Get Too Close

Well shit.

Well shit.

Decan is so gonna kill me this time.

"Do I at least get a call? It's within my rights, you know." Deslyn Staziak asks the cop hastily.

He's currently being led down the hall of the station and about to be put in a cell for the night.

Guess that's what you get for trying to pickpocket a cop...

"Fine." The cop -G. Anderson, it says on his name tag- Mumbles and walks him over to the phones on the wall.

He stands there while Deslyn calls his brother, and Decan picks up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" Decan answers.

"Hey, how's my favorite brother!" Deslyn says, putting on an act and sucking up to his older brother in hopes it works in his favor; which it usually does.

"What did you do." Decan says exasperatedly.

"Oh nothing," Deslyn down plays his situation in hopes that Decan will just come get him soon.

"I'm just gonna hang at station for a while until you come pick me up."

"Name." Decan states. He's not asking. He needs to know who he has to sweet talk tonight -cop to cop you know?- to get me out of potential jail time.

He's just the best. Deslyn smiles to himself smugly.

"G. Anderson." He says slightly quieter so the cop doesn't overhear and start asking questions.

"Fine, I'll be there soon. Don't do anything else in the meantime." Decan hangs up the phone, and Deslyn puts it back when he hears the line click and the dial tone.

Anderson grabs Deslyn once more and leads him to a holding cell, so Deslyn takes a seat next to a guy with some really blonde hair, and not a word is said the rest of the time.

About half an hour later, Deslyns' name is being called, and he's led out of the cell and back into his brother's custody.

The walk to the car is silent, and Deslyn starts to pannic a little bit when he sees Nicky -Decans' wife, and basically Deslyns's mother- in the drivers seat.

"I'm in trouble, aren't I." Deslyn says when he's seated in the back of the car.

"No, you're not in trouble." Decan says. Eerily calm.

"Do you know what time it is?" Nicky pipes up.

"My phone's dead." Deslyn whispers.

She sighs and pulls out of the parking lot.

"We'll talk in the morning. Okay?" She says softy, then yawns.

Deslyn feels bad for making them come out here this late at night. Well, morning, he glanced at the head unit of the car and read a time of four fifty-six in the morning.

"Yeah." Deslyn replies, continuing to pick at his nails and look out the window.

The rest of the ride is spent in silence, and by the time they pull into the driveway, Deslyn sees the sunrise and feels even worse.

Decan unlocks the front door and locks it behind everyone before Nicky is giving everyone a hug and a kiss and going back to sleep in her and Decans shared bedroom.

"It's getting out of hand. Tell me what I can do to make it better," Decan looks at Deslyn expectantly, waiting, hoping for an answer.

"You can't. You've already done what you can, and I'm sorry. I'm really trying. It just doesn't always work." Deslyn says sadly. He crosses his arms and looks at the hard wood flooring instead of at his brother.