Return to Me 3 (Peter Parker/Spider-Man X Reader)

Part 8

Kate Ortega was a tall, dark-haired woman with strong, sharp eyes and a personality to match. She had six brothers, all older than her, who had gone on to become successful at anything they tried. She was constantly living in their shadows and had set out to prove herself her entire life. Her work as a detective was no different. She was known for getting the job done quickly and never beating around the bush. Her captain wouldn't allow her to speak to high profile people unless absolutely necessary, as she always had a sharp word to share with them. She was often called to clean up big messes in short time frames, something that she prided herself in. This time was no different. The Queens precinct 111 had some sort of emergency. The report stated that a janitor had been murdered the night before and the lead suspect was a forensics tech in the same precinct. The case wreaked of an interoffice disagreement gone too far. The evidence was stacked against the tech, she had means, motive, opportunity, and no alibi. This was going to be open and shut if Kate had any say in the matter. She pulled into the precinct parking garage and turned off her engine. First impressions were important. She knew that the detectives and officers were going to view her as an outsider against one of their own, but she would see justice done no matter what. She quickly touched up her lipstick in the review mirror and got out of the car. She walked inside, ready for the onslaught of grumpy and disapproving faces she was sure she would get. To her surprise, the precinct seemed to be moving along like any other day. A man she knew to be the captain approached her.

"Detective Ortega, thank you for coming in. We needed an outside eye on this case considering it involves two of our own. I trust we can deal with this quickly and quietly?" Captain Brody asked.

"Absolutely," Kate replied, "I'd like to look over any new information and then I will question the suspect," she answered with no emotion in her voice.

"Of course, right this way. You can set yourself up in the conference room," the captain replied as he led Kate down the hall toward the room. Upon entering, Kate noticed a file on the table. "Here you go, I'll leave you to it," Captain Brody stated and left. Kate opened the file and looked at the new information that had come from the lab that morning. The evidence was overwhelming against the suspect. There was blood on her shoes and in her home. She wasn't going to be soft just because this was someone who worked at the precinct. She had everything she needed for an arrest. It was time to go talk to this Y/N Parker and give her a chance to tell her side of the story before she was taken to prison. Kate had made up her mind, Y/N was guilty.

Kate gathered up some papers into the file and walked to the bathroom. She checked her reflection in the mirror, wanting to look intimidating and perfect. When she was satisfied, she turned and walked toward the interrogation room holding Y/N Parker.

You had been sitting in the small interrogation room for nearly 3 hours. After Detective Lewis had talked to you earlier, no one else had been in the room. You were tired, cold, and hungry. You knew that you looked a mess since you had literally rolled out of bed when the detective arrive at your door that morning. You were becoming anxious, surely they had found something by now. You quickly heard the sound of the door opening and turned, expecting to see Detective Lewis ready to let you leave, but instead you saw a tall, beautiful woman with a stern look on her face. You had never seen her before and she didn't look kind. Her face, while beautiful, sported a harsh look of disapproval. She held a file in her hand and placed it on the table in front of a chair opposite you. She quickly sat down and stared at you. After a minute, she spoke.

"I understand you are Y/N Parker? My name is Kate Ortega, I am taking over as lead detective on this case," you opened your mouth to protest, but she continued before you could get a word out. "Detective Lewis has been deemed too close to this case, so I will be continuing from here on out." She looked at you, measuring you up. Your heart plummeted knowing that Detective Lewis wasn't on the case anymore. You didn't know this woman, you didn't trust her. She spoke again, interrupting your thoughts. "I'm not going to beat around the bush, things don't look good for you. I am going to give you a chance to explain yourself."

You took a deep breath and then explained with as much detail as you could remember everything about Justin's harassment the last few weeks and the events of the night before. Throughout your conversation, you kept your eyes on the table. You had looked at Kate once, but she looked completely apathetic to what you were say, almost annoyed that you were speaking at all. When you finished telling her your recollection of events, you looked at her and waited. She took a deep breath, then stood up from the table. You sat on the edge of your seat, confused by her actions.

"Did you happen to have any soda last night?" she asked quickly.

"No," you replied honestly.

"Hmm..." she said. You were entirely confused about her soda question. What did it matter if you had soda last night? You began to doubt her ability to clear your name. Suddenly, Kate approached the table again, grabbed the file and walked toward the door. You felt defeated, knowing that you would be left sitting in this chair for an indefinite amount of time. "Y/N Parker, you are under arrest for the murder of Justin Beaumont. We will be transferring you to the county jail, where you will be held without bail until your trial, momentarily," she stated in a monotone voice, sounding annoyed and ready to be done with her task.

"What?! You can't be serious! Please, let me talk to Detective Lewis or Dr. Stafford. It's extremely important," you protested, fear beginning to grip at you.

"You don't get privileges. Stop yelling," she commanded, still annoyed, and walked out the door. You sank down into your chair, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You jumped as an officer you didn't know entered the room. He put handcuffs on your wrists and took you to a holding area. There, you were forced to put on a blue jumpsuit and leave your belongings with Detective Ortega. Faster than you could've imagined, you were shuffled into the back of a police van, chains around your ankles and wrists. The door was slammed shut and you were left in silence. You finally allowed the tears to spill over and run down your cheeks. Peter would figure out what was going on. He would save you. The van began moving and your heart raced, wondering what would await you at the county jail.