Dakota walked down the dim hallway and so far he spotted three interrogation rooms, one with a crack head—he could tell because she was scratching her arms and shaking slightly. The other held a random guy with an irritating twitch, probably narcotics, and one with a busty blonde filing her nails—they were probably fake, but still impressive, but still no Rebel.

They passed a door where some cops were having a drink of coffee, but again no Rebel.

Argh, where the fuck was she? They neared another room, and this time a girl sat there scratching something onto the metal table. Her shaved hair a mix of black and bleached blonde, Rebel. He waited for the officer to unlock the door, but he stopped him from rushing in. "I want answers for earlier, or else we'll pull you out."

"Yeah, I got it. Can I go in now?" He rolled his eyes then opened the door, but her head stayed down.

"Can I leave now? I'm not under arrest."

"Not yet, I wanted to see if you were okay." Her head snapped up to see her best friend, his caramel brown skin looking lighter in the overhead light.

"Dakota." She got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back and smiled. "Hey Bells."

"What are you doing here?" She asked still holding him tightly to her.

"Ryder called and told me that the cops came to get you. But, there's a catch?"

She rose her eyebrow at him. "What is it?" She asked, moving back to sit at the edge of the table.

"I promised them that I'd get you to talk."

She nodded in thought, then sighed, "well... that makes sense." He bit his lip and folded his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the door. "Bell, you're gonna have to tell me what happened, or they'll pull me from the room and possibly keep you in here till tomorrow."

"Wrong. They can't keep here if I'm not under arrest. I am free to leave."

"Okay," he said nodding his head. He then rose a finger, one, you might be the prime suspect," he rose a second finger, "two, you're in an interrogation room where that camera is recording you," he said pointing to the farthest corner of the room, "and three, they could place you under arrest you if you don't explain to them what happened at the gym." With those odds on the table, Rebel just sat back and sighed out, her face looking seven years older. She didn't want this to happen, she tried to avoid it.

"Fuck."

"Bells, tell me what happened." Her eyes travelled back to his, she looked as if she had been drained of her luster. "No." It was barely a whisper, but Dakota heard what she had said.

"Come on Rebel." He pushed off from the door and stood before her. She threw her arms around his neck and he hugged her again.

"Bell, what happened today with Mindy?" He asked, pushing back so that he could look her in her eyes. She bowed her head and he hooked a finger under her chin and brought her face back up to his own. "Tell me what happened."

She didn't answer, instead she shrugged it off, sat back in her chair and picked her feet up off the ground and hugged them to her chest.

Dakota stood there and just observed her. She seemed completely out of it. He dragged the other chair besides her, waiting for her to say something.

Officer Isles was so patiently waiting to see if  Dakota could break through Rebel's tough exterior.

"I swear to God, Isles, if you don't have a seat, I'll punch in the gut." Randy paused and gave Ryder a tired look. "I don't know what I'm doing Ry." Randy says flopping into the chair next to Ryder. "I mean, I arrested one of my closest friend's baby sister because a wannabe bad chick causes trouble with the town's bad girl. Is she crazy?"

"She's probably mental." The men looked up and saw Riella coming back from the vending machine. "That girl has been coming for Rebel for years now. I'm not surprised she got her ass handed to her."

"Hey, language!" Ryder scolded. She wrinkled her nose up at him and opened her bag of chips and put her earbuds in.

"Hey Randy, look at it this way. You could get something out of her with Dakota's help."

"That's the idea, but she seems off."

Ryder nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she's been off since I got home tonight. Barely spoke to me then got angry when I asked too many questions."

"That still doesn't mean that she's innocent. What if... nah. Forget it." Ryder nudged his shoulder. "Randy, relax. I've never seen you so on edge, and please stop biting your nails, you might chew your finger off." Officer Isles snickered and put his hands on his knees. Ryder patted his back. "Being a cop isn't so cool now, is it?" The men laughed, an old joke between them before Randy had become an officer and Ryder had chosen not to follow him into the program.

