Cold-Blooded

Suspect #8/G-Eazy

Lauren's POV

"Stay waiting here," I said to Camila.

"Gerald?!" Camila asks when she sees her brother.

"You too huh?" Gerald looks up at his little sister.

"Yeah," Camila enters the cell and hugs her older brother.

"Sorry to interrupt but we need you now Gerald," I speak up.

"Oh um yeah... Be careful little sis," He says towards Camila.

Gerald exits the cell and I hold his shoulder as I close the cell. I smile towards Camila and she returns a shy one. I lead Gerald towards the interrogation room. I open the door and he walks in sitting down in front of Zayn. I sit down next to the English boy and Gerald looks around.

"You got a cig Lieutenant?" Gerald asks me.

I pull out my pack of cigarettes and hold it up to him. He reaches over and takes one. I slide the lighter towards him and he lights up the end. Gerald slides the lighter back to me and I put it away.

"How's your day been Gerald?" I asked.

"It's going," He responds.

"I know this came out of nowhere for you and your sister but considering you guys know a lot about what happens around here I thought you guys will give us the most information," I explain.

"Well I'm pretty sure that idiot Colson missed out important parts," Gerald says.

"He gave us valid information," I defend the blond boy.

"Well for me I knew that idiot Michael," Gerald begins.

"What was he like?" I asked.

"You already heard. He was a dick to anyone. However for the media he came off as this sweet English boy from London but when the curtains were closed that wasn't the case," Gerald says.

"His wife? Did you know about her?" I asked.

"Of course I did. She was a sweet Australian woman, definitely deserved someone better than that prick. She always stayed home, Michael owning her heart and love while that less of a man went on to cheat on her. When he requested Camila I always told my little sis to not do it," He explains.

"Why did she?" I asked.

"Have you met Austin? He will force anything, he's an asshole," Gerald says.

"You left Chicago after the tragic, why did you?" I asked.

Gerald bites his lower lip and takes another hit from his cigarette. "Mainly because I couldn't handle my mother's death. But I also couldn't bear to continue seeing half of the people in this shitty place. Most of them were assholes."

"Did you come back for your dad and for Camila?" I asked.

"Why else would I come back? I mean I guess I missed your interesting character Lieutenant," Gerald says earning a shy smile from me.

"You probably didn't like what I did to your sister," I whisper.

"Don't take me up on my words. I'll kill you if you'll do it again. Not a threat Lieutenant I just want Camila happy for once," Gerald says.

"No it's okay," I touch Zayn's shoulder to keep him seated. "I understand."

"Okay, so what else do you want to know?" Gerald asks.

"Did Michael ever pissed off the wrong person?" I asked.

"He pissed off so many people that would literally murder him but they didn't have the balls until now. I'm not saying I know who did it but definitely someone who's smart in this game," Gerald nods. "You know I thought you will be a little more brutal with me."

"You're being a good sport I don't have a reason too," I said.

"Dirty cop becomes good. That's one for the books," Gerald looks at his shoes. "I wouldn't trust anything Austin says."

"Why?" I rest my arms on the table.

"That asshole is not meant to be trusted. He deserves to be behind bars," Gerald murmurs.

"Why Gerald?" I asked, standing up and walk over to him.

"He's done so many fucked up shit. I knew him a long time ago," Gerald whispers.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"It was a month after my mother's death..."

~Flashback~

Gerald's POV

"Hey, Gerald. I miss you so much, big bro. I wish you didn't just disappear on me and dad. Please answer my calls it's so hard to go through this without you. I love you, big bro..."

I sigh as I hear Camila's voicemail. "I love you too lil sis," I whisper. I stand up and grab a stillroom bottle of alcohol. I run my hands through my blond hair as I down half of the bottle. I went to rehab and now I'm doing this shit again. The death of my mother just made me into an emotional wreck I had to get away and I couldn't hold myself back when I was crying like a bitch. I hear my phone start ringing and I pick it up. I see Camila's ID caller flashing across my screen. I hesitate for a little but then build up the courage to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Gerald..." Camila says in a shaky voice.

"What's wrong, baby sister?" I whisper.

"It's Austin..." She whispers.

"What happened?" My voice grows angrier.

"I denied a call tonight and he... He threatened me. Held the edge of a knife up to my neck," Camila says in a shaky voice.

"Listen to my voice baby sister. Don't do this appointment and if he tries anything dad will be there for you, and I will too, hold your heart necklace close to your own heart baby sister okay," I said calmly.

"To always keep you in my heart."

"No matter how far we are," I finish the promise.

"She still has that necklace..." Gerald whispers. "She never takes it off..."

I wipe a tear before anybody sees it and I touch his shoulder.

"That prick deserves to fucking rot," He hisses angrily.

"We'll take care of it, keep him in our watch," I assure him.

"You should shut that asshole down," Gerald stands up slamming his fist on the table.

I squeeze his shoulder and make him sit back down. "We'll take care of Austin. We'll let you out okay, go get some rest, don't worry about Camila we'll take care of her," I assure the older boy and he stands up again. I lead him out to the holding cell where Camila is.

Camila looks up when she hears me opening the cell. Gerald brings her into a hug and I stand back giving them their privacy.

"Take care. Always keep this with you. I love you..." Gerald pulls away from Camila and Zayn comes over leading him out of the station.

"Come with me Camila," I whisper cautiously.

Camila steps out and I lead her to my office. I close the door behind us and I turn to her. "It's going to be okay. I just want to talk to you, " I trail off, touching her arm gently. Camila sits down on one of the chairs and I bite my lower lip looking down at the floor.