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Colorpolice-talia!xReader: Interrogation room

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Midnightestrella

Published: Sep 11, 2014

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**THIS WAS THE WORST DAY OF HER LIFE**.

"So tell me, who is your boss.. do you work alone?" The British man asked as he put his hands on the cold metal table. -Name- sighed, she was in a glass interrogation room. The blonde in front of her was named Arthur.
"I don't work for anyone.. I don't know why i'm here.." She mumbled, covering her face with her hands.
Arthur furrowed his brows, "Tell me the Bloody truth!!"
-Name - sighed, she bit her lip to keep from shouting. The girl growled, "I just went to cash some checks

and get a cup of coffee from Starbucks..."
Arthur got out his bat, he menacingly patted it in his palm.
"You're not telling me any useful information... You can never run.. you can never hide..you can never escape.." He leaned close

to her, "And one hit, or stun from me.. you'll be begging for mercy.."

-Name- formed her hands into fists, "I'm no CRIMINAL! " She then pounded her fist, which created dents on the table.
Arthur smirked, "Just as i thought...."
The poor girl looked at her hands, shocked at the force, "Wha..?"
"The suspect is just a short-tempered...monster.." Arthur readied his weapons, in case -Name- was going to do anything.

"Why can't you listen to me?! Listen, god damn it!" She shouted, "I just wanna go home

, okay?! I'm still pretty young to have this in my records!-"

"Stop it! Sit or I'll pull the trigger!" Arthur threatened, raising the hand gun.

-Name- sat but kept shouting, trying to reason with this vicious cop.
"Please Listen! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG!!" -Name- got closer to the Blonde who whacked her hands with his pistol. The (h/c) girl gasped and sat back down, rubbing her hands to soothe the pain.
"That, was a warning.." Arthur growled and sat back down, "Now, how old are you?"
"16." She spat.
"My my.." He fummed, "Such a tragic waste of your childhood, no?"
-Name- glared at her cuffs, thinking of how much time she's wasting just being here.
"Now, The Officers have inspected the scene of the crime. You actually did quite well on your plan of robbery, sadly you weren't fast enough."
-Name- glanced behind her, the metal door was at least 5-6 ft away. She bit her lip, should I run? Stay?
"Don't even think of running ou-"
-Name- got up from the seat, she ran on top speed to the door. She slammed her body hard and the door swung open.
"Damn it all!" Arthur barked and ran after the suspect.
"I'M -FIRST NAME- -LAST NAME-, I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN AND MOVED TO NEW YORK!" -Name- charged and dodged the hands of the officers.
"MY FAMILY IS NOT SO POOR, BUT NOT SO RICH!" She pushed some of the Office workers with sheer force.
"I HAVE A PET(s) NAMED, (PET'S NAME) AND (NUMBER OF SIBLINGS)! SURE THEY CAN BE A PAIN IN THE ASS, BUT I CARE ABOUT THEM!" -Name- jumped boxes and other things.
"I WANT TO STUDY (WHAT FUTURE CAREER -OLOGY) SO I CAN BE A (DREAM CAREER)!!" -Name- was almost to the door.
"I NEVER LIKED BEING ALONE, AND MAYBE I STILL USE A NIGHTLIGHT!" -Name- swore she could feel the coldness of the door.
"AND I NEVER HURT ANYONE!!"

She was about to open the door, when strong hands grabbed around her waist.
"Nice try, Kiddo, but You're not leaving!" The Blonde with blue eyes and a cowlick cried.
She squirmed in his grip, "Let me go! Please! I wanna go home!!"
Tears started to flow, she was almost there!
"Good work, Alfred!" Francis smiled and winked in approval.
"No probs! And this girl made an amazing speech too!" The American, who was named Alfred, laughed.
-Name- was tossed over on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She reached out to see how close she was from being free, her reflection crying from

THE LAW WAS NOT ON HER SIDE.