For the Love of the Law

Chapter One | You Look Like A Reece

Once we'd reached the police station, I was starting to get that feeling you get when you're little and you accidently break the neighbours window with a ball and realise that no matter how much you try and hide under your bed, they're going to find out.

My gut was churning like that, but ten times harder.

The black haired officer held the door open for me as he led me into the police station. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and say 'what a gentleman', because in my case, I was in deep shit.

And sarcasm wasn't going to save me.

"I'm going to put you in one of the interrogation rooms while we put your friend in one of the cells for a while."

"A cell?" I asked, a little panicky. "She hasn't done anything! I should be the one in the cell, not her."

"It's just so she can sleep off the alcohol for a while." He said in a reassuring tone, and I hated how much I liked his voice. "Besides, she's not exactly in a state to ask questions."

Just as he finished his sentence, another officer pulled Sophie through the doors, who was currently yelling "I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids!".

"I see your point." I muttered after Sophie was pulled through another door way and disappeared from my sight.

Once we'd walked down the hallway a little, the police man grabbed one of the many doors lining the brightly lit hall and let me enter first again, like when we'd first got to the station. The room contained a white table and two wooden chairs on either side of it, and almost nothing else. In the top right corner, there was a camera mounted to the white ceiling, and one poster was attached to the wall the opposite of the door. In the huge mirror, I winced at my reflection.

The dark blonde strands of my ponytail were out of place because of Monica's hair yanking, and my face looked a little pale, my grey eyes tired.

What a great first impression in front of such an attractive guy.

"Hey, can I get these handcuffs off my wrist now?" I asked as he shut the door behind him. Nodding, he walked behind me and pulled out a key, his hands holding my arms as he undid the lock.

When he unclipped them, I felt his fingers graze the length of my wrists, before dropping to his sides. The whole time I had been watching in the mirror, and the whole situation had my heart beating faster.

"Take a seat." He offered, like I was there for a friendly catch up. I pulled out one of the chairs, but waited until he had done the same and took my coat off before sitting. When I looked up at him, his eyebrows were raised.

"What? Apparently you police officers have air conditioning. I was hot."

He didn't reply, instead he leaned forward and placed his forearms on the small table separating us, his eyes locking with mine. I couldn't help but notice the colour of them. I'd never seen a blue like that, it was like someone had gone and smashed little pieces of ice all over the iris, leaving specks coating the blue.

"So, where do you want to start?" He asked, his voice making me want to relax in my seat. Instead, I matched his position and clutched my hands together, like his were, but I couldn't help but notice how much bigger his were.

"What's your name?"

If he was thrown off by the question, he didn't show it. "Do you want to tell me about what happened earlier tonight?"

"You look like a Reece, or a Carter." I commented, and I almost smirked in amusement when his jaw twitched slightly. "Maybe a Caleb?"

"Flynn. My names Flynn, but it's Officer Morgan to you." He said, his eyes drilling into mine. "Now, start from the beginning."