Ashley Deslorieux looked through the files of their latest case with her co-worker Emmy raver-Lampman as Ashley looked through the files and signed as she looked at the women who was sitting across from her with her legs cross and as she sighed arms crossed towards her chest legs bouncing around sightly

"I don't understand, How we can finger this shit out" She sighed putting a hand on her table as she tapped her fingers on the desk as she sang a little tune under her breath.

"I know he didn't do it" Emmy concluded as she tried to end the conversation. "I know, He didn't do it. I know that He would never kill someone" Emmy said pointing a finger at Ashley.

Ashely sighed and shook her head as she put the man's files down on her desk and rested her chin on the back of her hands as she looked down shuffling things around on her desk.

"I don't understand how you are defending this guy Emmy, You don't even know him" She said leaning and sitting up in her hair.

Emmy leaned back in her chair as she covered her mouth with her hand and groaned clapping her hands together holding her hands into a ball. "I know that, But you gotta listen to me Alysha, I know that the guy is innocent. Sure he was seen holding the body where and trying to get it to the hospital but he's to-" She said.

"But He never should have fucking touced the body or put the body in his car. It doesn't matter if he was trying to help or if his heart was in the right place. He still had the body in his possession. In the back of his fucking Car Em! IN HIS CAR!" Alysha yelled out slamming her bawled up on the table causing Emmy to jump.

Emmy sighed and shook her head as she looked at her "I understand that but he-" She tried to say.

"I'm sorry, Emmy But we can't do anything. He's a suspect of this murder case If he didn't want to be apart of this case then he should have never been involved" She said getting up and collecting her thing as she walked over to the door before turing back and looking at her.

"Don't put your faith into a criminal Em, It's only going to lead to problems and cause hearts and faith to falter away completely " Alysha muttered as she walked out of the room leaving Emmy alone thinking by herself.

~Timeskip to when the admin stops thinking about writing a lams one-shot book and thinking about hoe school is killing them~

"So, What does that mean for me?" The man who we know by name is Daveed Diggs who was sitting slumped down in the chair looking down at the table hands folded as he shifted around in his seat. "Am i going to prison??" He said asking Emmy "I-I was just trying to help the guy to the h-h-hospital" He said in a quiet voice. Emma looked at the man and sighed as she twirled her pen around in her hand.

She wanted to help the poor guy, She really didn't but He was at the scene of the crime, He touched the body, He had the body in his car and in his possession. His fingerprints were at the scene of the crime.

Everything added up except for one thing and that was were the hell was the murder weapon. Without a murder weapon then no one can link Daveed to the crime, If there is no object placed their to committed it.

"When you were there at the house, Mr. Diggs did you see any tool that was used to commit the crime, Any type like a knife, or a gun or maybe an axe" She said clicking her pen as she was about to write down anything the man said.

"Well, I don't really know what happened because I got there late but.... Ummm I did hear something" Daveed said looking at her through his hair.

"You did??" Emma said in surprise "What did you hear?" Emmy leaned up in her seat giving him her full undivided attention.

'I heard screaming from the house. It was a shrill voice like a crawling scratching on a chalkboard. It was so loud it makes you wanna cover your ears and then move your hands away to see that they are just bleeding and bleeding...." He said in a taut voice.

Emmy shook her head as she wrote down Daveed's account of what he had heard from the night before, It seemed to her that he had heard a lot from a woman screaming "NO, STOP...N-NO LET ME GO!!". Daveed had seen what the woman had looked like and he decided to give Emmy her a perfect description of what women look like blonde, 4'3 in height, Fair skinned ect. Emmy looked at what he had told her and nodded her head.

"Wow, This is really.... Very vast description of what the victimed look like Mr. Diggs" Emmy said in disbelief "This makes me feel like you were the one who committed the actual crime" She jokes with him.

Daveed chuckled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck letting out a slow breath that he was holding in. "Yeah, I know i-it's crazy. But I saw her in the window and i" He muttered.

Emmy looked up at him and shook her head "Whoa, Whoa... You said who was there with her through the window? Is that what you're going at?? Emmy muttered.

Emmy sighed as she scratched the back of her head as she stood there with Oak as she talked to him about the case, Emma knew that Mr. Diggs didn't do it. She had faith that he didn't do it. He's a nice and sweet guy and why the hell would someone like him commit such a heinous crime of a 72 year old blonde woman that was involved with her death. Emmy couldn't understand it.

"Well, Em, He is a suspect in this case" Oak said as he took a sip of his supposedly hot coffee only to grimace in disgust. "Aww, mhmm Okay. That's cold" He said walking over to the coffee maker and poured out the coffee and poured him a nice fresh hot one.

Emmy groaned and walked over to the and sat down at the table and put her hands in her hair letting out a deep exasperated. In her mind she was just thinking "What am i going to do, What the hell am i going to do" She though "On one hand He seems innocent and on the other hand, He heard and saw a guy in the room with with the lady that was killed" She muttered and looked a Oak with a tried look "I don't wanna be the person who puts a man who might be innocent in prison" She said while laying her head on the table whined. Oak looked at her as he leaned on the countertop hands faced down.

His lips turned into a deep frown, He hated seeing His co-worker like this. He hated seeing Emmy upset in any type of way whatsoever. Oak looked to his side and saw the bulletin board there with all sorts of notes about planning and special events that were to some up soon.

One note caught his eye, It was a picture of everyone who had just finished the course for the RCT training. It was a picture of everyone smiling and in celebration because they had just become detectives. He saw Emmy in the picture with her hair all braided up before she decided to just wear it down and in a ponytail. She was in a dark navy blue uniform with her silver badge pinned to the left on her breast pocket. He remembered the words that they all said together in sync.

"We are a family, Meaning No man gets left behind or forgotten"he uttered to himself as he looked back at the unhappy emmy who had her head down.

"You wanna prove his innocence, Huh?? Oak muttered, turning to look at Emmy as he took four steps towards her and pulled out the seat in front of her causing Emmy to look up at him confused as she wiped her eyes from tears.

"Yeah, I do" She sighs and peeks her head up a bit looking at him with red puffy eyes. "But How am I going to prove his innocence when he has so much evidence to back him up as the killer?" She quested "It seems impossible, Oak. Just plain and utterly impossible" She says in a brittled way.

"Well, You believe that the guy is innocent and he didn't do it. So that means we need to look back at his account and see if anything is completely sealed up tight" He guffly replied.

"And if it doesn't??" She proclaimed to him

"Then, If it doesn't then we are looking at the case of a cold blooded killer" Oak said, his voice sounding nervous.

Emmy looked at Oak and as she looked down, her face went a ghostly  pale.

"He can't be a cold-blooded killer?, Right" She questioned in her head.

He can't be right??

A/n: I don't think i'll write a second part to this. I don't have anything about this and I really wanted to write a part like a criminal thing with two of them.