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miss_lucy21The interview went well. Fingers crossed.
My brain wanders when I drive long distances- I'm not sure if it's a function of the ADD or if "normal" people are like this too, but there are layers to my attention, and for the most part, if I'm familiar with the route and the weather is clear, then I don't really need higher brain function while I'm driving. Which leaves it free to meander onto other things. Today's other thing was this scene that popped into my brain pretty much fully formed about an hour into the 3 hour drive. Now, I am *not* writing this story. I have a twisty, plotty, long and getting longer every time I contemplate it fic of my own, thankyoukindly. I don't need another story right now. So, I offer it up to the writers of the interwebs, in case it sparks something for someone else, because I think it might be an interesting story (and because I'd like it out of my head so I can get back to the aforementioned twisty fic). I'm just not going to be the one to write it. Feel free to borrow in whole or in part. Just let me know and let me read the result!
"Your lawyer is here," the LAPD officer said, ushering Deeks into the room where Callen was sitting. He didn't look up, didn't make any move to indicate that he'd heard at all, but after watching him for two years, Deeks could usually tell when Callen's attention shifted to something new. So, he was fairly certain that Callen knew he was there, despite the fact that he continued to stare blankly at the table in front of him.
"Thanks," Deeks said to the officer, stepping aside so the officer could exit the room. When the door was closed, he glanced up automatically to ensure the light wasn't blinking on the surveillance camera. He was in here as counsel, so the LAPD shouldn't be filming, and he decided to trust the fact the light wasn't on. Might be stupid, but it wasn't like anything they said in here was going to change the fact that the cops had actually witnessed Callen shooting an apparently unarmed and innocent man. With news cameras rolling. Deeks stifled a sigh and sat down across from Callen. "I know I'm not the person you want to see right now," he said, finally. "They wouldn't let anyone else come back with me." Callen still didn't look up. Deeks waited, because Callen was looking an awful lot like he looked on the beach in Romania last year, and it had taken Sam several minutes to get a response out of him at that point.
"Lawyer?" Callen asked, finally, but he didn't make eye contact.
"Just for right now," Deeks said. "If...well, okay, Granger is working on something to get you out of here. It just might take a little while because apparently, something crazy's happened in DC. I don't know what, but it's complicating things. So, if the DA decides to charge you, and I'm pretty sure they're going to, then you need someone to represent you for the arraignment. I can do that much. If it goes longer than that, we'll find someone more qualified."
Callen nodded slowly, but didn't say anything more. Deeks decided to take that for agreement and continued. "Okay, so what's going to happen here is that when we're done, the detectives are going to come in and they're going to ask if you want to answer questions. I think we should just keep our mouths shut because nothing we say is going to change anything- they have it on tape. Then you'll probably be formally charged and taken down to lock-up. Tomorrow, they'll take you down to court for arraignment. Chances are, you're going to wind up back in lock-up until we get everything sorted out. Which is going to suck, and that's why I'm going to argue to get you out on bail, even though the DA is going to laugh at us."
"Okay," Callen said, quietly.
"Okay," Deeks said. "So, first of all, do you have an objection to pleading not guilty to buy time?" Callen shook his head. "Good. Now, this bail thing. I'm going to argue that you're a federal agent who's very trustworthy and who would never even dream of skipping bail." Or, at any rate, Callen was a federal agent with a partner who could sit on him to keep him from skipping bail. Deeks was under no illusions about the fact that if G wanted to disappear, he would, bail or not. "The DA is going to argue that you don't have any family here and don't really have ties to the community. I can counter that with the fact that you have a house."
G shook his head. "It's not in my name. Not safe."
"Okay, well, scratch that, then," Deeks said. "But we can volunteer to hand over your passport, so that will help." He paused. Callen was not going to want to answer the next question, but it was important. "I haven't looked, I swear. But I have to ask you and I need you to answer. Do you have a criminal record?"
G blinked at the table. "As me?"
"Yeah, as you," Deeks said, hoping that the camera really was off or if it wasn't, that that statement didn't make sense to anyone else. Let's just deal with you as yourself, he thought. We'll leave the rest of the people living in your head aside for right now.
