#2 Our City, Our Rules (A Chicago P.D./Chicago Fire Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 "Kim and Leslie in Custody"

A few days later, Kim was out at lunch when she received a call. She ignored the first call and kept eating, but the person called three more times. She finally decided to answer it.

"Can this wait? I'm trying to eat." She said in a huff as she answered the phone.

"Good afternoon, detective."

"Who is this?"

"Commander Voight."

"Is there something wrong? You don't sound too great."

"I'm fine, um..."

"What is it?"

"You're a suspect in the Wendy Peterson murder."

"I haven't stepped foot near Wendy Peterson in two weeks!"

"You had motive to kill her."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Her body was found late last night."

"I didn't kill her! I was at my parents' house last night!"

"Would they provide an alibi for you?"

"I wouldn't kill her! Trust me, I hated her. I'm not dumb enough to go and kill her!"

"Come down to the district."

She slammed her phone down on the table, almost cracking the screen.

"What's wrong?" Her mother asked.

"They think I killed Wendy."

"My son's ex?" Angela asked.

"Her body was found late last night, now everyone thinks I killed her."

"Well...did you?"

"NO! I'm a detective for crying out loud. I arrest people that commit crimes like this!"

"Go down there and sort this out."

"Mom, I was at your house all night last night. I didn't do this!"

"I know you were, and I know you didn't kill Wendy. Go tell them that."

"I'm sorry to cut lunch short, but I need to go tell them before someone loses a limb."

"Go do what you have to do." Angela told her. "I got the bill covered."

She walked in and slammed her bag on Platt's desk.

"What's got you so angry?"

"Where's Voight?"

Trudy pointed to the office left of the entrance. Camille was typing hurriedly on her keyboard. Kim knocked on the door and was waved inside.

"What's this about, Camille?"

"Everyone thinks it was you."

"What do you mean by 'everyone'?"

"Everyone that steps foot in this district."

"I was at my parents' house last night, all night. They have outdoor video camera facing every exit in the house. Go watch the tapes. You don't see me once outside!"

"Can your parents vouch for your whereabouts last night?"

"Of course they can! I'm not gonna sit here and be accused of something I didn't do!"

"I need to you to write a statement." Camille said, shoving a pen and pad of paper to Kim.

"She will not be writing anything. I know she didn't do it." A man's voice said.

They both turned around to see Bob standing there.

"She didn't kill her. You're accusing an innocent person."

"Officer Ruzek, this doesn't concern you."

"She would never kill anybody."

"And how do you know that?"

"She couldn't hurt anyone even if she wanted to. Kim, let's go."

She buzzed them in and as they were walking upstairs, she turned to him.

"Bob, you didn't have to do that for me. I could've defended myself."

"She always needs something to cause a fuss over."

"Where's Shay?" She asked when they got upstairs.

Hank pointed to the interrogation room, where Lieutenant Belden was questioning her. Kim went to go in there, but Antonio grabbed her arm.

"You'll get in trouble. They're just asking her questions. No one said she did it."

"Another person pulled under the wheel of Commander Voight. I'm not gonna sit here and let them accuse my best friend of killing someone. She wouldn't do that."

"She did threaten her a few days ago, didn't she?"

"She would NEVER EVER kill someone!"

"Kim, just go to your desk. Alright?"

"Your not my father, Antonio. I said I'm not gonna sit here while they go around accusing innocent people!"

"That's all he ever does. I hate him."

"Don't we all?"

Kim turned the door handle and walked in. Belden looked over at her. "No thanks, Detective Ruzek, we got it."

"I wasn't talking to you, Belden."

"This is interference."

"Accusing innocent people wasn't in your job description."

"We're only questioning her because she's a suspect. In your trash can we found a ripped up, crumpled photograph of Ms. Peterson and in Ms. Shay's house, we found a dented trophy. It had blood on it and hair."

She kicked his chair across the room. "Leslie Shay is not a murderer! Someone planted those there and made it look like we did it!"

He got up. "I could have you suspended for this!"

"Take my badge if you want. I know the truth. We didn't do it and that's the last time I'm gonna tell you."

"Unless you can physically prove-"

"I have nothing to prove except our innocence. Call my parents. They'll vouch for me. Call Kelly Severide, he can vouch for Leslie."

"Both of you are suspended from duty. Hand over the badges."