As planned into the portkey itself when it had been made, Simon and his charge were deposited in an even more desolate portion of the abandoned underground. Greeeeaat. The auror momentarily slipped out his wand and cast a simple "Lumos..." so he could see a bit better in the darkened tunnels, eventually making his way with Jorge towards the direction of the holding cells. Or rather cell...the new set-up really only a cordoned off and magically barricaded section of the Underground with benches.

Another two waves and his light went out dimming the area and allowing him passage into the area at the same time, resetting the magic behind him as instructed. Slipping his wand away, Simon got a better grip on the bound yet conscious man and rested him down on one of the benches before debating his next move. Normally he could exit past doors and release him, but now there were more magical shields between so the auror was unsure of the way to work it out.

Finally he took his wand out once more and bound Jorge's hands...in front to allow for better seating and questioning when the others arrived. They would be handling the arrest civilly after all. Simon then stepped back a distance away and cast a finite to break the body bind and began moving back to the magical boundaries, walking backwards to keep alert of his charge.

Walking into the darkest places in the department since these areas would be where rats preferred to run around compared to other places with more light and inhabitants, Josh searched the floors if there was one of those rodents around. He had a treat in his pocket for them; the dead bug he had found in Emily's office. It was only one but was still a treat for them.

Hmm...he couldn't see any rats around. They probably ran and hid themselves somewhere when they realised him approaching even though he was careful and meant no threat to them. But then...the auror heard the noises which meant there were others around. Following the faint source of sounds, Josh found Simon standing there. Oh...he had brought a criminal? How sweet. He didn't try to see who was the criminal right away though, he had something else in mind now. This bug. He took the bug out of his pocket. "Dude, look what i have here."

He needed to turn towards the magical gate to momentarily disarm it once more just enough to allow him through. A move that should have been relatively smooth and quick without any trouble. However something in the magic was fouling up and the auror's bad mood wasn't helping his concentration to fix it. Taking a deep breath to attempt to be set at ease, Simon had finally freed the gap. And about to step through only to have the attention he had split between Jorge and the ward moved to between the journalist and Josh as the other auror called for his attention

"What is it?" he questioned half-esasperated, looking in his friend's direction for just a second.

Jorge wasn't able to move and the longer they were in that alley the more furious he was getting. Sure he wasn't being very nice to the Auror and he even shoved the man, but it wasn't like he hadn't provoked him with that Mariel comment. He was fine with the man saying whatever about him or his job, he was use to it. He liked it really, fed fuel to the fire of the MLE annoyances and Jorge loved that game. In Ronda it was the same. Lazy annoying paid off Auror's doing nothing and trying to act all big and bad. Good to know it was exactly the same at every ministry, but the man crossed the line when he drug Mariel's feelings into it.

Being put on a bench Jorge noticed it was darker and his eyes started to adjust. Where the hell were they? This was just ridiculous, but then again this could help with a story. Speaking of he hoped Tori would get here. He needed her 'quill' around. As his arms were bond and he watched Simon move he felt his body becoming relaxed and limp. He could move again.

It was obvious he was going to be charged for just a shove so if he was going to be charged he was going to make it worth it. In a swift movement the Spaniard was on his feet and going towards Simon. Not even registering another person in the area he saw Simon turn his head and that's when he raised his bound arms, put his hands into one big fist and let them come slamming down on Simon's face hard as Spanish words raced from his mouth not caring if the man understood.

"Not so big and bad now without your little cheap shots when I can't defend myself." He growled before taking a second swing.

Simon cursed himself for allowing Josh to take even a fraction of his attention away from Jorge. He sensed the movement behind him and tried to move to counter but Jorge still managed to lucky shot as he turned back toward him. The man catching him aside his right eye blinding him for a moment. The dingy and limited lighting in the holding area didn't help him at all and the angle was wrong for his wand aim.

