In Custody Novels & Stories

Lizzie voices her confusion, "she wouldn't just come back like this without a reason. Someone, or something.. An event or occasion?" Dean nods beside her, "that's what I was thinking." "Is she in custody?" Lizzie asks, turning to me. I bite my lip.. What is she getting at? If Lizzie thinks for one second she will be left alone with that woman, she can think again! "She is in custody yes. A guarded silver barred cell." I explain, hoping she wants to ensure her safety. That's not the look that crosses her face or features; her shoulders become stiff, and her face tautens, "I want to see her. I want to know why she's here."

“If he’s found guilty… does that mean I get them back?” “I can’t confirm that,” the officer replied, “but for now, you are automatically the one with custody.” Fatima's body went still. She didn’t even hear him wish her goodnight as he walked away. Only two sentences kept repeating in her mind: As long as Nicholas is locked up, she gets her kids back.

"Exactly. Well, Miss Stuart should be in protective custody. But I'm inclined to believe she's innocent, so I'll go easy on you." The girl's hands are shaking so much that she fears she is having a nervous breakdown right there in the police station. Crimson continues: "For the next few days, you will not be allowed to leave the city or the country. We will be on standby at all times, watching your next steps, and any attempt to escape will result in your immediate arrest for resisting." She says nothing. The deputy starts typing something into the computer and prints the document, still continuing with his explanations:

"Okay. But let's call Judy first, see what the custody situation looks like now." Elena called her sister while Arthur drove toward Mark's house. "Elena!" Judy sounded excited. "I just watched the news coverage of your presentation. You were incredible!" "Thanks. Judy, what's happening with custody? Mark got arrested, so..." "With Mark in federal custody and facing serious criminal charges, you should be able to get emergency custody of the kids. I'm already working on the paperwork." Elena felt hope and fear at the same time. "What if they don't want to come with me? They've been told I'm the bad guy for months."

“If they say this proves he’s not fit to be here?” “Then we push back harder,” James said. “Legal, political, public. You have the muscle to make any custody claim costly for them. You don’t hand him over. You never, ever hand him over while those babies are inside him. You build a firewall: medical, legal, physical. Cameras, vetted staff, background checks. Anyone who comes near Jay has to pass through you first.”

We cannot let this opportunity slip out of our hands, we cannot afford to lose the only chance that we have. Torches soon appeared in front of us that lighted up the insides of the prison wagon. The blood-drinkers were illuminated in a fiery sinister light by the fire, they looked devilish and ruthless. Even without the red light of the fire they still looked like that to me. Cordelia opened up the prison wagon and ordered everyone to come down. “Get down and line up,” she strongly said as she pulled several captives down to the ground. We followed down the rest of the captives as Rufus walked us to a nearby clearing. He would often smile at Ezekiel and walked beside him. I pulled Ezekiel aw

"What kind of management?" "Protective custody," Walsh said smoothly. "Secure facilities designed for high-risk supernatural individuals. You'd be comfortable, well-cared for, but removed from situations where your presence could trigger further violence." "You mean prison," Sarah said flatly. "I mean protection," Walsh corrected. "For you, for your daughter, and for the human population that could be caught in the crossfire of future supernatural conflicts." Matthew stepped forward, his Alpha authority filling the room. "And if we refuse?"

“You authenticated the shared-claim package with your own voice under a sixty-second clock. Langford acknowledged the addendum under protest. The distribution list released. The regulatory referral remains drafted. The seventy-two-hour log remains staged. All of that is material. What is also material is that every surface Langford used to contain you has been contested or taken. The loft is no longer a controlled perimeter. The Hilliard observation is no longer exclusive. The recruitment authorization is no longer a clean internal record. You are standing in a neutral location that is neutral only in the joint-protocol language. In practice it is a surface I finished writing before you left

"Interstate flight. Conspiracy. This falls under FBI jurisdiction. He's ours." "Bullshit. The murders happened in my city. The victims are my responsibility. Caruso gives his statement at my precinct. To my people." "Caruso is in protective custody. Federal protective custody. Which means he stays with us until we're satisfied we have everything we need." Webb crossed his arms. "Then maybe we'll let you have him for local charges." "Maybe?" Morrison's voice rose. "Maybe? You arrogant son of a—"

I muttered, raising my fist to land another punch on him, but a corp stopped me instead. “That's enough, Mr. Eric! We have him under our control, it's not going to solve anything trying to fight him because he's handcuffed.” The corp said. “Dude, relax.” Tyler whispered behind me, and I shoved him off, moving away from Aaron before I do something I might regret sooner. “We'll take him to our custody for the meantime, Mr. Eric Sloan.” The corp added. “What do you mean custody? Take him to prison instead! What he did can't be forgiven, he tried to ruin my image in public and even went as far as using my wife's name as the culprit.” I slammed the corp who remained deadpanned.