "He could be anyone."
"Is this dude forreal?" Anthony asked before hitting the video button. "MJ, answer it."
Sam hit the green button as he and sure enough the infamous basketball player appeared. "See? It's me." Anthony said as Sam turned the screen to his partner.
Will snarled. "How do we know she's not paying you? She could just be some groupie that has-"
"Ay my boy, watch how you talk about MJ. She ain't no groupie, do you need me to send you Tana?"
Mercedes stretched so she could see him. "I… am I done here?"
Sam looked at her before sighing and nodding. "You have a credible alibi but if you wouldn't mind answering a few more questions that would be helpful." He replied, handing the phone back to her.
"Nah, she's not answering anything until her lawyer is there. Hold tight, I'm sending Satan." Anthony said before the video call ended.
Will slammed his hand on the table, shaking his head. "You're just going to let her walk out of here? There's no way she's telling the truth, we have visual evidence!"
Sam continued studying Mercedes, making her shift slightly under his intense gaze. "Will, take a walk."
The older man snapped his head in the direction of his partner. "You've got to be kidding me! We have the suspect sitting right in front of us and you're shutting me out?"
Mercedes watched silently as Detective Evans fixed his gaze onto Will, seeing him cower slightly before taking a step back. "I said take a walk." Sam repeated, his voice was sharp.
Will looked at Mercedes snarling before storming out of the interrogation room. She could hear him shouting something after the door closed but couldn't make out what was said.
"Ms. Jones." Sam said, getting her attention. "I'm going to show you something and hopefully you can help with our investigation."
She nodded. "I can try but I really think I should wait for-"
"Her lawyer." A voice came from the door. "Jesus Merce, you should've called me the second you got here."
Sam looked at the woman walking into the room. "She's not under arrest and as her lawyer you may want to see this too." He explained.
"Santana, I didn't-"
The Latina shook her head. "Don't say anything else." She instructed. "Why was my client detained?"
Sam leaned back in his chair. "Suspicion of murder. We have video of someone who looks a lot like Ms. Jones leaving the scene of a very heinous crime."
Mercedes blinked, shaking her head. "No, no, no. It wasn't me! I told you where I was and it's been confirmed."
"Hush." Santana chided. "How can you be sure it's my client on the video? Not every black woman looks the same and as you can see she has a few identifiers, that ass is unmistakable."
"Really?" Mercedes asked, biting her lip nervously.
"Let's see what you have and I'll decide if it's my client." Santana replied and Sam nodded, grabbing the remote and turning on the video.
"This was taken on the corner of 67th avenue and Forrester Road." The detective explained, as the women leaned in. "Right… there." He said pausing the video.
Both Mercedes and Santana went radio silent. The woman was the mirror image of Mercedes, so much so that it had Mercedes questioning if it was really her. Sam looked at the women before hitting play again and they saw the woman wipe what they assumed was blood from her hands while yielding a very large knife.
Mercedes shook her head. "No, no, no… that's not me!"
Santana's eyes narrowed with suspicion as she glanced between Mercedes and the screen. "I need a moment to talk to my client," she said, her voice laced with doubt.
Mercedes shook her head, her fists clenched in frustration. "You've known me for years, Santana. You know I wouldn't lie about this," she said before snatching the remote from Sam and rewinding the footage. "Look!" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen.
Santana and Sam both leaned in to see, but didn't initially notice anything out of the ordinary. Then Sam's eyes widened in realization. "Is that... on her back?" he questioned incredulously.
Mercedes nodded grimly, her heart racing with fear and anger. "It's a tattoo, Santana. Look," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion before turning and lifting her shirt. "I don't have tattoos and she has one that goes down to her leg."
Santana nodded. "That's right, her father would kill her if she ever got one…"
Sam wasn't so easily swayed. "But that's only circumstantial, who's to say she's not covering them up with make-up?" He asked.
Determined to prove her point, Mercedes huffed and pulled off her shirt and jeans, standing in front of Sam in just her underwear "See? There's nothing on my body!" she declared, turning to show Sam every inch of her skin. He tried to stop the groan building in his throat but failed.
Santana interjected, sensing the tension between Sam and Mercedes. "She's telling the truth, Sam. Look." She grabbed a tissue from the box and ran it down Mercedes' leg, revealing smooth, unmarked skin. "The make-up would've worn off by now." The room fell silent as they all realized the gravity of the situation.
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair as he considered the facts laid out before him. "Okay, okay, I believe you," he said, somewhat reluctantly, looking back at the screen with a deep frown. "Then we need to find out who this woman is and how she's connected to you."
Mercedes slowly began to redress, still shaken but relieved by her lawyer's swift defense and the detective's eventual concession. Santana, ever the protective advocate, stepped in once Mercedes was decent again. "We should be looking into why someone would be impersonating Mercedes," Santana suggested. "It can't be a coincidence that she looks so much like your client."
"Or maybe she has a twin," Sam offered.
"That's not possible," Mercedes replied, shaking her head. "I'm an only child and my parents share my DNA."
Sam nodded in agreement. "I'll have my team run a facial recognition scan through our databases, see if we hit any matches or similar features." He paused, realizing the implications of what they were dealing with. "This might go deeper than just mistaken identity."
"Exactly," Santana replied sharply. "And until you find out who this woman really is, Mercedes shouldn't be considered a suspect."
Mercedes, now fully clothed, sat down heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice tinged with exhaustion and fear. Santana placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Sam's hand gripped the doorknob tightly, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "If you're so certain it's not you, then maybe you should start questioning your parents. In my line of work, I know parents lie..." With a final glare, he slams the door behind him, leaving a tense and ominous atmosphere in the room.
lawd now she gotta go talk to her moma and daddy lol