Cut! Time! ( Holland Fanfic )

Part 23

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"This is dumb." You grumble as you and Robert walk into a police station.

"Your the one who is getting creepy texts from a loonitic who killed your dad, not me." Robert says and walks in beside you.

"Whatever. I could of handled it on my own." You frown. "Plus, the LADP is taking car if it, not Atlanta."

"You know if you show the Atlanta police about this, it becomes FBI right?" Robert says and looks at you.

You scrunch your nose up and walk up to the desk. "How may I help you?" The officer asks.

"Well, just under a year ago my father was killed, and they got the warrant to arrest the suspect but she got away and now I'm getting creepy texts." You say and open your phone.

"(Y/n) (l/n)" The officer says at the front and you nod, wondering how she knew your name. "Can we see your phone?" You nod and had it over with the screen open to the page with the texts.

You and Robert go and sit down, and wait for an officer to come. "You didn't have to do this." You say and look over at him.

He shrugs. "Why not? Who's going to take care of you now." Robert smiles.

You give him a smile back and sigh. "My mom died during child birth. It's just been my dad and I for as long as I can remember. He introduced me to the world of directing and it's like I'm home again."

You look over at Robert Who's looking at you with a smile plastered across his face. Just then an officer comes up.

"Ms (l/n), can you come with us please?" The officer asks and you nod. Robert gives you a thumbs up and you walk off. They lead you into an interrogation room and tell you to wait a moment.

You wait roughly ten minutes before someone walks in. They are defiantly a higher rank, probably an FBI agent on how they are dressed. They have a suit on and short brown hair.

"I'm Special Agent Sealy Booth. I'm here about your fathers case." Booth says and sits down across from you. "Your father was killed April 2016?"

"Yeah. I was at the Civil War premier in New York. He never showed then I got an email from the LAPD saying he was killed." You shift in your seat.

"They didn't call you personally or ask you to come in?" He asks curiously.

"No. I don't think I've ever talked to them through the phone. Only in person or email." You think for a moment, thinking it is kind of weird.

"Your records show you were hospitalized twice within a few months. Can you explain why?" Booth reads the paper he has in front of him.

"The first time I was working on set and went back to my trailer to grab something. Someone attacked me and I was put into the hospital and I had a brain injury or something because it took me two weeks to wake up." You sit up straighter in your seat.

"The second time I went to a low class New Years Eve party and someone put poison in my drink and they had to pump my stomach." You recall that memory.

Booth writes that down and clicks his own a few times. "Were you ever a suspect for your fathers murder?" He asks and looks you right in the eye.

You take in a sharp breath. "No, I have a strict alibi. You can ask all my bosses." You say getting slightly defensive.

"Just making sure. We looked through your phone and looked through the texts. They are tracing the number right now." Booth says and stands up, pacing a bit. "When did you start receiving the texts?"

"Well, around the first time I was attacked. Then it stopped but it started again after the main suspect in the case went mission." You say and drum your hands on the table.

"Hannah Banks?" Booths stops and looks at you. You nod. "And you have her main phone in your contacts right?"

"Yeah, under Hannah." You twitch your mouth.

"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes." Booth grabs his papers and walks out and closes the door.

You rest your head on your hand and drum your fingers. You wonder why they asked each question, especially if you were ever a suspect. You wait about twenty minutes before Booth comes back in with your phone.

"The number is untraceable, with a burner cell. But if you ever receive a text or call from any unknown number it goes straight to our computers, okay?" He says, sliding your phone across the table.

"Thank you." You say and stand up. Booth walks over to the door and opens it for you.

"Call if you need anything." He hands you a card with his number on it and walks one way while you walk back to the waiting room.

Robert drives you back to set and you explain what will happen. But mostly it was silent. You head back to your trailer to do some paper work since you weren't part of filming today. Your phone binged and it was a text from Sam.

Sam💖

Hey Love.

Hey

Did you go to the
police about your
phone?

Yeah, they looked
at it and they will now get
any texts/calls I receive
from an unknown number.

That's great.

My birthday is in
two days.

Yes, I know Sam.

you've only reminded me
about a thousand times.

😂

Just making sure you
remember.

Why would  I forget my
boyfriends birthday?

I don't know love.

I really miss you.

I  miss you too.

Summer is to far
away.

I know.
It will be okay.

Are Tom and Haz still
on set,

No. They left yesterday
for the press tour.

I'll be joining them soon
for a few days. Then I'm
back here in Atlanta.

That's sweet.

Anyway, I have to go.
I love you.

I love you too

A/N: Lmao I added Booth from
bones in here cause I can. Did anyone catch that?
I'm on break now so hopefully I'll update more !