The Woman at the FBI.
The Woman at the FBI.
A/N: I have had a bad month. My Grandfather passed away; I crossed the continent [literally], twice, and drove across half of it. I helped my parents with the estate. Internet went down for a while. I broke up with my fiancée. My computer broke. My service administrator decided this site was pornographic and removed my access. So, sorry it’s late, but real life was deciding to kick me, and I just didn’t have time. Now that things have finished [I hope], and I can continue. So, here is the next part.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Agent Perotta had driven her arrestee, Alexander Harris, to the booking facility. She had barely gotten him in the door when she was accosted by the shorter, broader Assistant District Attorney.
“Seriously, are you trying to kill me? You arrested him? Did you forget everything you ever knew?”
“I’m sorry? What are you talking about?”
“You could have brought him in for questioning, but no, you arrested him. On no real evidence at all. Damn, why did Booth have to rejoin the Army? I only just got him properly trained, and now I have to do it all over again.” Caroline shook her head.
Perotta thought over what had just occurred, and then shook her head. “You’re right. I’m not sure what I was thinking. That’s not like me.”
“Well, it’s nice that this was all cleared up, and I hope to meet you all again, in the future,” Xander spoke up. “So, could I get these removed now?” He shrugged his shoulders, and turned, revealing his cuffed wrists.
“Oh, no, cherie. It may have been presumptuous of her, but you have been arrested. So, we may as well at least talk to you. Take him to Interrogation Three, Agent. And hope he has some answers. Because you aren’t in my good books right now.” Caroline moves away, heading towards the elevators. Perotta moved the slightly shocked looking Xander towards the booking intake.
“So, you recognized both of the faces.”
“Yes.” Xander seemed a little sullen at this point. Both Agent Peyton Perotta and ADA Caroline Julian were present, though only the ADA had actually been saying anything. Xander had gotten a bit of humor from that, but out of an uncharacteristic flash of wisdom, hadn’t made the remarks he so dearly wanted to.
“Can you, for the record, identify those two faces now?”
“One was the face of my fiancée, well, ex-fiancée at the time, Anya Jenkins. The other was that of a man I knew only as Caleb.”
“Did you kill Anya Jenkins?”
“No.” His voice was, if anything, even more flat.
“Did you kill the man you identified as Caleb.”
“No,” he answered flat, then muttered under his breath “But no-one needed killing more.”
Sadly for him, both the women heard him.
“So he needed killing? Hmm. Do you know
who killed him?”
“Um, no.” The lie in his voice was palpable.
“Xander, please, not Mr. Harris. That name just reminds me of a lazy drunk man I am trying real hard not to be.”
ADA Julian stared at him for a moment. Peyton looked a bit shocked that he had dared to interrupt the ADA.
“Fine. Xander. You were doing so well. But, you just lied to me.”
“No I didn’t. I don’t want to be reminded of Mr. Harris.” Xander flashed his smile at her.
“Very cute. Very. Of course, it won’t be so cute when we put you on the stand, you repeat the lie, and you’re serving time for perjury.”
Xander stared at the opposite wall for a moment, then said “Um, I’m not sure, but if I remember right, I not supposed to tell you anything I don’t know to be true, can I?”
“Well, I know who said they killed Caleb, but I didn’t witness it myself. And no one else alive did, either. He just stopped attacking us, and trying to murder people.”
“Attacking you?” "Murder people?" both women spoke up.
“Do you know anything about Sunnydale? Before it became a crater, I mean.”
“A little bit,” Caroline answered. Agent Perotta shook her head.
“Sunnydale had been the center of a major gang and drug issue for over a hundred years. And the latest Mayor had been the behind-the-scenes leader of one the gangs. He died in a gas explosion at the High School, when a rival gang attacked at the commencement speech he was giving. Should have been a good thing, right?”
The ladies just looked at him.
“Yeah, not so much. Turns out, without him there, things only got worse. That was one of the reasons behind the great exodus of the town, in the months before it collapsed.”
“Caleb had been one of the last of the gang leaders. And he had his own nasty habits, too. He hated women. Not so much with the men, though he was more than willing to kill them, too, but he HATED women.”
“A misogynist, then,” Perotta spoke up.
“I’m – I’m not sure what that means.”
“It means someone that dislikes women to an unnatural extent.”
“Unnatural – yeah, that’s a good way to describe him. So, he was a misogynist. And my friends and I had been part of a ‘take back the night’ group. We had gathered up a bunch of people, mostly orphans, mostly girls, and were trying to take care of them. Caleb found out, and attacked us, a few times. He let us know he was coming by branding the neck of a girl, as a ‘message’, then threw her in the path of a car two of my friends were driving. Then, he found out where we lived, and attacked again. This time he managed to kill 2 girls, and taunted us with news he was holding more captive.”
“A trap.” Agent Perotta seemed to have fallen into the story, but viewing it through her own life history.
“Yep. He killed another girl, broke one’s arm, and put his thumb through my eye.” Xander’s bleak voice conveyed the truth of this statement more effectively than anything else could have. They held their silence for a moment, till he started up again.
“Anyways, one day it all stopped. A friend of mine, who I’m not going to name, claimed that they killed him. But, no witnesses, no body, and no proof. So, I may know who did it, but unless there’s a pressing reason, I’m not going to tell you who it was.”
“A very nice story. Very nice. But I can get a Court Order compelling you to tell me.” Caroline had not been so drawn in as Peyton, and was still trying to get to the truth.
“Um, I think now is the time I ask for my lawyer.” Xander wisened up.
Caroline’s face grew bleak. “Do you have one, or would you like one assigned to you?”
“Normally I would have one, from my employer, but I think they’re busy right now. I’ll take a Court appointed one. For now.” He seemed confidant.
The two ladies departed. A guard was assigned to the door, and the camera was left running, just in case.
Caroline entered the room, without Agent Perotta this time. “Your lawyer will be here soon.”
“Okey-dokey.” Xander flashed his charm-grin at the woman.
It didn’t seem to do anything.
“I am not legally allowed to ask you any questions before she arrives. Once she arrives, I will leave the room, and the microphone will be turned off. You will have a chance to confer with your attorney, and then just motion, and I will come back in. Do you understand?”
There was a knock at the door.
“There she is now.” Caroline went over, and opened the door. A tallish woman, slim, with red hair entered, carrying a soft-sided briefcase.
“Monica?” Xander’s voice sounded stunned.
“Hello Xander. I’m your attorney for today.”
TBC, and check out Touched by a Xander, for his meeting with Monica.