Mentions of rape and sexual assault in this chapter
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"There's no way.. You're just an intern..."

Hurst mumbled under his breath as he looked over the death certificate over and over again, looking for a mistake a note of forgery. He wouldn't find one, she knew he wouldn't.

"How did you do it?" He looked up at her, laying the death certificate on his desk.

His eyes were wide, defeat, embarrassment, and cowardice. Beaten at his own game.

"How?" She repeated his question and bit the end off of the word with a scoff. "I actually did my job- your job. All of this was solved easily. If you did your job, did your research you could have solved it just as easily but obviously you are too incompetent to even do that." "You're just some girl." "Yeah? Well just some girl solved your towns oldest cold case. If your town is going to have to rely on out of town barbies to solve your missing children's cases then I suggest you look for a new job." She snapped.

She turned to leave. He jumped up, angered. He stomped over to her. His hand snatched her wrist while the other hand slammed the door shut. "The hell do you think you're doing?" Fancy snapped.

"I can't have you running around ruining my reputation, Barbie, surely you understand that." He snapped at her, a grin, a dangerous grin, was on his face.

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you." "Oh it's not me I'm worried about." Francine countered.

"Perhaps I can cut you a deal." He offered, his voice smoothing out. "Pretty thing like you... well... you outta be gifted with things other than detective work." His grip tightened and he pulled her closer to him. "I help you out and you help me. How's that sound, Barbie?" she didn't even have to hesitate. Her body moved before she could even think.

Her hand made its way across his face and a fierce pop echoed around the room. His free hand reached up to touch his cheek where she had slapped him. His eyes darkened.

"You'll regret that."

The door to the office opened and Janet stood. Hurst let go of Fancy and instantly stepped back. "What are you doing?" He snarled at Janet. "I heard a commotion." Janet said flatly and looked to Fancy. Her eyes scanned her carefully, looking for any injury. Clearly she was more concerned about Francine's safety than Hurst's.

Francine wondered if he had done this sort of thing before, but never caught by anyone but his secretary.

"Everyone's fine. Just go back to your desk." Hurst snapped at her. Janet held fancy's gaze a little longer and then turned to leave. Fancy and Hayden were alone again.

" Get out."

Hayden commended, his voice was firm but not shouting.

"You're going to file this, right? And mark it as solved?" She asked, referring to her case file. "It's none of your business what I do and don't do." He added. "Get out of my office." "It's the business of the people in your community that you have sworn to protect." Fancy added. "Or am I going to have to do that part of your job for you too?"

He didn't explode. He didn't charge at her. Instead he asked her a question. One she wasn't expecting from him. "Francine," He began. The use of her name and not one of his crude nicknames caught her off guard immediately.

"The night William Afton died, March third, where were you?"

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"I'm sorry?" "March third at ten fifteen pm. Where were you, Francine?" She took a step back.

Who had the power now? It was slipping from her grasp but she refused to let it go. No, she had the power. She had the answers. Not this pig.

"I was with Michael Schmidt." she said. "Interviewing him for my investigation." She added. "Really?" Hurst said. "If you are insinuating that I had anything to do with the death of Afton-" "Of course not." Hurt said, his tone was meticulous and calculated. It made the hairs on the back of Fancy's neck stand up.

"However, we had a call come in around 11pm about some serious Arson on Mirkwood Drive." A chill went up her spine. "You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

Don't drop your guard. Be smart. Be calculated. You are the one with the answers not him.

"No."

Fancy said simply. "Do you know how many accounts of Arson this town has ever had?" She didn't respond. "None. We've never had any account of arson, ever in Hurricane Utah." He told her. "And one day this arrogant little Intern shows up and we've got arson, two missing persons, and unidentified human remains." He explained.

Wait, human remains? "Human remains?" She asked.

"At the arson. There was nothing left but ash. But some of that ash tested positive for human remains. This wouldnt' of had anything to do with you, would it?" "No." Fancy answered again, trying to sound sure of herself.

"Missing persons? Who do you have missing now?" "Afton, you know of, but the second is new. A young Nelson Patrick visited us a day ago and filed a missing persons report for his father." He explained, his jaw clenched and teeth bared too much when he spoke. "Know anything about it?" "No." Fancy replied.

"I don't." "Well good." Hurst sat back down at his desk.

"I'd hate to lock you up for arson and murder in the first degree." He said it almost like it was a threat. Was it a threat?

"Are you threatening me?" "Of course not." He looked up from his seat.

"But if you ever set foot in my town again, Francine I will ruin you." he explained, eyes cold and icy. Fancy's hands rolled into fists. Her nails dug into her skin. He was threatening her. She walked over to his desk.

"And I would just hate to investigate your time here at Hurricane PD and find out just how many other women you have sexually harassed and possibly even raped." The color drained from his face. She had the power again.

"Understand this, sir." now she bared her teeth too much when she spoke, drunk on power. "If you come after me with any charges related to whatever it is you think I have done I. Will. Ruin. You. I won't hesitate and I will show you no mercy. There will be full no quarter in my investigation. You saw it with this," She gestured down to the case file on her desk. "And I'll do it again to you. I will destroy you. Do we have an understanding?" He didn't say anything. "Good." She said. "Don't forget to sign off on my observation sheet before I leave for Connecticut on Sunday."

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Fancy made her way for the exit of the police station when someone cleared their throat from behind her. She turned around and Janet had stood at her desk, a warm smile on her face.

"Yes?"

Fancy asked as she walked over to her, thinking maybe she had forgotten something, or god forbid Janet had heard everything that she had said to Hayden and was going to be extending another threat to her. Janet wouldn't. Surely not.

"I'm proud of you."

It caught her so off guard Fancy stumbled a few steps backwards.

"I'm sorry?" "Don't be." Janet said. "It's about time someone put that pig in his place." Janet said with a weary smile.

"You mean-" "Yes." Janet nodded. Fancy had just been going on assumptions, she didn't know if there was any actual sexual assault going on in the officer here at the Hurricane Police Department.

"Why do you think there are no other women who work on his side of the building? He's a monster, Francine. Thank you for putting it in his face." Fancy nodded, a smile now on her own face. A sympathetic one.

"Yes ma'am." She said. "If he does anything. Anything at all, you let me know." She handed her a slip of paper on it with her number. "I'll run him into the ground." She said. "Bless you, Francine." Janet said sweetly. "I'll make sure he signs off on your observation paper work and any negative comments he leaves will just have to get lost in the mail." She said with a wink. "Thank you Janet."