Chimera | H.S Mature

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*Samantha's POV*

"Jacob please calm down!" I exclaimed, to which he threw up his arms with an exasperated sigh before slamming them back on the table.

"How am I supposed to calm down?! You are accusing me of some crime that I haven't even committed!" His voice carried around the room, echoing off the smooth white walls and bouncing around us.

"With all due respect, Sir, how do I know that you haven't committed this crime?" I pressed, my voice heavy with the effort I had exerted throughout the interview.

"Because I didn't!" he screamed, slamming his hands on the desk once more. I sighed and glanced up at the clock perched on the wall, 2 hours we had been here and I was spent, both emotionally and mentally.

"Right, the time is 4.23. I am calling this interview to a halt and we will reconvene tomorrow" I said, more to the recording device that has been vigorously whirring away in the corner all the while. With one click the machine fell silent and I pulled the small tape from its mounting, sliding it into the folder with the rest of my papers from the interview.

"What happens to me now?" Jacob asked, sliding back in his chair and folding his arms firmly across his chest. It occurred to me only briefly that the muscles in his biceps didn't stand out the way Harry's did when he folded his arms in such a way. I scowled at myself and focused on his question.

"Well you are under arrest for the time being, so until our investigations are concluded and we are satisfied that you have nothing to do with this, like you say, you'll be staying at Her Majesty's pleasure" I said, my lips quirky up slightly at his horrified expression. I found it hard to pity him, if he was indeed guilty as I suspected he was, he should get used to spending a night in the cells.

"You're keeping me in a cell?" he questioned, but the raise of his brow confirmed that the already knew the answer. I nodded but said nothing more as I collected my things, rising from my chair. Jacob was quick to follow me to his feet.

"Someone will return soon to show you to your cell" I said with a short nod. Jacob scowled and slumped back into his chair with a huff, arms resuming their protective stance across his chest. I didn't dare glance at him again as I left the room, making sure to pull the door firmly behind me and pausing until I heard the click of the lock. The second I entered the bright hallway, all the bravado and fight I had sitting at that desk fell away and all I felt was exhaustion. Jacob was a strong willed man, stubborn and loud in every way. His persistent denial and growing frustration at my lack of co-operation did nothing to sooth my stormy mood, and as I stalked back to my office, I could feel myself scowling at the floor.

I would not have been surprised if the sigh that slipped from my lips as I collapsed into my desk chair could be heard all the way down the corridor, and the irritation I felt at having realised I had left the office door open should not have been nearly as great.

I slumped backwards, rubbing two cold fingertips to my eyes in an effort to relieve some of the pressure that was beginning to build behind them.

"Tough day?" a voice said from the doorway. With a start I removed my fingers from my eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the blurry figure in the doorway. Harry smirked at my disorientated state, taking a step into the room and closing the door behind him, his slender fingers flicking the lock with one swift motion before he focused back on me.

"What are you doing here?" I grumbled quietly, my head falling back against the chair and my eyes drifting shut, the stresses of the day consuming my body. Harry said nothing but I could hear him approach and shuffle in front of me. When I opened my eyes he was perched on the edge of the desk, that same smirk pulling at his lips and causing his dimple to pop in his cheek. I stared him down with raised brows, an action he copied until I was forced to blink and he beamed in triumph. I sighed once more.