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Chapter 3

The car ride to wherever Rosie was being taken was extremely nerve wrecking. The windows in the back were tinted, she couldn't look outside and neither could people look inside. She could, however, look in the rear-view mirror to look at the car driving behind her, which so happened to be her sister's. To others her sister might have looked indifferent to the situation. But Rosie saw right through her facade. The balding guy next to Moira seemed to be babbling on about something and sometimes occasionally checking something in some sort of file. Rosie had no idea what was going on, but she saw that her older sister payed absolutely no attention to what the man was saying.

She sighed and rested her head against the window. Every moment that passed filled her with dread. What was going to happen to her? Will she be going to jail? Or maybe she'll get the death sentence. How will she even explain to them what happened? Maybe she could just.. Lie? The thought looked very appealing at the time and continued to linger on her mind.

The car soon came to a complete halt and the officers stepped of them opened hers and grabbed her by her arm rather roughly and nearly dragged her out of the car. They were in some sort of underground parking lot. Moira and the balding man were walking in front of then, leading her through several doors and what seemed to be up a billion stairs until they finally arrived in a rather boring, white hallway.

They immediately brought her to the interrogation room. It was a small, cold gray room with a single light hanging above a table. The chair she was ordered to sit on was hard and uncomfortable. On the right side of her was a large mirror and she stared at her own reflection for a few seconds.

"Alright miss MacTaggert." A booming voice echoed in the small dense room.

It made her jump a little and face the one speaking. It was the same balding man who was there when she was arrested. He had an unreadable, stern look upon his face. It made her even more nervous then she already was. The slightly gray haired man dragged a chair from the corner, till he was opposite of her. He sat down with a huff and threw a file on the table. He gestured towards it with his hand, staring at her.

"Why don't you take a look at that miss."

Rosie's hand inched towards the file filled with numerous papers, a bubbling sensation building in her belly. The first page revealed a very familiar looking man. In fact, while having a closer look, she noticed it was the same burly fellow that had forcefully kissed her. The brunette put on a confused expression, a slight frown here and a light shake of her head there. While flipping through the pages and looking at the photographs that were with it, the bubbling got stronger and turned to anxiety. However she tried desperately to keep her act up. The stone-turned men, the broken pieces on the pavement. A scrap of her red dress was photographed, as well as her fallen purse. It seemed like hours, but it actually only took her five minutes to flip through the pictures.

By the end, the restlessness in her belly got so bad, she thought she'd have a panic attack and confess everything that happened. Her panic filled eyes looked at the intimidating man in front of her as he calmly set the file aside. The two men standing guard by the door shifted a little.

"So miss MacTaggert, why don't you tell me what transpired in that alley?" The balding man demanded more then it was actually supposed to be a question. He leaned back in his seat and stared at her indifferently. Rosie tried to form words, her mind trying it's hardest to function normally again.

"I don't really know what-"

"Don't give me that bull! You know exactly what happened there and you are going to tell me right now, or you'll be in a lot of trouble young lady." The man uttered in a gruff and threatening voice.

The brunette woman was shocked that he didn't allow her to finish even one sentence, but to threaten her like that as well? Rosie shivered, the anxious, bubbling feeling in her belly getting stronger. With it something weird happened. She felt as if something took control, something that made her feel both restless but confident and peaceful at the same time. She took a deep breath and stared the glaring man in his eyes.

"It's quite rude not to let someone finish sir. If you would just kindly let me speak." The man winced and put a hand to his forehead. He had a look of intense pain on his face for a second. The guards behind him stood at full attention all of a sudden and glanced at him worriedly.

"Are you alright sir?" One of them asked, taking a step forward. The gray haired man waved his hand and nodded, sitting straight again.

"Of course I am, now let miss MacTaggert talk." The guard looked confused for a second before stepping back.

"Yes sir."

Rosie looked at the man in confusion also. What just happened exactly? She felt a pressure inside her head, and the man looked at her expectantly. No.. Not just with expectation. It seemed almost like.. Devotion, admiration.

"Ma'am?" The man's voice sounded. He was still expecting her to say something, so she cleared her throat and started.

"Right, well. I'm not sure why you have manhandled me in such a rude way, but I do not appreciate it. No explanation, no nothing before I was dragged away. Imagine what my neighbors must think of me now!"

With every word she spoke she felt her confidence building, sitting straighter her head held a little higher. She felt like a queen. The balding, old man opened his mouth to say something and she looked at him pointedly.

"I'm not finished sir." This quickly made him shut his mouth again. Rosie took a deep breath and continued.

"Furthermore, I do not know what this is all about. I don't know what happened in that alley so I can't give you any answers. Now I would really appreciate it if I could go home now and not be bothered by you people again." The suddenly regal looking brunette finished with a curt nod and her hands folded neatly on the table. The balding man nodded, while he continued to stare at her as if she was some sort of famous celebrity.

"Of course, ma'am. I completely understand. My most humble apologies. I will personally make sure that you get a safe ride home. We won't bother you again Miss." He then stood up, walked to her side and chivalrously offered her his hand with a warm smile.

Rosie snapped out of her trance like state and cautiously looked at the man's hand. He was still smiling at her, like a faithful servant would to a queen. Why the sudden change of heart? Was this a trick? But before she could take his hand the door burst open, alarming the guards and making them draw their pistols. Rosie screamed out of shock and the older man in front of her stood beside her protectively, his hand reaching for his own gun.

