"Name?"

Andy drummed her fingers against her left thigh as she stared at the middle-aged African American woman across from her. Her eyes flicked to the nametag: N. Williams, before returning to the woman's face.

"Name?" the woman repeated, failing to conceal her irritation as she furrowed her brows and pursed her lips.

"You know, they say music heals the soul," Andy said after a long moment. "…Has a calming effect. You should try it. Maybe if you weren't so angry you'd be able to conceive."

The woman's eyes went wide, but she quickly recovered and slammed her fist down on the table. Andy didn't even flinch – she continued to stare evenly at the woman. "The longer you keep this up, the harder it's going to be," Officer Noelle Williams said.

"For you, or for me?" Andy asked. "Because I assure you, I like a good challenge."

The woman gave her a hard look.

Andy continued to drum her fingers against her leg, trying to distract herself from the pain that was searing through her right side and right arm. The pain was her biggest concern at the moment – she suspected the police really didn't have anything on her or the others at the present, so unless that changed, her main concern was that the pain would threaten her focus. "Jane," she said after a long moment. Might as well give her something to chew on, even if it is a lie.

"Jane…?" pressed Officer Williams, surprised by the confession.

"Just Jane," said Andy.

"Just Jane, eh? Jane Doe I suppose?"

Andy's eyes wandered around the room. There really wasn't much to look at. It was an interrogation room – there were large painted brick walls, a one-way mirror, metal table, and four metal chairs.

"I don't suppose you want to tell me about your friends, or what happened at the convenience store?" Officer Williams said.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean officer," Andy replied, turning her eyes back to the woman. Until she had a better idea of what the police knew, she intended to say very little.

"Quit the crap," said Officer Williams. "We're getting security footage now."

Andy merely shrugged. What else was she supposed to do? They clearly knew she'd been at the convenience store, yet she wasn't going to openly admit it.

The door opened and Andy's eyes snapped to the intruder, her mouth falling open slightly as she recognized the face. She recovered quickly, but the smirk on the man's face made it clear that he'd seen her slip up. Still, she could deal with it. His involvement was a completely different matter – it had nothing to do with the convenience store, but had everything to do with her getting caught. The thought caused anger to surge through her. It took her a moment to school her features. When she was sure she had adopted a more neutral expression and had her emotions in check, she finally looked back up at him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Oh yeah, I'm just great. I was only hit by a car trying to save your son from some stupid… She forced the thought aside – she really couldn't afford to lose her temper. Taking a deep breath, she ignored his question for a moment and instead tried to make sense of the situation. She hadn't known he was a cop. As she thought back, she was fairly certain he'd been in plain clothes. Her eyes flicked to his nametag: S. Swarek. "Great," she said sarcastically, before snapping her mouth shut. Breathe Andy, she told herself. What the hell is wrong with me? This Williams chick didn't get to me and she's been badgering me for the last twenty minutes. Then Mr. Dreamy, with his brown eyes, comes in and I suddenly lose my cool? Chill Andy. He's the reason you're sitting here, she told herself. He could be the reason you go to jail.

He held out a bottle of water for her.

"No thanks." There was no way in hell she was going to touch anything that they could pull her prints or DNA from.

"The meds they gave you at the hospital are likely wearing off," Swarek said. "If you cooperate we'll see that you get more."

"I'm good," she said.

She resisted the urge to shift when she felt his eyes piercing hers. He had already given her an odd look a few moments before, as if he knew exactly why she wouldn't accept the water. Now he looked a little surprised, yet the intensity of the stare was the same.

It was then that she noticed just how exhausted he looked. There were dark circles under his eyes and his forehead looked like it had permanent worry lines. He was attractive, but she suspected with a little more sleep and a little less worry on his part, she probably would have been tripping over her words.

She silently cursed. Focus Andy. Get rid of him if you have to – make him angry, make him leave, just get him to go so you can focus.

