TRAVELLER

Chapter 3

A deep voice cut through the ever-growing tension, "I think we'll take it from here."

In a way, I was grateful for the release from the two officers that kept me prisoner under their watchful accusing stares, however painful I'm sure the police interviews could be a lot worse, depending on who they put in here with me. And I got it I understood, in any other circumstances it would make sense for me to exclaim and attempt to prove my innocence but how could I explain something that I knew nothing about. I wasn't even awake.

So what was I to do? How could I approach this without being locked up in a mental ward of a hospital for insanity?

No one would believe me...

"And just who are you, waltzing in here. Badges. Now. I have authority in this station, so I don't know who you thin..."

"FBI. Agent Smith and Smith, no relation.. and for the matter of authority, I think you'll find we have authority over this detainee" The deep voice cut the officer off again, a hint of impatientness rising in his tone as he spoke.

I looked up to the familiar voice. 

Where I knew it from I couldn't figure out, not until my eyes met the faces of the two men which were now standing only a couple of feet away from me.

With wide eyes my eyes shot between both the men,"Shit" I whispered under my breath in the realisation that there stood Jensen and Jared. Rather than making sense, this just confused me further. My first thought was that I must obviously be on a hidden camera tv show for fans but seriously there was no way they would have been able to pull this shit off. I mean I'm a fan but I wouldn't say I'm in the fandom, I've watched all the series, yeah, but I only started watching them a couple of months ago. No one really knows I watch the show and there are way more fans that they would have chosen first like the ones that go to all the conventions or buy all the merchandise. Plus there is no way they could have done all this without me knowing or without my permission, there's just no way. Surely not.

But then again what is the other logical explanation? They have look-a-likes that are actual FBI agents. No these were definitely them.

All heads snapped to me. This was the first time I'd spoken. I suppose it wasn't the best choice for a first word.

I tipped my head down quickly to avoid all of their eyes. Shit. Fuck. Bugger. Arseholes. Bastards. Cunts. Shitting hell.. what on gods earth do I do. How do I approach this?

Going back to talk about this case, I heard the now 'shitting it' officer explain in a quiet whisper, to the FBI agents, what I had supposedly done. "..We haven't been able to get our hands on the clubs security footage yet but with what we've heard from the only surviving victim and from what people around the crime scene heard, I think were in for an ea.... I mean, you're in an easy prosecution. We don't know how she did it but well I guess well be leaving it up to you guys and the rest of the feds now to get that information out of her."

"Thanks, bud. I think we've got the gist of it. We'll let you know if we need anything else." Jensen put on the fakest Dean like smile and slapped officer one on the back a little too hard to be a friendly 'we've got it from here', which earned a slight glare from Jared. Watching them together made me smile a little.

They didn't notice my amusement however as Jensen was waiting at the door getting a bit impatient with the slow-moving police officers that were both taking their time to exit the room. As soon as the last foot crossed the threshold the door was already closed behind them both. 

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