Solangelo Oneshots

Jail (Love) Birds Part Two

Will's POV
"Piper, who was that?" I ask.
"The scum of the Earth." Piper answered. "Nico Di Angelo."
"Ooooh. Drama. What'd he do to you?"
"That's none of your business, Solace."
"Piper. You've got to know that you just said the most enticing words in existence. Now you've got to tell me." I whined. I doubt most people would talk to their lawyer like this, but I'm not most people. I'm utterly fabulous. Also, Piper and I are close. I cured her dad when no one else would accept their insurance and they couldn't afford treatment. So yeah, Piper's my best friend. She also happens to be my lawyer.
"I'm not going to tell, you William." She sighs. She rarely sighs, so it's my sign to let it go. I'll get it out of her eventually, when she's ready.
"Fine." I respond. "But let's talk about something. What's new in law town?"
"Law town?" She laughs.
"Um, is there an echo?"
"Well, my fiancé just arrested a guy I'm trying to prove innocent. So that's something." Piper's fiancé is the local police captain, always trying to prove people guilty. And Piper's a defense lawyer, trying to prove them innocent. It was hilarious how much they used to hate each other, except the many times it got physical. That wasn't so funny. Now whenever Piper chastises me for stealing dogs, I can just say, "knife fight with Reyna." And Piper usually stops yelling at me.

Nico's POV
I plop onto my bed with a sigh. Today was amazing. I mean, yeah, I saw a guy grope an old woman in an alley. And yeah, I got arrested for stabbing him. But it was worth it. I met a super hot guy in jail. Plus, some guy with an uneven beard and three missing teeth. And Thalia Grace. Thalia Grace was my sister's best friend before she was killed. Forget Panic! At the Disco, it's time for PTSD! In the holding cell. Just thinking about Bianca makes me angry. She was such a good person. She had her entire life in front of her. She had just gotten into her dream school, she had a ton of friends, and.... I can't. I still get sad when I think about it. And then I get mad. She was going to have a wonderful life, and he ruined it. He killed her. They ruled her death an accident, said that asshole was innocent. That day, they destroyed me. And I was determined to set things right as best as I could.

Things couldn't ever be set right. Not while she was dead. But I could do the next best thing. I could make sure it would never happen to anyone else. I would make sure no one would have to suffer like I did, no one would lie awake at night, knowing that one was murdered and not being able to prove it.

So I studied. And I fought. And I did everything possible to ensure criminals were put away. But I was not cut out to be a police officer, as I was too close to almost every situation. Child abuse? Robbery? Rape? Murder? I couldn't handle it, and I am so ashamed. But I did the next best thing. I became the best damn lawyer in the state. I put away bad guys and I look good doing it. I can't arrest people because it's too close to home, but I can make sure they stay arrested. That's easy. So that's what I do.

I made a lot of friends in the Police Academy. That why all I have to do is smile and they drop all charges. My ex boyfriend Percy is a detective, and we're still on very good terms, and so he helps me. Even if he can't, I can get myself off. Wait, no. That sounds so wrong. But you know what I mean. And my best friend is the police captain. Captain Ramirez-Arellano is a badass. She can intimidate anyone. All I had to do today was tell her what happened, and she told me to leave. So here I am, lying on my bed, thinking about the hot blond guy I met.

I dream the same thing I dream every night. I was walking down the street, as nerdy and naive as always. I thought that while things were hard right then, it would be fine in the long term. My dad would accept my gayness, my sister would become the best in her field, and I would be fine. Everything would be fine.

Then the scene switches. I see myself staring at Bianca's cold, dead body. I scream. I see the blood splattered against the wall, the bone sticking out of her arm from when she had tried to fight. It was clear to me what had happened. My sister, Bianca, the most amazing person in the world, had just been murdered.

I see myself sitting in the court room, replaying what I saw that cold, cruel night. I see the murder sitting across the room, smirking. At the time I thought it was an airtight plan. I tell them what happen, they talk to the witnesses, they check the security tape, he goes to prison for murder. But that's not what happened. He was found innocent on all charges except one, the penalty for which was a small fine.

