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Can you help me? I'm bent
Who: Kitty and Jameson
Where: The police station
When: Mid-day

It had taken a day before Kitty was willing to come out of her own house, and when she did the first stop was the police station. It was daylight outside, which made her feel just a touch safer, but she was still skittish beyond belief. She was free, but it felt too good to be true. It had been too easy. So before it all blew up back in her face, she needed to tell the police she was no longer missing and give them every single detail she could remember about the place that had held her.

When she'd stepped into the station, she'd been ignored at first, until the lady at the front desk understood her situation. While she called up different people, alerting them of the news, Kitty waited patiently, wondering what would happen next and what had occurred while she was gone. Had she been on the news? What had become of the boy she had killed? Had Lex disposed of the body? She could only assume that he'd taken care of all that and she could focus on the fact that she'd been in captivity for the past few weeks. If that wasn't enough to get their attention, then nothing was.

Jameson McQueen was not the sort of guy who ever liked being stuck behind a desk, filing away papers for the rest of his life. Sure, that meant he often got himself into dangerous situations - that resulted in things like the injuries he was currently sporting - but he considered that a risk of the job. The bad guys always got what was coming to him while he was around, that was for damn sure. While Jasper was off at the garage today, and he'd be joining his twin later, Jameson swung by the station. With the vampire threat lessening somewhat, it was time to go back to what he did best, as far as his cop work was concerned.

He still had silver bullets in his gun, though. Just to be safe.

Leaning back against his desk, Jameson was looking over some files when someone came up and tapped him on the shoulder. "Jasper McQueen?" the woman from the front desk asked.

"It's Jameson, actually." He gave the woman a smile. "Jasper ain't here. Anythin' I can be helpin' you with?"

She nodded, "Think there's someone here you should talk to." She gestured towards the front, and the young redhead waiting there. Jameson just nodded, set his things aside so he could grab his cane and make his way over to her, the woman filling him in on the details as he went - or at least, what she knew. A girl who'd been missing but was in some sort of captivity all that time.

He gave the girl a nod of his head, shifting his cane to the other hand so he could hold it out for her to shake. He was going to be beyond thrilled when he could walk on his own again, and the rods were out of his leg for good. "Afternoon, miss, I'm Detective Jameson McQueen."

"Hi," Kitty said, rising to her feet as she took his hand. "Kitty McLain." How was she even supposed to start this? If they knew she was missing, maybe it didn't matter, but maybe it did. They'd want to know where she was when she was taken and how it all happened, wouldn't they? It seemed so long ago, but having looked at the calendar it wasn't that long ago. Kitty licked her lips and willed her mind to slow down and stop running at a hundred miles a minute. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" she asked. While she didn't think he'd question her in the entry way, she wanted to make sure it wasn't out in the open either. Some of the things that happened to her were of a more private nature.

"Nice to meet you, Miss McLain." He'd call her Kitty, but he was trying to be professional. Contrary to popular opinion, Jameson was more than capable of it; he was old enough to know that the shenanigans were best left for when he wasn't on the job. "Absolutely, think we can steal one of the offices over here." Jameson gestured towards the back of the station, starting to make his way over there. "Can I get you a coffee or a soda or something?" The girl looked nervous. He couldn't say he blamed her, if she was telling the truth about what happened to her. Jameson usually could get a pretty good read on this sort of thing.

"Nice to meet you," she echoed, looking around as she followed his across the floor. Everyone was busy, doing their work, not even aware of what she'd gone through. It wasn't some sensational story--missing girl found!--at least not yet, and she decided she preferred it that way. The media hadn't gotten a hold of it... yet. When they did, she was sure she'd get more attention than she would ever want. That might be a good opportunity to stay locked in her house for a while and figure out what to do next. "Water maybe?" she asked, making her way into the office and taking a seat. "Where do I start?"

Of course the story was sensational, and the media outlets got a hold of everything sooner or later. That wasn't Jameson's concern at the moment. Kitty had a story to tell and right now, it wasn't anyone's business to know what was going on. The media was a tool to be used, sure, but right now he just needed to get all his details straight before things got out of control. Jameson stopped and grabbed two bottles of water, passing one to her before taking a seat himself. "From the beginning," he said. "I'll be honest with you, I don't know your whole story, ain't been in town that long." His accent alone probably gave that away, anyway. "I'd heard you'd been reported missing, but I don't know anything more than that. What happened when you disappeared?"


Kitty took a deep breath, briefly closing her eyes as she remembered the night Lex had caught her. She could tell the whole truth without revealing some of the more sticky details, so that's exactly what she intended to do. "I was walking through the park. It was the middle of June, and I was on my way home from play practice. I'd been cast in the musical Into the Woods..." She didn't even know if the play had continued on or if someone else had been cast in her role. Maybe it hadn't taken to the stage yet, though she was no longer sure she was even interested. "This guy came up to me. Grabbed me by the wrist. I tried to get away, but he was so much stronger than me. Faster than me. I tried to run and then I felt the knife in my side." She still had the scar; she'd have gotten away if he wasn't so good with throwing knives, but that was her undoing. "I tried to fight, but it wasn't enough. I blacked out."

