InsaneJournal

Who: Iris (narrative)
What: An actual arrest
Where: The Willows -> Police station
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: None

The knock came on her door midmorning, stern and insistent in its tone, quick sharp raps against the wood. She had been in the middle of spreading cream cheese on a bagel, lox set off to the side, and her electric kettle was heating water for tea. She'd been doing it mostly by habit and feel of things under her fingers, contacts not in and glasses set off to the side, but as she wiped her hands on a towel, she grabbed them and slipped them on so she could see who was at her door.

A quick check through her peephole showed several uniformed officers standing in the corridor, fronted by the detective she remembered from the Johnson's house and the first time she was taken into the police station. She looked down with a sigh, steeling herself before she slid the chain away and undid the locks to open the door. The bodies of the detective and his accompanying officers filled the space outside her door, and with the detective's quick flash of a search warrant, they moved in. They didn't push, not quite, but their motions made it clear that it would be in her best interest to not fight them, so she stepped back and allowed them into her space. Her stomach clenched and crawled into her throat at the way they began to tear her home apart again, so soon after she'd finally returned it to order. She didn't know what they were looking for, but she kept quiet, knowing that they would ask if they needed her input. Instead, she perched lightly on the edge of a chair, watching.

Off to the side, where she'd put it while she cleaned, not knowing what else to do with it, was a tiny hooded sweatshirt, bright green with a dinosaur on the front. Gus had been wearing it the day they'd gone to the zoo, and when it had gotten too warm, she'd put it in her bag, intending to leave it when dropping him off, but it had slipped her mind and stayed in her purse that evening. It was an innocent thing, but the officers honed in on it like bloodhounds, and her calm answers didn't appear to be enough for the detective. This time, she found herself in handcuffs as she was led from her apartment, the sweatshirt enough evidence this time to actually arrest her instead of simply questioning her.

Her previous trips to police stations (both recently and several years ago) hadn't included arrest, and it was a new process, proceeding through the paperwork, having her fingerprints taken, being placed in holding. She kept quiet and cooperative the entire time, stating only that she would like to speak with her lawyers. She thought of who else to call, but came up short. She'd bothered Sam last time, and it didn't seem fair to keep pulling her into the problems that seemed to follow Iris everywhere. Louis was the next likely option, but while he didn't talk to her about them she knew he was dealing with something bigger than this problem. She could call Anton, but he had already done more than enough in finding her the lawyers. Would Roger help? It seemed foolish to think that he would care about her problems just because she'd come to be on good terms with his (as he put it) "brain buddy". The combination of thoughts left her stuck for an answer when the officers asked if she wanted to make any phone calls, and after a long thoughtful moment, she simply shook her head and stated softly: "No thank you." She simply sat quietly where they put her, and waited for her lawyers to arrive.