G shook his head. "I got picked up a couple of times, but nothing happened."
"Anything violent?" Deeks asked.
"No," G said. "Shoplifting, mostly."
"Kid stuff," Deeks said. Callen nodded. "Anything drug related?"
Callen didn't answer right away. "Possession. Once. It was...a misunderstanding."
"You weren't charged?" Deeks asked.
"No. Wasn't charged for any of them," Callen said, shaking his head.
Deeks nodded. He could see Callen as a tiny little kid with big blue eyes who looked younger than he was. That was something that could be dangerous, but it could also be useful, if you got picked up by a sympathetic beat cop. "Were you a minor for all of them?" If so, even the arrest records would be sealed.
Callen frowned a little. "For the shoplifting stuff, I was. I...can't remember about the other."
"Okay," Deeks said. "That's fine. You don't have a criminal record, and that's the important part. I don't know if it's going to help, but it won't hurt. We'll try anyway." Callen didn't respond to that. Deeks nodded. "That's all I'm going to ask. Promise."
"Okay," Callen said.
"All right," Deeks said. "I think we're done, really. I'm going to guess that you really don't want to talk to the detectives."
"No," Callen said, shaking his head.
"I think that's a good idea, anyway. We'll just tell them you don't want to talk. You ready to let them in here?"
Callen nodded. "Okay," Deeks said. He got up from the table and went to open the door. "We're ready," he said to the woman waiting outside the door.
"All right," she said, coming into the room. "Agent Callen, do you want to answer questions now?" she asked Callen.
Callen shook his head. "No, we're just going to keep exercising his right to be silent," Deeks confirmed.
"Okay," she said. "Then we're going to take you down to lock-up for tonight." She came around the table and stood next to Callen, waiting for him to stand up. He did so, slowly, not looking at either her or Deeks.
"Hey," Deeks said, as she led Callen towards the door. "Hang in there, okay? Keep your head down. We're working on it."
Callen looked at him, for the first time since Deeks came into the room. It was a pretty bleak look. Deeks nodded at him, trying to seem confident, but he wasn't sure he was really any help. He watched the detective lead Callen away for the second time today.
My brain wanders when I drive long distances- I'm not sure if it's a function of the ADD or if "normal" people are like this too, but there are layers to my attention, and for the most part, if I'm familiar with the route and the weather is clear, then I don't really need higher brain function while I'm driving. Which leaves it free to meander onto other things. Today's other thing was this scene that popped into my brain pretty much fully formed about an hour into the 3 hour drive. Now, I am *not* writing this story. I have a twisty, plotty, long and getting longer every time I contemplate it fic of my own, thankyoukindly. I don't need another story right now. So, I offer it up to the writers of the interwebs, in case it sparks something for someone else, because I think it might be an interesting story (and because I'd like it out of my head so I can get back to the aforementioned twisty fic). I'm just not going to be the one to write it. Feel free to borrow in whole or in part. Just let me know and let me read the result!
"Your lawyer is here," the LAPD officer said, ushering Deeks into the room where Callen was sitting. He didn't look up, didn't make any move to indicate that he'd heard at all, but after watching him for two years, Deeks could usually tell when Callen's attention shifted to something new. So, he was fairly certain that Callen knew he was there, despite the fact that he continued to stare blankly at the table in front of him.
"Thanks," Deeks said to the officer, stepping aside so the officer could exit the room. When the door was closed, he glanced up automatically to ensure the light wasn't blinking on the surveillance camera. He was in here as counsel, so the LAPD shouldn't be filming, and he decided to trust the fact the light wasn't on. Might be stupid, but it wasn't like anything they said in here was going to change the fact that the cops had actually witnessed Callen shooting an apparently unarmed and innocent man. With news cameras rolling. Deeks stifled a sigh and sat down across from Callen. "I know I'm not the person you want to see right now," he said, finally. "They wouldn't let anyone else come back with me." Callen still didn't look up. Deeks waited, because Callen was looking an awful lot like he looked on the beach in Romania last year, and it had taken Sam several minutes to get a response out of him at that point.
"Lawyer?" Callen asked, finally, but he didn't make eye contact.
