[CLOSED] Life in the fast lane.

[rex 'r']

"So in other words, the boyfriend that she clearly loves to pieces raped her?" He scoffed bitterly. "I don't believe that, Blake." She shook his head. "He can't have kids, and sure, his DNA is there, but she was raped by a guy who left no trace at all. How? I say we press it. Fine, don't go search her room. Did he leave traces with the other guy?"

Dakota barked as they pulled to a stop.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"So then why don't you go ask him why there's no evidence there? According to the doctors, yes, there were traces." She looked back at Dakota. "We still have him in holding. They aren't going to let him go, not the way he was fawning over the boy he had."

Britt chewed on his lip, looking over at the dog. "It's okay, doggy." He said. Blake's phone started to ring, and she pulled it out of her pocket. "Hello?" She listened for a minute, then hung up the phone, turning on the road to the jail. "They ran the evidence through again and found the boy's DNA."

"So you fondled me for nothing?"

"Yep."

[rex 'r']

Rex sighed, shaking his head in agitation. It did make his task a whole lot easier, though. "Why don't you go down to the result room then, and see what they have for charges. I'll pull up background information and files.

He got out, grabbing the dog and Britt, and led him to the holding cell. "I'm going to show you a paper and where it asks for relationship with the victim, you need to tell me how many rows down, and how many words in it is," He whispered before locking him up and moving for his desk, shuffling through the papers there until he found the one with the Braille lettering of Britton's name up top. "Dakota, clear room?" He murmured and the dog barked twice. He scowled, waiting for the officers to round the corner before flashing up the paper and telling him to hurry.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt waited in his cell, rubbing his cuffs against the bars to hear the noise. He stopped when he heard someone coming, and looked up at Rex. He read over it quickly. "Fifth row, it's seventeen words in." He said, running his cuffs over the bars again. He laid down on the hard bed, chewing on his lip. He wondered if Zoey was okay, wished he was there with her when she needed him.

[rex 'r']

Rex sat back down moments before Dakota barked with the entrance of another person. He fed the paper into the scanner, knew nobody would think it more than him printing it in Braille, then logged in and jumped the rows and words, changing both his and Zoey's before printing them and sticking the non braille into the file, shredding the old sheet and setting the raised one on his desk as he exited out. He ran fingers over it swiftly, then set it aside and grabbed his head set to help some others out on the field after an armed drug dealer, beginning his map and tracking work quietly like nothing new had gone on. "Play it dumb if they ask why you didn't tell them," He murmured before turning his mic back on again.

"That street is two your right.." His computer beeped and he huffed. "There's an apartment complex there."

[blake falon aldridge]

Blake came up from the evidence, the results printed in both braille and in print. She sorted through them, chewing on her lip. Rex was busy, so she sat down next to him, looking around the room. She waited until he was done, then handed him the papers. "They said they ran through the evidence too fast to get us our warrant for Britt. But they did find evidence of the boy in her, so they've changed his charges to rape of her if she presses charges, and then on Nevada, they have charges pressed for attempted murder, repeated rape, kidnapping, trespassing, and false imprisonment." She said, leaning back in her chair. "He's claiming insanity. He's gonna walk."

[rex 'r']

"She won't press." He tapped the paper. "Not if they're getting married." Sliding it over to her, he ran his fingers over the others, scowled. "He'd better not walk, he quiet clearly had a premeditated attack made out, and threatened Zoey Martyn's brother." He shook his head, pushing back his chair to reach for the landline phone and dialed over the memorized pad of numbers to call up Zoey's mother.

He hung up a moment later. "She doesn't want any charges on Britton, but on the other guy she does."

[blake falon aldridge]

Blake messed with her nails as he got up and walked to the phone. "It's in the records and signed by her mom that they're engaged? Cause if she hasn't signed it yet, she needs to. As long as she says he proposed before she got pregnant, even if the kid isn't his, and she signs the paper, we can't hold him. The sex doesn't matter then. If you call her back and she comes by to sign tonight, we can let Britt go." She got up, tossing the papers on her desk. "And she needs to sign the charges against Nixon." She said, then walked over to see what cell they had Nixon in, and if he had an attorney yet.

[rex 'r']

Rex called back and asked her to come in, then waited patiently. Not even a half hour later there was a knock on his desk. "I'm Zoey's mother..." He handed her the papers, had already talked to her about getting Britton out. She signed them all and he got up, unlocking Britton's cell and uncuffing him. "Britton Roberts, your charges have been dropped. If Mrs. Martyn is willing to drive you out, you may go." He patted her shoulder, and returned to his desk without another word of recognition and Zoey's mother waited for them to sign out all his charges before bringing him back to the house.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt took his possessions from the officer, walking out with his head down. He felt like he was getting off easy when everyone else had to do the time for their crimes. But most of all he felt bad for Rex, who wanted his baby and then lost it. 'And Nixon gets to sit there with a baby he doesn't even want..' He thought, reaching into the bag for his lip ring.

'You're so ignorant. I have to give you a ticket? You can't figure it out yourself?' That voice mocked.

'Figure what out?'

'I give you what you ask for and it's sitting right in front of you and you don't even see it. Ungrateful.'