Rejoined with the Warblers

Santana

They took the woman away to take her statement and sat Santana and her photographer in a police car to drive them to the station. The policeman set her in an empty room and left, leaving her alone.

"Am I being arrested? Because you never read me my rights, so, this is kinda illegal!" Santana called to the mirror, which she was sure was one-sided glass.

Eventually, the policeman came in, introducing himself as Detective Grimm. He began by asking all the important questions, such as, 'did you see where he went?', 'what was he doing?', and 'why didn't you step in as soon as you heard what was going on?'.

The last one annoyed Santana. "I was wearing heels. Do you think I can run in heels? Because I can't, almost no woman can, besides Catwoman and I am certainly not Catwoman." She glared, "I did what I could, don't shame me for helping to the best of my abilities."

The policeman looked cowed, "I'm sorry Mrs Lopez-Pierce, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You better not have."

She answered a few more questions before asking a few of her own. "Am I being detained?" She wondered.

"We believe that the man who was hurting Ms Sanderson was also involved in a few other purse-snatches that turned into beatings," Detective Grimm informed her. "We need to keep you until our sketch artist gets here so you can let them know what of the man you saw or noticed."

"Alright." Santana conceded, "Am I able to call my family and let them know why I'm going to be late getting home?"

"We will bring you your cell phone, though you may not mention what happened other than that you helped a woman and are getting your statement taken at the Central City police station."

They brought in her purse, not the one she was modelling with, but the one with her actual things in it. She immediately fished out her cellphone, which had a black case with a light blue pop-socket, it was a bit tangled in her headphones, which Santana unplugged and shoved back into her purse.

She swiped to unlock her phone and typed in her password, her and Britt's wedding date. She dialled Brittany's number and waited as it rang.

"Hey, Sweet-tana!" Britt giggled as she answered the phone.

Santana smiled at her amazing wife, "Hey, Britt-britt. A little thing happened and I'm at the police station here in Central City."

"Santana! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, babe. This girl was being beaten up and I scared off the guy hurting her. The police still need me to tell them what happened though," She told her wife.

"Ok, as long as you didn't do something mean," Britt laughed, sounding like the angel she was.

Santana laughed, "I was mean to the dude beating up that woman, but otherwise I was the pinnacle of perfection."

There was an amicable pause before, "Do you think you'll be home for dinner? Because I'm ordering lasagna from that Italian place and Lady Tubbington might eat some if I don't save it for you."

"Save it, though I'm not sure I'll be home in time for dinner."

"Okey-dokey then." Britt giggled, "Have fun at the police station!"

"By Britt-britt, love you."

"Love you too," Brittany spoke as Santana smiled at the love from her beautiful wife. They both hung up at the same time.

The sketch artist came in and listened as she explained what she could remember of the masked man, though it was unhelpful as the man was wearing a ski mask. The sketch artist reassured her that she was still being helpful, even if she couldn't remember much.