By this point in his career, Jameson had heard people tell all sorts of stories, most of them true, some of them not so much. He remembered vaguely hearing about some musical in town, and immediately not paying it any mind, aside from knowing there was something going on in town. "Do you remember what day in June?" he asked, taking out a small notebook from his jacket pocket. There were cameras in the room, of course, and this was being recorded, but he wanted the details on hand to pass to Jasper later. "And your attacker, what do you remember about him?" Granted, it had been at least a month prior, but any detail Kitty could recall was a good start.

"The twentieth, I think? Maybe the twenty-first." They would have found a dead body in the park around then, but that could be blamed on Lex as well. He'd removed all evidence of her being there, so it was a reasonable assumption. As Jameson asked about her attacker, Kitty's jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed. "His name is Lex and he's a vampire," she said. "I had many opportunities to get to know him better." And by that she meant he fucked her just about whenever the desire took him. It didn't matter if she enjoyed it occasionally or not; it was still against her will. "He's an asshole. And it hurts when he bites. But I didn't bleed to death, so he must have done something... I woke up locked in a cell, so I'm not sure. But I can describe him if I can sit down with a sketch artist."

Jameson scribbled down notes as she talked, illegible to anyone but him and perhaps his brother, but only because Jasper had spent most of his life trying to interpret what his twin had written. He looked up at how certain she was of the name, the man who'd taken her. The vampire. Jameson had just known the news about it being all safe to go back out again had to be a crock of shit. Not that he had anything against every vampire out there, but when you did things like this, what was he supposed to think? "If you can do that for us, that would be great," he said. The subject wasn't an easy one, it couldn't be, but Kitty was doing well so far. Strong girl. "Anything you can give us about him will be one step closer to helpin' us track him down. Do you know where he took you? Any windows, doors, a glimpse at the outside world?"


"I know his name and what he looked like, but I don't know a lot about him," Kitty said with a small frown. She'd pried for information, but it wasn't like he was forthcoming about his history. "Oh! He has this huge scar on his right side, like hundreds of little cuts that all kind of blend together. If that helps..." Unless Lex was wandering around shirtless, she doubted anyone was going to find him based on that alone. "Okay, so yesterday the door to my room just opened, and when I realized no one was coming in, I made a run for it. There were other rooms, like mine, and their doors had been opened too, so everyone was trying to get out. I remember-- I-- when I got out, I ran and looked back and--" Her mouth hung open and she shook her head, then closed her eyes and took breath. "One sec. I'm...just let me remember." Even with her eyes closed, she couldn't see it. There was nothing to the memory but a big black hole.

"Any details are better than none at all," he reassurred her, writing down "scar on his right side" onto his notepad. Sure, that was something that could be easily covered with clothing, but it was still a defining mark, and hopefully Kitty would be able to identify it again later on. When she paused, Jameson did too, waiting. Memory was a funny thing, and sometimes people couldn't remember everything all at once. Hell, the girl had been held in captivity for the last month, against her will. Sometimes you blocked the bad parts out; he'd seen it happen before. "Don't worry, take your time," he said. "Ain't no need to rush."

"I made a point of looking back," Kitty said. "I wanted to make sure I knew what the place looked like, since I didn't see it coming in. It was this-- this-- dammit!" Why couldn't she remember it?! Had it been a warehouse or a mansion? A hotel or a shack? Kitty could recall the interior up till the point she left the basement, and then things went dark, giving her absolutely nothing to work with. "There were no windows in the room I was in," she said, going back to what she could recall out of desperation. "No windows when I left the room. Lots of other doors. Other people, like me, but in worse shape. When I got out, I walked-- I walked until I got home." Did she walk? She wasn't even sure of that much and it was driving her nuts.

Jameson reached over and touched Kitty's arm, very lightly. Not knowing the exact details of what the girl went through - something as simple as what he'd just done would've given his twin the girl's entire life story - he didn't want to trigger something horrible for her. "It's okay, it'll come back to you," he said. "Right now, focus on what you know. A room without windows, maybe it was underground?" And then she mentioned that there were others, and Jameson gave a soft hiss under his breath. Others meant that they weren't just dealing with one psychopath who kept a young girl locked in his basement. No, this was something bigger than that. Something he needed to get Jasper involved with, and quickly. "How many others were with you?"

