A/N Hey! It's been a while and for that, I am SO sorry, but I've given my head a wobble and I'm hoping to get back to posting semi-regularly until I've finished this fic, I really hope you enjoy the next chapters :) x
A/N 2.0 - trigger warning - Sexual assault / Rape - Also the offender in this chapter is a real offender, however, he was active in the 00's rather than 90's so for the sake of the fic we're gonna pretend it was the 90's - thank you :)
Jo arrived at Washington State Department of Corrections about ten minutes before she was scheduled to arrive, she needed to be on time for this, plus arriving early gave her plenty of time to go through the process of handing over her gun and badge at the entrance. She felt nervous for the interview, but at the same time she knew she'd prepared as much as she possibly could, she'd spent hours studying the case files, she'd read the transcripts of previous interviews that detectives and police officers had had with Marc O'Leary, she knew everything down to his medical history. Marc O'Leary had been convicted of six rapes over a three year period, the first victim an 18 year old girl hadn't been believed by police at the time and was even charged with false report of rape, the police had effectively bullied her into recanting her statement- Joanne had been outraged by this, it made total sense to her why people wouldn't come forward about such crimes when law enforcement couldn't be trusted to believe victims. One thing Jo had always wanted to change was how sexual assault survivors were treated by both law enforcement but also the judiciary, people should be able to report crimes safely without fear of ridicule or not being believed.
Marc was in the interview room before Jo, she had opted to let him sit for a few minutes before she'd introduce herself. She wanted a little bit of extra time to review the case and her knowledge of it. She adjusted her ponytail and blazer before opening the door and stepping inside, as soon as she entered the room she felt Marc's animalistic gaze on her, she pushed it aside as she sat down opposite him,
"Hello Mr O'Leary, I'm agent Taylor- I was hoping we could have a little chat." Joanne said calmly, the man across from her gave an unnerving grin, she observed the way he sat in his chair - looking her up and down like she were his prey, she couldn't help but be thankful that he was shackled to the metal table he licked his lips before responding to her,
"Please call me Marc, what do you want to talk about Miss Taylor?" Joanne had to stop herself from rolling her eyes,
"Okay Marc, and it's agent Taylor- I just wanted to talk about what you did to get in here."
The interview with Marc hadn't been particularly successful, he hadn't shared anything with Joanne other than his opinions about her body which made her skin crawl, however as always she had managed to maintain her poker face and redirected the conversation back to business. As soon as the interview had concluded and O'Leary had been taken back to his cell, she remained in the room for a few minutes quickly jotting down her notes that she had not been able to make during the interview, she had had hated how he looked at her, but she knew that she'd be able to use his misogyny to her advantage in the future interviews. She made notes about the type of rapist he presented as based on how he had spoken to her, and from the evidence she had seen in the case files; he was an anger rapist- the aim of this type of offender is to debase and humiliate their victims, knowing what the women he attacked went through made Joanne feel genuinely sick to her stomach- her mind wandered back to the night when Matthew had followed her back from the bar, it reminded her how lucky she was to get away from him that night.
On her drive home from the prison Jo felt although she could cry, she felt completely drained from the interview and dreaded going back in a few days time; she considered how much it meant to Eddie that she was in a safer work environment and then considered how it made her feel stepping away from the thing she truly loved, her stomach churned as it dawned on her that she was annoyed with Eddie.
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Fanfiction1991 Seattle, three women have been murdered now the Seattle branch of the FBI are requesting the help of Interpol, the young Interpol agent Joanne Taylor finds herself been sent from the UK to America to help solve the case, during this case Joanne...