The auror swung out in defense as the prisoner aimed for him again, sending the second blow graze off the back of his head only half as strong as it was meant. 'You jerk!" Swinging again himself , he aimed for the gut to knock the wind out of his attacker so he could regain the upperhand and settle this. "And to think I was just gonna let you cool off." Yeah, that was soooo not gonna happen now. Jorge seemed to truly want that assault charge sent his way.

"A little help here, Josh..." he mused not looking at his friend this time.

Josh blinked at Simon.

What did he mean asking what it was? It was a dead bug; a treat for the poor rats, couldn't Simon see? Holding the large dead bug between two fingers, Josh raised it up a little so Simon could see it better. Maybe it was the lack of light here and the bug was a dark one so...

Huh...

The auror froze momentarily when something happened to Simon. What?! Whaaat?! What did just happen? Eh...it looked like Simon was hit. Oh...it must have been the nasty criminal. The next moment, it looked like Simon was responding to the attack. Josh threw the bug away and was already charging toward the figure of the captured criminal, whoever he was, before Simon mentioned needing his help. Like an angry bull, he threw his muscular build on the man and tackled him to the ground.

When they were on the floor, Josh put his full weight on the man and he realised that the man's hands were bound just when he was about to send a punch to his face. And moreover...it was this newspaper bird. The young man sat up a bit and pressed his knees on the man's arms and hands on his shoulders. "So tough, are we?" he said looking at Jorge's face.

He had connected with his second hit just in time to be knocked back by a punch to the stomach. Knocking the wind out of him. Bent over trying to catch his breath he was still furious, but a little proud to finally get to punch that wimp. He thought he was so big and bad, but Jorge knew better. Satisfied that he got to finally give at least one MLE what they deserved he was ready to be booked and get this over with. All in all he felt it was worth it. Tori was going to have a great story.

He had only just wished he would have told Mariel to swing by his flat and get the bail money when he was slammed into hard and the wind knocked out of him again. As he crashed to the floor his head slammed back hitting the concrete floor and splitting it open just a tad. Ears ringing from the injured back of his head, Jorge blinked at the person that had tackled him. Oh joy it was that hot head that had come to the office.

Feeling his arms being pushing into his body he glared, "Get off me" He would follow protocol now whatever that was, but they better too. Any cheap shots and he'd make them pay.

Emily wasn't in a hurry. No. She was at her leisure, moving through her Department gracefully, checking that the proper communications had been made and that the correct procedures were in place to be followed. At least she wouldn't be the one filling out the paperwork. That was tedious stuff.

Entering the section of the underground dedicated to their holding area, Emily's gaze first scanned Bennett and then settled on Carter. "I hope we're treating our guest with the respect he deserves," she mused, wondering what it was that she had missed in her absence from the group. And now where was the redhead? Had she made it this far? Had she passed through reception and their checks? She needed speaking to and sorting out... ain't just nobody got to glimpse their holding cells without a thorough check themselves. She wasn't convinced the woman even ought to be here as of yet. But considering there wasn't much to see in the bleak tunnels, it was no skin off her nose, and if anything De La Garza might soon have a cell companion. How Mariel would feel about him sharing a cell with another woman, she didn't know, nor did she care. "Bennett, if you're indeed pressing charges, see to the paperwork," she added, holding out the manila folder she had collected on her way over. He knew he ought not be in De La Garza's presence for this, right?

"Carter, perhaps you could make yourself useful and take down Mr. De La Garza's version of events," she held out another folder. And it went without saying that smooshing the mans face into the floor wouldn't get them anywhere. So less man-touching, and more procedure following please. Yes.

"Get off you?" Josh repeated seemingly considering the man's request. Hmm...hmmm. Why didn't he feel like getting off him though? Maybe because he really thought that was what the newspaper bird deserved. Yeah, he couldn't find enough excuses to reshape his face in the Daily Prophet headquarters. Now, there he was and he had his excuse. Still...the auror was bothered about the fact that Jorge's hand were bound. That would be no fair fight, nope. And it being not fair, if Josh himself had an advantage like that, he knew breaking his face wouldn't feel as satisfying as it was supposed to be.

