She heard the cars tyres crunching over the gravel in the driveway, then came the loud knocking on the front door and she smiled as she eyed the clock - not bad. She opened the door and was faced with a rather tall police officer weilding a piece of paper.

"Charon Death?"

She grinned.

"That would be me...yes."

He didn't seem to find it funny at all.

"I have a warrant to search your house and grounds, I also have a warrant for your immediate arrest. Read her, her rights."

Charon held up her hand.

"Woah, woah, woah! Would someone kindly tell me why I'm being arrested? I thought you were here because you'd had complaints about the noise or something!"

The tall policeman gestured to his subordinate who took the paper and read it out to her.

"You are being arrested on suspicion of a multiple homicide perpetrated at the studio of the tv show Standpoint earlier today and the attempted murder of Amile Bubilefark, Seer and Kizmat."

Charon now laughed.

"Really? You call Bubilefark being almost hit by a dead body attempted murder? I'd call that someone trying to do the World a favour!"

Both police officers looked at her.

"So you admit to the charges?"

Charon snorted with laughter.

"No. I watched the whole thing on TV dude, along with half the country."

The subordinate stood in front of her.

"Miss Death please place your hands on the back of your head."

Charon did as she was asked, afterall, it wasn't exactly the first time she'd been arrested. She let out a long drawn our breath as though the whole thing was mildly tedious. Subordinate snapped one bracelet on her right wrist, pulled her right arm down and then brought the left one down to meet it and snapped the second bracelet into place. Tall officer was already stood in her hallway, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I hope you put everything back where you found it and if there's anything missing, it'll come out of your paypacket sunshine."

She half grinned as she was steered towards the rear of the police car and sat inside of it.

20 minutes later they arrived at the police station where she went through the usual process of fingerprinting, photographs and they took her laces etc. She was then re-cuffed and dumped into an interrogation room with a large mirror facing her, she grinned. She made herself comfortable and simply waited.

She knew they would leave her there for a good while and her internal clock told her that someone would be in within the next few minutes. An older guy entered the room and she almost laughed. He obviously watched NCIS way too much, he'd even cut his hair marine style and some funny guy had told him he looked a bit like Gibbs at some point, he did but this guy was way too fat and too bald for a start. She tried not to think about it as he sat across from her fiddling with the large file in front of him. She took a deep breath and then blew it out slowly, he finally realised she wasn't going to bite and began to talk.

"Why did you do it?"

Charon sat up a bit higher in the chair.

"Do what?"

He glared at her, she gave him a lopsided grin.

"Why did you kill all those people at tv studio?"

She did laugh now.

"I didn't. I wasn't anywhere near the studio, in fact, I was in an executive office in the CW Building if you care to check the security footage."

His face was a mask of surprise.

"Why didn't you say earlier?"

"No one asked me."

He stared at her and then shot a glance back at the mirror, she knew it was a signal for someone else to go and check what she'd said.

"What were you doing at CW Building exactly?"

She chewed her lip a couple of times, looked down at the table between them and then back up at him.

"I broke into Reverend Jones office and was attempting to gain access to his office safe."

"You were what?!"

She grinned.

"Well, I get bored and I thought to myself what would be a good challenge and then I thought that breaking into a safe might be interesting."

"Do you break into offices and crack safes on a regular basis?"

She looked up at the ceiling as though she were thinking this through.

"No. Just Reverend Jones'."

"Any reason in particular you chose Reverend Jones' safe to crack?"

She shrugged.

"I heard his safe was the beefiest one in the building, thats all really."

He shot another look at the mirror that meant that someone should go and find Jones and ask him to check if anything had been taken. Charon grinned again. The Gibbs lookalike stared at her trying to work out exactly what he was dealing with.

"Okay well I'm going to leave you here for awhile. We need to verify everything you've told us and then we'll decide what exactly we are going to charge you with."

He left the room and Charon chuckled to herself when she thought of Jones getting a visit from the cops, he'd probably wet himself.

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