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Ichirou was stressing out, and no one knew exactly why, except him. Deep down inside, he felt as if something was off, something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It was nothing at the gym though. Everything seemed peachy keen, but he still felt off.
So he did what he normally would do when things weren't right. Pack up his things and venture onto the city, wanting nothing more than to see his wife. It didn't take that long before he was on his way. But it took him a bit longer to get to her office, due to the traffic — nothing he couldn't handle.
Half way through his ride over, he stopped by the local florist and picked up a nice sized bouquet filled with Aayla's favorite flowers, then onto the store next door and bought some of her favorite candy — which is Mike and Ike's — and some snacks. Anything to bring a smile to her face. The smile he adored more than anything in this world.
After spending a slight $200, once again, Ichirou was on his way. The ride only took fifteen more minutes and that feelings never went away. It was bothering him, but he ignored it, and hurried inside the office, noticing that it was a bit more busy, yet empty. He wanted to question it, but went against it, knocking on his wife's office door only to be shocked when it opened and a man, with an FBI jacket answered it.
"Who are you and why are you in my wife's office?" Ichirou asked before peeking past his shoulder, seeing more people with jackets similar to the man were walking around the office as well. "Where's Aayla?"
***
Aayla didn't know what to think what to expect when she was being transferred over to the holding cell, back at the precinct, but as she was ushered inside, she made sure to glance around and check out her surroundings, though she was sure she wouldn't see this part for a long time.
The next hour was the longest process she ever had to deal with. She had her mugshot taken, then they took her finger prints — digitally, of course — then they strip searched her, like she was some criminal. But to everyone around her, she was just some criminal. But deep inside she knew she was innocent, and she would do anything to prove it.
After all of that was said and done, she was forced to stay in a holding cell for the night and in doing so, she was allowed to call someone. At least that's what the COs told her.
Aayla punched in the familiar ten-digit number before leaning against the wall and waiting, hoping for an answer. But after what seemed like a lifetime -- but was only 40 seconds-- the call went to voicemail. She hung her head low, fighting back her tears before placing the phone receiver back on the wall, and trying again. This time, another number she had memorized.
But to no avail, no answer. She was slowly giving up on hope, knowing that she was alone, but when she called one last number, it was picked up and she waited, hoping that they accept the charges, and luckily they did. She waited a couple more seconds before she got the prompt to speak.