The man that had walked in was from the looks of it another agent working here. In fact it looked very much like her sister's partner and he looked livid. Her sister was rushing in behind him looking quite panicked and confused.

"Sir, you can't just release her like that, what about the evidence, the witness, her bag-"

"Stand down agent Robins, she said she didn't know anything, so she doesn't know anything. I am letting her go back home and that's final."

"But sir-"

"I am your boss and you will follow my orders! Treat the lady with some respect son, or you will find yourself without a job, is that clear?" The room was awkwardly quiet for a second as the two man stared each other down. But agent Robins finally gave in and nodded.

"Of course sir." He said through gritted teeth. The balding man nodded with a small look of satisfaction before speaking again.

"Moira, I think it's best that you take your sister home don't you think? I still have a lot of work to do. Oh! And get her her stuff back would you?" He turned back to Rosie again, taking her hand and shaking it gently.

"I am sorry for the discomfort you had to go through ma'am. I'll make sure it won't happen again. Have a good day." He took one good last look at her before swiftly walking out and away, motioning for the two guards to follow him. Moira and her partner looked at her with mixed emotions. Agent Robins with obvious distrust and fury and her sister with worry and confusion. Moira slowly smiled, a little unsure before motioning her sister to follow her.

"Come on Rosie, we're gonna get you home now."

Rosie smiled and walked over to her sister. Moira placed a small, reassuring hand on her sister's back and walked out of that cold interrogation room. They both heard the footsteps of Moira's partner following them and Moira turned around.

"What are you doing Robins?"

"Just making sure nothing more happens. Can't you see that she can't be trusted?" He said, motioning to Rosie with a slight disgusted look on his face. Moira looked personally offended and glared at her partner. They'd been working together for two months now, but to talk about her sister like that made her furious.

"I don't care what you think. You heard the boss, orders are orders. I'm going to take her home and that's the end of it."

"Why that's mighty convenient isn't it Moira? Admit it, if this was anyone but your sister you would be as apprehensive as I am right now to this whole situation!" His voice slowly drifted off as he stopped following them and they swiftly kept on walking. Moira stopped before a gray doors with a large 'Evidence' sign on it and told Rosie to wait while she got her stuff.

Before long they were on their way to Rosie's house. The younger brunette was staring out at the passing buildings and houses. Her sister glanced in her direction before taking a deep breath and letting it all out. Moira wanted to ask so much. What just happened wasn't normal. Her boss looked absolutely besotted all of a sudden during the interrogation. Moira didn't know what exactly was going on, but there was definitely something weird going on with her sister.

"Rosie.. Sis?" Her quiet voice broke the silence. They were currently standing still in front of a red light and Rosie noticed that it was slowly getting dark. She looked at her sister with a blank expression and made a small 'hm?' noise. The older sister sighed and grabbed a hold of her sister's hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"What happened back there Rosie? There's something going on, I just know it." She asked quietly.

The hesitant look on her little sisters' face said it all. She wanted to tell.. She just didn't know exactly how or what to tell her. Rosie looked at her sister with regret and guilt on her face. This day was so tiring, so confusing. Tears sprang to her eyes as she suddenly began to feel emotional again. The light sprung to green and Moira let go of her hand to drive and focus on the road again.

"I don't know what to say Moira. I don't know what happened. I honestly don't." Rosie said with a quiet voice, so different from the regal and confident woman that had sat in that interrogation room earlier. Moire's heart ached at her sister's obvious pain and she grabbed her hand in a reassuring grip again.

"You can trust me sister. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, you know that right?"

Rosie nodded and gave her sister's hand a tight squeeze back before wiping the beginning tears from her eyes. Luckily she wasn't wearing any make-up, otherwise it would've smeared every other direction already. The youngest of the two sisters took a deep breath and began telling her sister what had happened, what she felt, from the walk home to the interrogation from her sister's boss. Moira's eyes were on the road, but her heart and ears were going out to her sister beside her as she told her story.

Moira could hardly believe what she was hearing though. Her sister did somehow turn those men to stone. Even though she felt that the bastards deserved it for what they were planning to do with Rosie, it was still frightening to think.. To think that.. 'My baby sister turns people to stone.'. When Rosie finished her story she turned to her sister in tears.

"I can't tell Ben, Moira! He'll call of the marriage, he won't love me anymore. I'm a monster!"

Moira quietly parked in front of her sister's house and turned to her. Her own eyes filled with tears at her little sister's teary ones. She drew her in for a tight, long hug and quietly whispered in her ear.

"I'll always be here for you. I'm your sister and I love you and you can trust me with anything. But I think it's best if you don't tell anyone else of this, Rosie. Not even Ben. You understand? Who knows what they would do." Both sisters shuddered at the idea.

Rosie smiled at her sister and Moira gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The younger brunette felt slightly better, a huge weight having been lifted off of her shoulders by her sister alone. She shakily got out of the car and waved as her sister drove off. Rosie sighed and turned around. Her house normally looking welcoming and warm, felt distant and cold. The door suddenly flew open though, making Rosie jump a little. There stood her fiance, blonde hair in disarray and handsome face twisted with worry. He swiftly walked towards her and encircled her in a huge warming hug.

"Rosie you had me worried sick! The neighbors said that they saw you get taken away by police, is that true? What's going on babe?" He pulled away slightly, still holding her protectively but wanting to look her in the eyes.

Rosie steeled herself, for she was about to lie to her beloved fiance for the first time ever.

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