Phases Eight

Phase 38 Shining lights

"I'm busted in this cell for the second time in a month and still I don't know what I did!" Jake huffed a melancholic tune, inclining his head towards Barbara who was comfortably seated on his lap.

Barbara batted her eyelashes at Jake, "Baby doll, no worries. I'll find us a way out."

"If you didn't try to steal the officer's gun we won't be here at all" Jake scowled, "Your kleptomania has got me imprisoned twice. Did you hear me? Twice!"

Jake was heartened that they were not arrested in their real identity. Their names were Mia Scott and Noah Davis in the official records, but few of the cops were trying to recognize him from last time, shooting 'I know what you did last summer' kind of looks.

Barbara's lips puckered, afflicted by Jake's accusation,"Don't try to deny, you partnered me in my crimes. You craved for the bike, you borrowed it from me, you got caught. Borrowing a thief's property is also theft-"

"Unless I was in a trance that you were just a beautiful girl and not a psychotic robber" commented Jake.

Barbara's eyelashes fluttered, now vigorously. "Beauty is dangerous Jake. Well, on the second crime when you were kissing me-"

"I wasn't kissing you!" said Jake, his voice resembling a shriek.

"Oh well I understand. You were taking my breath as I'm breathtakingly gorgeous" she wriggled her shoulders and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. I was kissing.. How can I tell that to you? It was.. " Jake slid his fingers into his magenta dyed hair and closed his wrist, supporting his elbows over his knees "I wasn't.. Arrrrrrgggghhhh..."

"Give up, will you?" Barbara scorned, "You were afraid of the revolver. That's why I stole it. I will be always there to protect you darling." she said, cupping Jake's cheek.

"I'm afraid of you. What are you gonna do about that?" Jake shrugged nonchalantly.

"Really? I suggest using protection" Barbara winked. She leaned forward and pecked Jake's forehead.

"Forget I asked such a question" Jake mumbled. He tried dismounting her from his lap but surprisingly for her weight she was immovable.

"Stop smooching both of you, this is not your room" shouted a extremely hoarse voice. The cop standing on the other side of the bars was plump and chubby with a pink colored face that made Jake doubt whether the voice really belonged to him or he was really a genuine cop.

Barbara sprung up from his lap and for the first time in an hour Jake could feel blood circulation in his legs. She held the bars and squeezed her face through it like a kid watching a roller coaster, "Open the door, I need to use the comfort room" She commanded like a monarch ordering his slave. The cop budged and eventually opened the cell to let her out.

Jake's mouth dropped to the floor, "Women rule the world" he muttered under his breath.

Minutes passed Barbara didn't come back. Jake was apprehended. He walked to the bars and called the cop, "Could you go check on her. I don't think leaving her out is a good idea. Basically she's the criminal. I'm a victim. She kidnapped me in the mansion."

"You didn't say this while giving your statement. What do you take us for? Are we here to listen your bluff?" bawled the cop lazily.

"Ah..These people have no idea what she is capable of" while rubbing the side of his head Jake noticed Amy slipping out of the station in a huge unfitting NYPD uniform. She pressed her index finger against her lips ushering him to be silent. Jake believed she was Barbara until Barbara's words echoed in his head.