Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Revelations & Rivalries

WARNING: Mention of Death and Gore.

It was taking most of the Charming Police Department to book everyone into the jail after they'd managed to pry apart the street brawl. Clay, Tig, Jax, Opie, and Pixie had all been arrested along with Weston and his three thugs. Whilst Hale was filing paperwork in the main office area, one of the younger officers approached him, wide-eyed and completely stressed. He had a rounded face, blonde hair in a short buzz cut, sharp blue eyes and a chipped front tooth. He was around the same height as Hale but hadn't developed the muscles that Hale had yet.

"Dewey?" Hale asked, looking at the younger man. Officer Joe Dewey was one of the newest recruits, freshly graduated and had been pretty laid back and on the ball, so Hale was startled to see him look so panicked. Hale put down the folder he was holding and moved to stand next to the photocopier, so Dewey and he had a little more privacy. Hale's face drew into a frown as he looked Dewey over, trying to guess what was causing his nervousness.

"I think I need backup." Dewey mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and pointing to one of the rooms they'd put a few of the Sons in whilst they were booking them. "Why? Are the guys causing you hassle?" Hale asked quietly, feeling defensive over the new recruit, he wouldn't put it past Clay or the others to make him feel intimidated.

"No...not the guys." Dewey mumbled, blue eyes wide and anxious. He looked hesitant, like he didn't want to admit he couldn't handle the situation, but at the same time, wanted to get as far away from the room he'd just excited as fast as possible. "It's the girl." He finally admitted.

Hale looked taken aback, completely surprised by the response. "Pixie?" He queried, leaning closer to Dewey to keep their conversation quiet and away from any potential onlookers. He knew how hard it was for new recruits to admit they need help some time; he'd been one of them a while ago.

"Yeah, I, uh, I think she's insane." Dewey stuttered, looking like he was trying to come to terms with what he'd witnessed. "Like we might need to get her taken to St Thomas." He added, stressing his concern. Hale had to clamp his jaw to stop the surprised chuckle he could feel inside from escaping.

He was left with more questions than answers now, but he didn't want to keep Dewey there when he clearly was in dire need of a smoke break and a time out. "Let me deal with her, take over filing the paperwork." Hale decided, watching the sheer relief on Dewey's face. "How far have you got with booking her?"

"Just her name, then she started doing weird shit." Dewey told Hale, looking a little guilty and frustrated that he hadn't been able to go through with booking Pixie in properly, but the easing of his nerves from Hale stepping in so he wouldn't have to go back into the holding room outweighed any qualms he had.

Hale didn't say another word, instead he passed Dewey the stack of forms and strode over to the room, deciding just to go straight to the horse's mouth. He opened the grey door, into the similarly grey room to see Pixie sitting innocently on the chair in the centre. If she had a halo, it would have been shining. Hale shut the door behind him and crossed his arms, frowning at Pixie. He didn't think she'd be one to make trouble for the other officers that wasn't light-hearted mischief.

"Okay, what did you do?" Hale asked sharply, looking at Pixie's playful smile, hands resting in her lap, idly toying with the end of her sweater.

"Me? Nothin', why?" Pixie queried, looking a little startled by Hale's tone. "Where'd the Dewey guy go?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"You scared him, apparently." Hale responded, still trying to make sense of what had just occurred.

"Really?" Pixie giggled in surprise. "All I did was talk to him. Oh, and stretch coz' these chairs aren't comfortable, my back was hurting, and I got a little bored staring at the grey walls ." She continued innocently. "I'm guessing they're this bland to try and crack prisoners" she mused, looking around herself.