"Just for right now," Deeks said. "If...well, okay, Granger is working on something to get you out of here. It just might take a little while because apparently, something crazy's happened in DC. I don't know what, but it's complicating things. So, if the DA decides to charge you, and I'm pretty sure they're going to, then you need someone to represent you for the arraignment. I can do that much. If it goes longer than that, we'll find someone more qualified."
Callen nodded slowly, but didn't say anything more. Deeks decided to take that for agreement and continued. "Okay, so what's going to happen here is that when we're done, the detectives are going to come in and they're going to ask if you want to answer questions. I think we should just keep our mouths shut because nothing we say is going to change anything- they have it on tape. Then you'll probably be formally charged and taken down to lock-up. Tomorrow, they'll take you down to court for arraignment. Chances are, you're going to wind up back in lock-up until we get everything sorted out. Which is going to suck, and that's why I'm going to argue to get you out on bail, even though the DA is going to laugh at us."
"Okay," Callen said, quietly.
"Okay," Deeks said. "So, first of all, do you have an objection to pleading not guilty to buy time?" Callen shook his head. "Good. Now, this bail thing. I'm going to argue that you're a federal agent who's very trustworthy and who would never even dream of skipping bail." Or, at any rate, Callen was a federal agent with a partner who could sit on him to keep him from skipping bail. Deeks was under no illusions about the fact that if G wanted to disappear, he would, bail or not. "The DA is going to argue that you don't have any family here and don't really have ties to the community. I can counter that with the fact that you have a house."
G shook his head. "It's not in my name. Not safe."
"Okay, well, scratch that, then," Deeks said. "But we can volunteer to hand over your passport, so that will help." He paused. Callen was not going to want to answer the next question, but it was important. "I haven't looked, I swear. But I have to ask you and I need you to answer. Do you have a criminal record?"
G blinked at the table. "As me?"
"Yeah, as you," Deeks said, hoping that the camera really was off or if it wasn't, that that statement didn't make sense to anyone else. Let's just deal with you as yourself, he thought. We'll leave the rest of the people living in your head aside for right now.
G shook his head. "I got picked up a couple of times, but nothing happened."
"Anything violent?" Deeks asked.
"No," G said. "Shoplifting, mostly."
"Kid stuff," Deeks said. Callen nodded. "Anything drug related?"
Callen didn't answer right away. "Possession. Once. It was...a misunderstanding."
"You weren't charged?" Deeks asked.
"No. Wasn't charged for any of them," Callen said, shaking his head.
Deeks nodded. He could see Callen as a tiny little kid with big blue eyes who looked younger than he was. That was something that could be dangerous, but it could also be useful, if you got picked up by a sympathetic beat cop. "Were you a minor for all of them?" If so, even the arrest records would be sealed.
Callen frowned a little. "For the shoplifting stuff, I was. I...can't remember about the other."
"Okay," Deeks said. "That's fine. You don't have a criminal record, and that's the important part. I don't know if it's going to help, but it won't hurt. We'll try anyway." Callen didn't respond to that. Deeks nodded. "That's all I'm going to ask. Promise."
"Okay," Callen said.
"All right," Deeks said. "I think we're done, really. I'm going to guess that you really don't want to talk to the detectives."
"No," Callen said, shaking his head.
"I think that's a good idea, anyway. We'll just tell them you don't want to talk. You ready to let them in here?"
Callen nodded. "Okay," Deeks said. He got up from the table and went to open the door. "We're ready," he said to the woman waiting outside the door.
"All right," she said, coming into the room. "Agent Callen, do you want to answer questions now?" she asked Callen.
Callen shook his head. "No, we're just going to keep exercising his right to be silent," Deeks confirmed.
"Okay," she said. "Then we're going to take you down to lock-up for tonight." She came around the table and stood next to Callen, waiting for him to stand up. He did so, slowly, not looking at either her or Deeks.
"Hey," Deeks said, as she led Callen towards the door. "Hang in there, okay? Keep your head down. We're working on it."
Callen looked at him, for the first time since Deeks came into the room. It was a pretty bleak look. Deeks nodded at him, trying to seem confident, but he wasn't sure he was really any help. He watched the detective lead Callen away for the second time today.