Criminal (Jessie J) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 2: Question Time.

*Jessie's POV*

I was dragged from behind by the prison guard into another room. To be honest I didn't mind. I actually liked the contact; I found it arousing, even though the metal was digging into my wrists. "So, what's your name?" I asked the guard, who I thought was really sexy. "Amelia, you're not supposed to talk." She stated firmly. I smiled to myself as we approached the door to the room. "You know, for a prison officer you look really sexy." I slightly flirted with her as she found the key to the door, using her other hand to tightly grip my handcuffs. It hurt, but I didn't mind it from her. She looked down to me and I bit my lip. I think she was affected, but she covered up well so I didn't know.

*Amelia's POV*

Damn. This girl was already starting to have an effect on me. Over 5 years doing this job and she was the only person who had done this to me.  Sure there were woman that were sexy but this one was... different. I eventually found the key and unlocked the door.I walked through the door with the criminal, passing by the two guards at the doorway. I undid her handcuffs and closed the door as she let out a relaxed moan, something I didn't need to hear right now. I gestured for her to sit down opposite me and she obeyed, her very long legs coming into my view. I stayed professional though, I needed to.

"Name?"

"Jessica Cornish."

"Age?"

"25."

"Job?"

"This is like a date isn't it?" I looked up from my paper to see her wearing that same smirk she had earlier.

"Miss Cornish you are not entitled to speak other than answer the questions I ask you."

"And what if I don't?" She challenged me, raising an eyebrow.

"Miss Cornish, for your information there is a tape recorder recording everything you say, and a camera recording every single thing you do." I mentally congratulated myself for staying so professional. She just smirked again as I continued the questions. "Okay I'll ask again. Job?"

"Don't have one."

"Date of birth?"

"27th of March 1988."

"Place of birth?"

"Bit private isn't it-"

"Just answer the question." I was getting quite fustrated.

"Essex."

"Typical." I mumbled under my breath.

I sent Jessica to a holding cell and went to the office with Kane and Sam to discuss how long she is going to stay there.

"I think a year min." Sam started.

"What! No! 6 months..." I argued back. I stared down at my hands in embarrassment; I was being to lenient and everyone knew it.

"Why? You're always the one who's hard down on 'em. You like her don't you?" Kane teased me. I know what you're thinking. All these prison guards are 'boring' and 'have no life' but these two idiots couldn't be that at all. Kane probably seems like a tough guy and to the prisoners, he probably is. But to us he's a big old softie. Always there for you if you need a boost. (Sometimes literally... his 6'2 height helped a lot sometimes.) and Sam well, Sam is one of the sweetest guys you could meet. He's caring and lovable. I would even go as far as saying I would probably date him. If I was straight and he didn't have a girlfriend. He deserves to be loved though and they are perfect together anyway. "A bit." I said, still looking down.

"Amelia you can't give the girl 6 months. She has stolen a car, been under the influence of drugs and alcohol whilst driving. She has done this before too, getting away with it and you're going to give her 6 months just because you think the girl is hot." Sam lashed out at me; although they were softies they were very serious doing their job.

"No Sam, it's not just that. You don't know anything!" I stormed out of the office and back to where Jessica was. I was getting my own way with this...

*Jessie's POV*

I sat down on the cold bench patiently waiting for anything. Anyone. I looked around the stone walls. Nothing interesting. The only thing to keep me occupied was a window. I stared at the window for a few seconds until my eyes were burning from not blinking, then I looked away; I was going crazy. I felt like the window was talking to me, teasing me about the outside world. Making fun of me for letting my guards down too easily. The truth is I didn't. I had planned this. I planned to stay in prison. Why not? There was no point in carrying on with life. After Kira had cheated on me and my music career came crashing down, I didn't see the point. I started to feel claustrophobic; the walls were closing in on me. I couldn't get out. I couldn't escape. Then I heard a sound. "Miss Cornish?" The beautiful voice of Amelia was like angels to my ears. "Please just call me Jessie." I replied as she walked closer to me, eventually the only things that were blocking our way were the metal bars of the cell.

"OK so no bail has been called to you,"

"Course." I mumbled so she couldn't hear. My parents had given up on me a long time ago.

"So we have come to a decision. You will stay in here for..." I felt nervous all of a sudden, my sweaty palms giving evidence to that. She sighed then gave me the answer.

"3 months." I dropped my mouth open. Then everything was a blur, until I was put in another cell. I could hear men shouting and the walls were screaming at me. But there was nothing I could do about it.

The next thing I knew I had passed out. And when I would up I would be entering another life I had never imagined myself being in.

Being a criminal.