So...just a small lesson would do good for him. "Get off you so you would immediately try to use one of those quills? What if i broke your hand? Would you be able to use a quill to write rubbish?" Eh...he probably would be able to since there were those quills that wrote themselves with magic. Meh. Sometimes he hated magic.

Yet then Josh heard Emily's voice which meant there was not going to be breaking anything anyway. Even though he listened to his boss lady, his glaring dark brown eyes stared into the journalist's. "Considering what he did..." the auror spoke to his boss "...i think this is exactly the kind of respect he deserves." There was no attempt of breaking anything. See? This meant he respected the man. Emily knew that, right? "He hit Simon and i lost the treat bug because of him."

Huff...it was going to take forever for him to look for that bug in that dark corridor.

Oh? Emily had orders for him? He glanced back at the boss lady before looking back at Jorge "Alright..." he said casually. He sat on the man and on his arms with his full weight and folded his arms. "So, would you please tell me about what did happen, dude? I guess you are able to speak."

Was hot head deaf as much as he was barbaric? "Yes get your fat butt off of me." Mumbling in his own language about the annoyance of all this, he felt the thumping of his head unaware of the bit of blood in the back. So add dumb to that list of things, "Break my hands?" His smirk was back on his face, "Go for it." Honestly the man actually thought that would stop his writing. Was he a wizard? Jorge had an endless supply of self writing quills, plus a healer could fix his hands pretty quick.

That when he heard Emily, "I love that you've trained your apes to harm innocent people with an unfair advantage. Place body binding spells on them when they aren't even really putting up a fight, tackling them when they have their hands bond, and slamming their head on concrete." Yes he was the victim here didn't she see? He glared back up at the hot head, "I hit him because he body bond me for no reason. He had my arms behind me, there was nothing I was going to do, but he still felt the need to cast a spell." There was his reasoning so if they didn't like it whatever, it felt good to hit Simon.

He let out an groan as his chest was feeling tight and air wasn't going through as easy with Josh on top of him. "I could tell you better if I could breath better."

"Carter!" Emily snapped, shooting him a warning look.

There. Were. Procedures. That. Needed. Following. And last she checked, sitting on the accused was NOT one of them. "Offer the man a seat, and fill. out. the. paperwork." Or did she need to revoke his Employee of the Month status? ....

She ignored Jorge. Anything coming from his mouth only served to annoy her.

Merlin hugging him was a mistake. Gave him some sort of complex or something, but her approval was not a permanent thing and right now, it was wavering. The last thing she wanted was for her staff to hand the reporter another story to write - not that it could be avoided, the man would continue spinning webs and tales about the department regardless, but there was no need to help him do so.

This was one of those times Simon was glad that Josh would rush in when he saw something wrong to fight for. Even as Jorge doubled over, the addition of his fellow auror allowed the blonde to retreat, leaning briefly against the wall in a failed attempt to stop the room from doubling up. Oh great...just what he needed...a concussion. Soon enough Jorge was on the ground, pinned beneath his friend and he was free from further attacks from the journalist. Jorge could stay like that for a while for all he cared.

Except as a new voice was added to the mix, he doubted it would be that long. Emily meant the chance that the others in the group were not far behind. The non-MLE contingent of the trouble and the ones likely held up for a moment by Mariel or any assorted other things. Hopefully nothing that meant bad stuff for him.

His pounding head should be enough punishment thank you very much.

Paperwork...right. Simon did indeed have more punishment headed to him. But he surely wasn't going to let it go, especially not after the fight Jorge put up with down here in the cell. He moved to simply nod in his head in agreement but it made his head hurt. "Will do..." he said as he slowly moved past the boundary and towards the department head, taking the raised packet from her and passing Emily to head back to the work area. There he could fill out the paperwork in peace.

And lick his wounds.