If asked, Kitty would have said that being touched would bother her, but it didn't. It was just something she thought should, after all that she'd been through. Later she might recall her lack of reaction and be thankful for it, but right now she was far more focused on remembering something important. "Maybe," Kitty said, hoping that this blank spot in her memory would clear. "I went up some stairs after being let out, so it could have been under ground." It was logic that was telling her that more than memory and that bothered her more than anything else. "There were at least ten," Kitty said. "Guys and girls. I don't really know what they went through since... Lex wouldn't let anyone else touch me. He said I was his. There was this other guy, Tristan, and he brought me food one time. I hadn't seen him in a while. I don't really know who was running everything." It might have been Lex, but she never got that impression.

Her lack of reaction could almost be expected, given the situation. You either end up doing one of two things: you freaked out and no one could calm you down, or you buckled down and dealt with all that later. From what Jameson could tell, Kitty was definitely doing the later, blank spot in her memory aside. The details would come, and Jameson knew that. And he knew this wouldn't be the first conversation Kitty would have with the police in the next few days. "It's a good detail anyway, the stairway." Jameson was jotting down notes when the number she said registered with him. At least ten. His jaw tightened. Jasper was going to be chomping at the bit in order to get justice for her. He wrote down the name Tristan too, knowing all this information would be run though their data systems to see if they could get a match on any of it. "If you can describe Lex, and we can get a match on him, we can use him to get everyone else." He'd seen Jasper do it before.

"I can describe Lex. And Tristan," Kitty said. "I just don't understand why I can't remember the place. Or how I got home." She was almost positive that she'd walked, but that was only because she remembered arriving at her own house. Every step before that was a blank. Had she turned to her bird form and flown part of the way? If so, then it could have been farther. It could have been in another city, possibly another state. How long had it taken her to get home? As these thoughts ran through her head, coupled with the lack of memory, Kitty squeezed her eyes shut and pressed the heel of her hands against them. She wanted to scream, as frustrated as she was. She deserved vengeance and couldn't even provide the details for someone else to do it for her.

"That's a start." And it was, a better one than Kitty probably realized. Jameson could tell she was getting worked up over her memory block, and he couldn't blame her. He just didn't know how to make the girl understand that it wasn't her fault she couldn't remember. She'd just been kidnapped and gone through hell for the last month. No one could blame her mind from trying to protect itself somehow. The fact that she was here, and as composed as she was, spoke volumes. "Listen, it'll come back to you - I ain't worried about that in the slightest. You remember anythin' else, you can always just give us a call. Any time, I mean that. And I can tell you exactly who they're gonna be putting on this case, and you can call him whenever too." Hell, Jasper was his damn twin, he should know the guy well enough by now.

While she was disappointed by her inability to provide a location, Jameson's words calmed her slightly, as she hoped he was right. It would come back to her. It had to. There was no reason why she wouldn't be able to remember it eventually. "Okay. So... is that all you need? Until the other officer contacts me?" It felt way too simple for what she'd been through, but if she couldn't come up with any more details, then she supposed it was sufficient. He hadn't asked what had been done to her, but then maybe that was something the other officer would need to go over. Kitty knew she only wanted to tell that story once. "Who will they put on the case?" she asked, since he'd said he knew.

No, Jameson hadn't asked what had been done to her, but the memory block and her description of Lex considering her to be "his" gave him enough ideas. And, since this was going to be Jasper's case, he would be the one who would need to know the details. Sadly for Kitty, she was going to have to tell this story more than once. To the police, and in court, if they managed to catch the sick fucks who did this to her. "I'll pass along this information for now, and Jasper'll want details." He paused, then corrected, "Detective Jasper McQueen, he'll be on this case. He's my brother, so I know he's got his stuff together." The McQueens did not screw this sort of shit up. They might not always follow the rules, but they got results. And if Jasper needed some help, Jameson was all over that.

"Nice," Kitty said with a little smile. Jameson and Jasper-- he didn't say that they were twins, but Kitty wondered, and decided she'd find out when she met the other. It would be obvious enough. "I guess I'll go then. And make an appointment with the sketch artist. And just... wait for Jasper to contact me." Maybe by then she'd have her memory back. The first thing she planned on doing when she got home was looking into memory lapses and how long they lasted, as well as what triggered them. It would help her feel better just to know. "Thank you, Detective."

Kitty would learn they were twins, all right - it made Jameson wonder if she'd think it was Jameson again when they met. He hoped she did, he'd get a good laugh out of it. "If'n you want, I can make the appointment with the sketch artist, one last thing you'd have to worry about," he said, standing up with her. It meant he was going to have to rely on his cane again, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. Jameson's mind was working now, processing what information he had and knowing he was calling his brother the second she left. "Like I said, if you remember anything, if you need anything, just let us know." He took out a small card and wrote Jasper's number on the back. "The typed number is mine, the handwritten one is Jasper's. Until then, don't you worry 'bout a thing, Miss McLain." And he meant that. Catching bad guys was what Jameson McQueen did for a living. Anything he could do to help, he would.