Korra, for a moment, just watched the detective; eyes roaming about his body as she pictured the chiseled features she had caught a glance of only minutes earlier. Catching herself barely moments before he glanced in her direction, her head turned away and she silently watched the cars pass by then climbed up into his truck. Leaning out of the car to pull the semi-heavy door closed, the shirt she wore crept up her skin slowly, again revealing the pair of ears that laid just below her waistline, teasing the detective with one more mystery just itching to be solved, or so it seemed. A small sigh of effort left Korra’s relatively small body as she pulled the door shut and leaned back into the car seat, running her fingers through the cute tangled mess of curls that sat on top of her head as she looked at the road ahead of them.<br/><br/>“I’m not going to beg you to listen to me or even to care that the person your convicting is the wrong one. There is only one thing im going to say,” Korra started, pausing to look at the detective, her sharp green eyes meeting his, “I didn’t do this. I know it’s simple and you haven’t a reason to believe me but somewhere inside that analytical brain of yours, you know it’s true. You can interrogate me all you want detective, but that will never change the fact that I had nothing to do with Annie’s death.” Finishing what she had to say, Korra turned her head away and looked out at the city as it passed by in a blur.<br/><br/>Letting her thoughts drift back to when she had actually lived in her hometown, Korra vividly remembered the merciless taunting and over-kill beatings she received by other kids in that town. How she never really fit in with everyone else and how much pain she brought with her everywhere she went. The people there wouldn’t enjoy having her back; no doubt they were the ones behind all of this. They would give anything to see her locked away like the ‘criminal’ she was. Poison rain drenched her thoughts and happiest memories as she was thrown back into the time she had spent living in Texas.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Micheal was sitting on the front steps of their run-down home, his blonde shaggy hair plastered to his forehead and his breath coming in shallow gasps as he gripped his navy blue Abercrombie T-shirt. Dropping her heavy backpack to the cement as she bent over to hold her side, a cramp stabbing painfully at her side with every breath, blood dripped to the boiling cement below her; Korra could almost swear she heard it sizzle from the heat radiating off of the pavement. “Korra? Are you okay?” Micheal’s small soft voice asked from above her. <br/><br/>Lifting her head to look up at him, Korra gave him a lopsided smile of reassurance and gave a nod. “Of course I am Mikey, it’s just a few bruises and scrapes, it’s no big deal. Go inside, I’ll be in here in a minute, okay?” she said calmly, slowly straightening up as she caught her breath. Micheal didn’t look like he believed her but he nodded and turned, running up the last couple of rotting, green paint peeled steps to the front door. Pushing it in, dust from the door hinges fell to the porch and a low-pitched scream of protest came from the door as it was pushed in. Micheal disappeared into the shadows of the home before the door was pushed closed with a click. <br/><br/>Once Korra was sure that Micheal was gone, she sunk to the blisteringly hot pavement and pressed her forehead to the ground. Tears streamed down her cheeks before falling from her chin to the sidewalk, turning it a dark gray color as she sat there and cried. The fiery pain stabbing at her left lung making it hard to breath as her breaths came in soft gasps and sobs. Almost as if all the air was rushing out of her lung it would from a balloon if punctured. Her consciousness came and went as the ebbing tides of the ocean, but soon a dark blanket of unconsciousness closed her eyes for the final time.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Korra’s body jumped as she bolted upright in the car seat, for a moment forgetting where she was, she looked around for her fiancé. But instead of her fiancé, her eyes landed on detective Bertelli. Slowly her body began to sink back into the car seat and she tried to play off her small panic attack as if it didn’t happen.<br/><br/>Her thoughts began to gather again the longer she sat there until she remembered where she was and why. “Where are we?” she asked quietly, looking out the window as she realized they were definitely no longer in LA.