Chapter One: Interrogation - ReWrite.

This is Chapter One re-written, I think this story needs an overhaul. I just got done rereading it and it feels so rushed. I'm going to make it better I PROMISE. The story is going to change a little, I hope you enjoy; please comment and let me know!

Chapter One: Interrogation (ReWrite)

The room, was musky the scent of cop-shop emenated from it - the lights where flickering, as if to throw someone off balance, and the chair for which the suspect sat was rickety as well. The heat was turned on high, to pressure said suspect into needing something.

A large, African American man sat at an interrogation table, his face - the movements of time, all but etched in his strong face.  His large hands extended slightly as he pulled a file out and slid it across the desk to the woman in question. He knew her. Very well, actually.
"This - is the case for which we are talking about today" he murmured.
Always involved in his people's work, or their lives, some would call him too curious.
Commander Whitney was his name. And everyone in this building called him Boss.

The lone Lieutenant sat on the other side of the table across from him. Her rangy body was something of interest to many, she kept it in good shape, and could take down anyone who cross her. She was smart, - knew the ins and outs of her job. And here, now she sat with it at risk. She was the strongest, most well known Law Enforcement officer in New York, - the place she called her home. And at the moment she couldnt believe everything she - loved and knew was against her. She didnt say a word as the file slid across the aluminum table - cheap, but it did its job. Sort of like police work - she realized, she didnt get paid a lot, but here she sat, trying to do her job.

Roarke - his Irish lithe, his deep black hair, his deep chiseled face- that looked as though a poet had written him and a potter carved his beauty out of clay. those ever penetrating ocean blue eyes that seemed to be able to change hue with his mood, - Stood, watching the interrogation of his wife. He was a lone - aside from her partner who, at this moment was saying nothing he observed. They where both just listening. The room was cold, he took down... a mental note to have the heating equipment upgraded at some point.
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Inside the room, Whitney was still looking at his Lieutenant.
"What happened that night Eve?" he asked, using her first name. Very few where allowed such a luxury.

Eve Dallas' allowed her almond eyes to narrow as she read the report. Scanned it over, it was - Peabody's style of report making. That pissed her off. What was this? she wondered but she kept the emotion inside and didnt allow for it to show at all.
"I dont know." she murmured in a voice powerful and not intimidated at all. There was fire behind those almonds. "I didnt do this." she said, lifting her hands and the handcuffs for which - she was tied to the table with clanked and chinged.

Commander Whitney just shifted his legs - folding his left over his right.
"You dont remember anything?" he continued.

Eve looked at him, her gaze narrow. She was looking past him - out the mirror and to Peabody, who she knew was standing out there with her husband.
"I wasnt there." she murmured.

Roarke heard her voice, saw her gaze - she'd guessed right he realized, her gaze was directly through Whitney and to where Peabody was standing - he was glad it wasnt looking at him. He knew - she could burn buildings down with those eyes.

Peabody still stood in stunned silence. Eve's gaze was penetrating her to the soul. She finally spoke, but her voice was a tormented whisper.

"Do you think she did this?" she didnt know if Roarke had heard her or if she was talking to herself, and she realized that she hoped he hadnt. She didnt want a conversation.

Roarke turned his attention to Peabody, he'd heard her. He didnt miss a beat.
"No, I dont think she could have killed the man you think she did." his voice was a low hum. "But its your report she's reading at this exact moment- what exactly did you put in it?"

Peabody couldnt hear Ireland in his voice. That meant one thing, that he was pissed. She sighed. "I cant talk about it with you. You know that." she shifted the way she was standing.

Roarke turned for a moment to face her but his gaze did not leave his wife.
"I read the report. Whitney showed it to me, the one you wrote up." he murmured, there was a subtle hint of Ireland behind his voice. "The only reason Whitney is in there talking to her is because of you." he said - pointed at Eve who's gaze still hadnt left the one spot they where settled in.

Peabody shifted uneasily again. Now she was being interrogated. "Well then you know what I said, and you know what happened." she murmured.

Roarke took one step closer.

Peabody took one step back, because the noise that - that one step made shook her to the core. "Dont come any closer." she murmured but it was a squeak.

Roarke didnt move. But his voice was loud, and it was in charge.
"You're going to destroy my wife, over supposed evidence you found at the scene, and its missing now?"

Peabody looked at him. There was strength in her gaze, and voice as well.
"Roarke, I did what I was taught. By your wife, my partner. Follow the evidence." she murmured. "That report is preliminary. Its not even the offical write up, but I had to show Commander Whitney. - I didnt know what else to do."

Roarke looked at her and shook his head, instant dismissal.
"You're lucky you're a cop" he murmured that Irish lithe finding its way back into his voice.

Peabody looked at him.
"What does that mean?"

Roarke shrugged and then twisted his body back to face the interrogation.
"Nothing." and that was all he said.

(TO BE CONTINUED)