I see her casket. I know what her body looks like, I'm glad the casket is closed. I don't want anyone to see her like this, arms bent in odd angles and a missing eye. I love her. And now she was gone.

I wake up and make myself a strong pot of coffee. I drink way too much than is healthy, but I have work to do. As a prosecutor attorney, I have to have cold hard facts to prove this son of a bitch to be guilty. So I get out my files and go through them again, writing the important bits in my notepad, putting the others back in the cabinet. This particular guy says he didn't rob a doctors' office for pain killers. I kinda feel bad for him, addiction is a disorder. But that's the job, so I pull out the evidence and put it in my briefcase.

Will's POV
With all the chaos of the previous day, I had forgotten about the robbery. Someone stolen a bunch of pain killers from the doctors office where I work. I'm scheduled to testify in court today, and I can barely believe that I had once again forgotten something this important. I mean, had a lot on my plate right now. But still. So that is why I am sitting (15 minutes early with a cup of disgusting, cheap gas station coffee in my hand) on a bench inside this way too big building. You think I would be late, seeing as how I had completely forgotten about today and the events I had planned, but nope. When I get stressed, I rush. And I stop at a gas station and get the worst, most watered down coffee I have ever had the displeasure of drinking in my entire existence. And I get places early, because I feel as if I don't, I will miss the event in its entirety.

"Hey. What're you doing here?" I ask him. He turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"I'm a lawyer, Solace." Nico Di Angelo says. "We've established this. I'm working in the room over there." He nods toward the door from which I exited just moments before. "I'm proving this guy guilty. What are you doing here? On trial for stealing dogs?" He smirks at me in a manner I hope is meant to be seductive.
"No." I glare. "I'm working the same thing as you. I'm a doctor at that place." Nico nodded, seeming to be impressed by my line of work. "Well," Nico said to me. Oh my god, he's about to ask me out! "I usually hate doctors."
Oof.  He shrugs. "But you seem okay."
"So kind of you to approve." I roll my eyes.
"Ignoring that." He says, his eyes narrowed."As I was saying, I usually don't mix personal and professional, but I also usually hate doctors. And the second thing is off, so.... here goes." He takes a deep breath, "Do you want to go out with me?" I open my mouth to respond, but I don't. He hands me a slip of card stock and walks back inside the courtroom.

I get home and collapse onto the floor. I'm only a foot from my bed, and only a few more to a chair, but I like the floor. And I'm feeling lazy. So I crawl toward my bed like a worm, if a worm was six feet tall and a mammal. Are worms mammals? Probably not. I mean, they're worms. I inch my way over to my bed and pull a slip of paper from my back pocket. On the front it says 'Nico Di Angelo' and below that, 'prosecuting attorney' and below that was written a phone number. So, maybe he was kidding this was his business card. I turn it around so I can tear it in half without having to see his business number, but there's another number on the back. It's written in pen, and dang. He's got good handwriting. I compare the number on the front to the new, handwritten number. They're different numbers, so I call the second one, and I get voicemail. He must be out. 'You've reached Nico Di Angelo, please leave a message. Also, if this is Enrique, I'm not into you and you need to accept that. The healthy thing for you to do is move on. Please. Okay, leave a message!"

I leave a message. He calls me back almost immediately. "Hey. Is this Will?" He asks.
"Yep!" I respond. "So... you gave me your number, excellent penmanship by the way, and told me to call you."
"Yes, I did." He responds. I hear a guy squealing in the background. I also hear what I imagine is Nico putting his hand over the phone and shouting "Calm down, Jason!" He stops talking this Jason character and starts talking to me. "So, Will, are you free this Sunday?"
"Yes."
"If you give me your address, I can pick you up at five."
"Oh! Okay!" I give him my address and I can almost hear him smiling. Or maybe that's Jason's constant squealing. Either way, it's a win for everyone.