"I'm sorry man, it's just that I feel so guilty for bringing her in and making you worry and even getting Dakota mad. I mean that must be a freaking record." He went on rambling.

"Randy, sorry but shut up. You have nothing to feel sorry about. Shit happens." That got Randy to shut up. He agreed with Ryder though, it wasn't his fault, he was just doing his job. Ryder breathed out in a noisy fashion and rested his head back to the cool off-white wall as he tried to relax himself.

"Isles, why are you not questioning the suspect?" Office Garcia asked, as she stood infront of her partner and his friend.

He doesn't answer, instead he stands and shakes his head. "She's a hard nut to crack." Officer Garcia narrowed her eyes at him, clearly pissed at his guts. "What the hell is his problem?" She asked. Ryder side glanced at him.

"The guilt's killing him." He smirked. Officer Garcia raised an eyebrow at that and questions him with a gesture of her hands. "He's feeling guilty that he took my baby sister in for questioning."

"Well, your baby sister beat a girl senseless today."

"You're really new here, aren't you?" Ryder asked folding his arms at the new officer.

"What'd you mean?" she frowned her brows, quite unsure of the meaning of his statement.

"This girl Mindy has been pestering my sister ever since she moved into town when Rebel was about six years old. That kid is nothing but trouble. She's all bark and no bite. And her unfortunate target happens to have a powerful bark and a wicked bite."

"But she's in the hospital because of your sister."

"It's not Rebel's fault that she's in the hospital, it's all Mindy's fault, and she wanted trouble. She got it. Sadly for her it ended her up in the hospital..." Ryder said, scratching at his beard.

"Still, your sister was wrong." She said fighting back.

Ryder stood up from his seat. "Tell me just how wrong she was?" He asked softly, coming close to the officer.

"Sh—She," she stuttered, "She hurt someone—."

"Bullshit. Tell me what that girl told you about what happened today." Ryder pressed.

"That's confidential."

"Well, as the guardian of Rebel Mills I can always take her since she isn't under arrest... what did Mindy tell you?"

"Blackmailing—."

"I'm not, I'm simply asking a question that could affect the outcome of my sisters judgement."

"Okay, damnit. She said that she was just asking your sister why she didn't like—."

"Bullshit. Try again." Ryder gritted out harshly, arms folded over his chest as he stared down at the officer.

"Quit cutting me off then."

"Well, if you quit believing in bullshit, then maybe I might." Officer Garcia just looked at Ryder with an incredulous new air.

"I'm sorry if what I'm telling you isn't what you wanna hear, but until your sister talks, I literally have nothing to go on but what Mindy told me. So, it's either she talks or we act. Take. Your. Pick." She deadpanned. Ryder sent her a surprised look, but she stood up to him with all her glory showing in her brown eyes.

They stood there for a while, not exchanging one word. The sound of the doors opening caught Ryder's attention and he looked over to see an all too familiar face, his jaw dropping.

~ ~ ~

Dakota stayed with Rebel for a while until an officer asked him to leave. He had tried to get her to speak, but she was relentless. Dakota left with Officer Garcia back to the waiting room.

Rebel sat there for about four minutes with her head on the cool metal table doing nothing, as she gazed off at the distance wall. Why her, of all the people why her, she couldn't understand Mindy's unyielding interest in her and the fact that she always wanted to fight. Rebel only ever fought when she was getting paid for it, she didn't go around picking fights because they were fun, fighting takes a lot of damn energy away, and makes it harder to hide injuries. Fighting was only a way for her to get some money and let off some steam, it wasn't her fault that she was good at it. She groaned and brought her arms up to cover face with.

The door of the room opened and Rebel was not even in the mood to look up to see who it was that had entered. She quite frankly didn't care. "Hello Rebel."

Wait, that was not Randy's voice and it was definitely not a woman's voice. She lifted her head up and her eyes went wide, her jaw going slack and her fist clenching tight. The man that sat before her was one who she never expected to see standing infront of her.