"I'm surprised you're here, you know, with your baby almost dying," she said. "That was your baby wasn't it?" She was taking a wild guess. There had been a woman pushing the stroller and she had been on the opposite side of the street from this Swarek guy, but she had a feeling the woman was walking towards him. The look on his face now confirmed it, though he quickly covered it up.

Andy smiled. "Shouldn't you be at home with him? I mean, you almost lost him today."

Officer Swarek remained silent, leaning up against the wall, staring at her with his piercing gaze.

Her eyes flicked to his left hand before she smirked and said, "You might want to consider getting a new babysitter too. Your current one almost killed your son."

She watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened slightly. "Although maybe she would have done you a favour."

"Enough," said Officer Williams, but Swarek held up his hand.

"You think you know me?" he said, frowning. He was furious, but also curious about how she'd pulled him apart so easily. He'd watched from the observation room as she'd done the same to Noelle too. In truth, he didn't want a kid, but he didn't want him to die either.

Andy pressed her lips together for a moment. "Your finger shows no sign of indentations or tan lines from a wedding ring, so you're definitely not married. Your baby is what, six months old tops? You were maybe worried about him at the time, I dunno, my focus was a little shot. I guess being hit by a car does that... But you're here now which suggests even if you didn't want him to die, you aren't really connected to him, otherwise you'd be at home right now holding him… but you aren't, which leads me to think that your son was a result of a one night stand." She laughed a little as her eyes flicked up and down his body. "Yeah, you seem like the kind of guy who's into that based on the way you carry yourself. So really, what it comes down to is that you don't want to be a dad and you don't want to be weighed down by a baby whose mother doesn't even want anything to do with him or with you. It's sad really, yet you still have him. You're exhausted, but you haven't given him up, even though you don't want him. So I think you pity him because you see yourself in him."

She shifted uncomfortably. "These chairs suck," she said to Noelle, although her eyes remained on Swarek who was clearly struggling to school his features.

"Why did you save him?" Officer Swarek asked after a long moment. "Why didn't you leave with your friends?"

"What friends?" she asked. "I wasn't with anyone."

"Why?" he repeated.

"I don't owe you an explanation," she said. "I saved your son, and for all I know you're trying to pin something on me that I didn't do. And to think, if I had ignored it, just walked away, I wouldn't be sitting here. And I suspect you wouldn't be standing there either."

"We're not trying to pin anything on you," Sam Swarek said. "And you wouldn't have walked away. You couldn't have. If you were capable of it, you would have done it instead of risking being caught."

Andy shrugged. "It's irrelevant now," she said. "And like I said, I didn't do anything, so why would I be concerned about being caught?"

Sam considered her for a moment, then tried another approach. "Where were you before the intersection?"

"Walking," Andy said.

"Where?" Sam pressed.

"Considering I'm sitting in an interrogation room being questioned by not one but two officers, I'd like to think that at least one of you has some sort of theory as to where I was… and wherever it was, it had to have been important if you brought me in because of it."

"Yeah, it's pretty important when the victim at the convenience store points you out when he passes you in the hospital," Sam said, watching her closely for a reaction before adding, "You were unconscious at the time."

Andy forced herself to maintain a neutral expression. "Sounds like quite the story."

Sam studied her face for a sign of weakness, but found none. "Any idea why he may have done that?"

"It sounds like you have a theory," Andy replied. "But I'm really not interested at the moment."

"Really?" Sam asked, frowning.

"No, but I'm done talking," said Andy with a small shrug. When he quirked an eyebrow she continued, "The more you make me talk, the more the dehydration from the meds is going to kick in, and I have no intent of drinking anything here. So, you can lock me up until your excuse for a lawyer gets here, and then you can tell him your theory. I'm sure we'll both find it quite… insightful."

Officers William and Swarek exchanged a look before he nodded. Noelle grabbed her and they both escorted her out of the interrogation room. They hadn't made it more than a few metres before a loud, "Andy," rang out from down the hall.