"No, wait!" I planted my feet on the floor so that the two officers holding my arms had to stop walking. "That's Mark, please, let me see him!"
"Sorry honey, we can't. You have to come here to the other room with us. Your brother is here at the station too, so if you want to be kept away from him, we should get you into the room as quick as possible so he doesn't see you and make a scene." The one officer urged gently.
"Then at least somebody tell Mark I'm here and that I came willingly. Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face.
"I don't know if we can do that, but I'll check with Det. Vichey." The officer promised.
"Thank you," I sobbed. Poor Mark was all I could think, freaking out, worried that he would be thrown in jail for trying to save me from stupid Logan.
The room I was put into had a table and three chairs at it. A large two-way mirror took up most of one of the walls. I knew Logan was behind that mirror, I could just feel it.
When I sat at the table, the officers both left, leaving me alone.
I heard a door slam and some loud voices right outside the door to my room.
It wasn't Logan, it almost sounded like Derek.
What was he doing here? I wondered.
A moment later, the door opened and in walked Derek, a business looking man, probably his lawyer and Det. Vichey, the one who came to the motel room.
I jumped up and ran over to Derek, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, crying.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Hey kiddo, it's ok. I've got an excellent lawyer here to help you guys out. Everything is going to be fine ok?"
"Oh Derek! They've got Marky! Don't let them take him away from me please!" I cried, still holding onto Derek for dear life.
'It's ok Jaimie, that's not going to happen ok, please, babe, don't cry!" Derek soothed, rubbing his hands up & down my back, holding me tight.
He walked us over to the table, sitting me down in a chair and taking his place behind me, his hands on my shoulders, keeping contact with me.
"Jaimie, we need you to give us a statement on the events of last night ok?" Det. Vichey placed a large notepad and pen in front of me. "You need to tell us everything, down to what you believe your brother's reasons were for his actions, what Mark's reasons were, etc. Anything you can tell us to help us figure out what happened ok?"
I nodded and the Detective left the room.
"Miss Booth, you should tell them everything that happened from the time you left your brother's care until you were picked up today by the police. Don't leave out any details. The more you can tell them, the better."
I looked up at Derek with an expression of horror on my face.
"Everything?" I mouthed.
Derek nodded.
"Yeah, probably should. That will give them an idea behind Logan's reaction." Derek smirked.
My face flushed red with embarrassment as I picked up the pen and began to go over the events of the last two days.
When I was done, my hand hurt from all the writing. I mentioned my reason for leaving my own birthday party early -- Jacklin. I said how Mark and I had been intimate (those were the words I'd used) and about the fight with Logan & Mark. I gave a play by play of Logan & my conversation in the car on the way home from Mark & Derek's. I explained how Logan nailed my door shut, cut off my phone and internet access. Left out the part after that and before Mark swooped in to rescue me. Then I talked about how Mark took me to the motel and that we'd been intimate again, then that the cops showed up.
