Warnings: Angst, criminal activity

Word Count: 1305

Your POV

"C'mon, Josh, let's go!" you said impatiently, tapping the dash of the car as you did so.

Josh turned the key again, but the car only spluttered and died once again. You turned and looked through the rear window of the car, the lights were growing closer.

"It won't go," Josh said in defeat, his hand dropping from the keys.

"Well then what are our other options? We can't just stay here."

Josh turned and looked at you, "Look around us, Y/N, where are we going to go?"

You turned and grabbed the duffel bag from the backseat, pulling it into your lap, "We've been on the run for seven years now, and I'm not about to give it all up because you just choose to sit here."

You opened the car door and stepped outside, immediately pulling your hood up. Sirens were audible in the distance, but you kept your chin up and kept walking. Josh could fend for himself from now on, you were better off working on your own anyway.

You heard the car door slam behind you, but you didn't dare turn around. If he really cared about you staying, he could come after you. Sirens continued to grow closer, but you remained focused on getting away as fast as you could.

"Y/N!"

You kept walking.

"They're going to be here any second, we're stronger together."

You said nothing.

"If we get caught, remember our deal. We both stay quiet, no matter what they offer us."

The sirens were directly behind you now. You could hear yelling, but you kept walking. At this point, it was useless, but you didn't care.

"Put your hands in the air!"

You spun on your heel, immediately pulling your gun up in defense. Three cops were standing behind you, their weapons aimed directly at you. Behind them, you could see Josh pressed up against your getaway car being handcuffed.

"Drop the weapon and nobody gets hurt."

You sighed and tossed your weapon on the ground in front of you. Slowly, you raised your hands in defeat.

"The bag too."

You dropped the bag to the ground at your feet and kicked it away from you. One of the cops rushed forward and grabbed your hands, forcing them behind your back. Another grabbed the bag and unzipped it, revealing all the money that you and Josh had just stolen. The cop shoved your back, leading you towards the mass of cop cars.

Seven years of meticulous planning, not leaving a single trace, and numerous aliases, down the drain.

Josh's POV

I watched as they led her towards another one of the cop cars. She kept her head bent low, and the anger on her face was evident. I should have gone with her, together we could have made it out of here. What was I thinking?

"That your girlfriend?" the cop sitting in the front seat asked.

"No," I answered, pulling my gaze away from the window. "Just a friend."

"Pretty hot friend you got there."

My hands autonomously balled into fists. If it weren't for the handcuffs on my wrists and the bars dividing the backseat from the front, I would have decked the guy. He had no right to talk about Y/N like that. Another cop slid into the passenger seat of the car.

"Squadron 451, you're clear to leave. Over," a voice crackled over the radio.

"This is Officer Hendricks, we have Dun in the car. Over," the driver answered.

I leaned back against the seats and looked up at the roof of the car. We had been so careful this time, what had happened?

Your POV

"Just tell us how you did it, and you're free to go," the detective said, pacing back across the room yet again. Your eyes followed him as he walked.

"That's not happening."

He walked over and placed his hands on the table, "If you do, you get to go free and your buddy will serve all the jail time you've accumulated."

You looked him straight in the eyes, "Apparently I wasn't clear enough the first time. That's. Not. Happening."

The cop turned away, grumbling to himself. You shifted slightly in your chair, making it a bit more comfortable.

"I want a lawyer," you stated plainly.

The cop turned back to face you, shooting you a look. You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing that this was testing his patience. If you played your cards right, you could get him angry enough that it would end up helping your case.

"I know my rights, and I'm not saying anything until I've had a consultation."

"I'll be back," the cop said, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Josh's POV

I shifted in my chair again, trying to release some of the tension in my back. It had been awhile since there had been someone in the room with me, giving me plenty of time to think. The only sound was a low murmur of conversation outside the door and the occasional outburst from Y/N in the next room over.

The door swung open, giving me an opportunity to glance at the clock. It had been four hours since they had brought us in, and nothing had happened. The cops had tried every trick in the book, but both of us were standing our ground. If one of us didn't do something soon, we were both going to have a big trial, and lots of jail time, on our hands.

"So, Dun, has some alone time loosened you up at all?"

I clenched my jaw tightly and shut my eyes. What I was about to do was going to seal my fate forever.

"Yes."

The cop walked over and took a seat across from me. The slightest hint of a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It has?"

I nodded.

"What is it that you need to tell me?"

"I did it. All of it."

"And?"

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, "I did it alone."

He looked a bit taken aback by my statement, but nodded. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the corner of the room, nervously chewing on the inside of my cheek. The cop organized his papers before standing back up and tucking them under his arm. Behind me, the door opened and closed. As soon as I knew I was alone, I leaned forward and buried my head in my arms.

Your POV

One of the cops walked back into the room and stood across the table from me. You continued to stare at the table.

"Looks like it's your lucky day. Your friend confessed to all the crimes."

You scoffed and looked up from the table, "Do you think I'm dumb? You already tried that one on me."

The cop walked forward and unlocked the handcuffs. You immediately pulled your hands out and massaged the indents that had been left on your wrists.

"Go see for yourself."

You got up from the chair and walked out of the holding room. Sure enough, Josh was being escorted down the hallway by two cops.

"Josh!" you called, running forward.

Another cop stopped you before you got too close, but Josh turned his head just enough to see you. You were confused, hadn't he been the one that came up with the deal of both of you staying quiet? So why had he confessed?

"Josh, we need to get out of here right now," you said.

Alarms were blaring all around you, only heightening your anxiety. Josh reached forward and grabbed your hand.

"I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to let them hurt you."

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks as you watched his yellow hair round the corner in the hallway. Josh Dun loved you.

"The exit is that way," one of the cops said, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Thanks," you said meekly, quickly walking out of the building.

You took a second to look around you as you stepped outside. Josh had given you something that you hadn't been given in a long time: a second chance. And for that, you loved him.