Cale had made the mistake of not visiting Leela once when she was in trouble and had nearly gotten his head caved in for the lack of effort, especially since he was the reason she was in trouble to begin with. Granted, these were completely different circumstances. For one, she wasn't in life-threatening danger, merely locked up. And, it wasn't Cale's fault. Leela had managed this all on her own. Hell, Cale hadn't had the slightest clue what she had been up to until he'd heard about the fight down in the city and that Leela had been part of it.

Regardless of his lack of culpability and the danger of her dying, Cale showed up at the precinct anyway if only to avoid the beating he was bound to receive once she got out if he didn't. Although, the kissing that had followed he could definitely take again. Willingly.

"Wow," he said as he stepped up to the bars of Leela's cell. "And here I thought it would be you visiting me in here first."

Sam had spent several days in his cell in the precinct, along with the people that had stood by him during the fight over the Yeerk. He'd talked a little with the others, been visited by Cybil, interrogated by Javert, and preached to by Daimon. But most of Sam Winchester's time was eaten up by his thoughts, his conscience descending over him like a shroud and blanketing him waves of guilt, remorse and regret. He'd caused all of this.

He still felt Schmuz was dangerous. He still felt the Yeerk had to die. But all of that was becoming less and less important as he was reminded over and over again--by his own conscience--that he had caused people to be hurt, and he could have potentially caused even more to be hurt. He'd gotten this group of people mixed up in something that was likely to have long-lasting consequences for each of them. It was a mess, and he'd caused all of it.

Pushing himself to his feet, he hobbled the short journey from his cot to the bars that held him in his cell and rested his weight on them, pressing his face against the cold metal cylinders.

"I'm sorry," he said, loud enough for all of his fellow prisoners to hear him. "I'm sorry I got you guys mixed up in this."


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"Okay, seriously Bella, explain. What the heck made you think going after the Yeerk was a good idea?"

Wags had decided to visit Bella in the precinct, to figure out just what had been going through her head earlier. He had an inkling of what it was, mostly becuase he too had wanted the Yeerk to die for mcuh the same reason Sam had been giving, but, being a Bone Gnawer who believe in democracy, was far mire inclined to actually listen when it came to stuff like the ruling of a jury.

Roxie has been doing a lot of work here and there on her little ex-vet's-office. It's a small building, barely big enough for a reception area and a few offices and storage areas. She's taken down the alien lettering of the sign out front of the building, leaving it a freestanding blank, and an odd pile of removed shelving and cabinetry sits off to the side of the lot.

She's decided to leave the building to air out, today: there's the faint stink of drying paint coming from somewhere in there, wafting out through the open windows (in all room but one, the windows of which seem to have been painted over with black from the inside) and doors.

And Roxie herself, well, she's sitting in a rolling office chair that's been dragged out onto the sidewalk out front, and her head is leaning back with her eyes closed.