Maybe he was glaring at the man but the moment he heard Emily snapping, it was like she had just slapped him. And a slap coming from a woman he respected and cared about carried lots of feelings and meanings to him. He had no idea he could feel so bad when someone other than his fiancé snapped at him, but there he did. Merlin...Merlin.

Looking like a scolded child with a sting of regret in his heart, he cut the thing holding Jorge's hand bound, stood up and stepped away feeing the journalist. Then he looked at Emily's angry face...with that look. Merlin...Merlin. Now if Emily wanted to make him feel pain for this, he would do nothing to be against it. He looked around for a chair to offer the man a seat. No chairs just those concrete benches. "Well...um..." he offered his hand for the man on the floor. "Let's start this over then. I will hear your word and..." he glanced back at Emily before facing the man back and going on "...do something about it."

And the journalist better not think that he was being cute to him. Only Emily could make him be like this to the kinds of him.

UGH his head was throbbing and his chest hurt from lard butt on to of him, but Jorge's smirk returned hearing Emily's words, maybe she did like him after all. Well he did have that charm about him. Looking back at hot head he waited for the man to move, if it registered what she was even saying, but with the look he was giving Jorge knew he'd be breathing easier in a few moments.

Feeling his hands be freed he rubbed at his wrists damn binding stung a bit, either that or his hands just hurt from the collisions they had with Simon's face. If that was the case it was worth the pain in them. Once the auror was off of him he felt his chest lift and free for his air to move normally, but he did eye the hand. Was he joking? He knew the man was putting on a show, it was obvious, but he could play along.

Taking his hand he got to his feet and shut his eyes for a second as his head throbbed a bit. Putting a hand on the back he felt the spot, he could deal with it later, he just wanted this over with. Wiping a little blood on his jeans he followed the man towards the benches and sat down.

"My word? My word is you have someone who thinks he can go up to people's girlfriends and hit on them, and then provoke them by bringing up personal information like cheating on that said girlfriend, and then has the nerve to say he is being assaulted when he's shoved for these reasons. Further more that same person thinks once he has the upper hand and I wasn't fighting against him, he would do another cheap move and put a body bind on me. What if muggles were in that alley? Real criminals are let lose and he has to pretend he's a big Auror and force someone to get upset so he can feel good about himself and get an arrest." Was that enough word for ya?

At least they were finally getting somewhere. Bennett was being a good egg and removing himself from the tense situation, doing his thing, Carter had eased up... and was being cooperative. Also a good thing -- though the look on his face at her reprimand hadn't gone unnoticed. Merlin. It was like looking int he face of a child. He looked like he needed a hug. ... yet another cause for concern on her part.

She'd been in the process of leaving the holding area to tend to other - related - matters, when Jorge went on about the means with which he was taken. Huh. Funny that. "It's new, temporary protocol," she interjected, simply informing him of the matter. "See, while we're inconvenienced with transportation to our current premises, individuals must be properly subdued before being portkeyed." Therefore, unlucky for him. "In case you haven't noticed, we're operating under a pseudo state of emergency." They needed their building back. Did he not know? This was merely the most effective way in which they could adapt. "And we're familiar with evading muggles, thank you for your concern."

At any rate, she was done with the philosophical debating and whatnot... it was now a matter of wait and see who comes to collect him. Though she couldn't understand why anyone would bother. The man was terrible company and was essentially asking to be punched in the face each time he opened his mouth. His looks were wasted on him, not that they were all that great to begin with. Not her type. She had a type. It was a very specific type.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll attend to your arrangements..." she gave Carter a look to communicate he ought to continue his line of questioning. Take down every single detail the man offered, then leave him to the rats. Words weren't necessary in this instance as expectations were clear - follow the books, so without further ado, Emily turned on her heal and headed back up the tunnel from which she'd come, she could feel her pocket notebook burning.

For a moment it looked like the journalist wouldn't take his hand as Josh saw the way he stared. What? What was his problem now? He was trying to be nice and offering his hand to help him up was a sign from him that there was no going to be no hitting or breaking anything...for today. It was a sign that now he was willing to do deal with this thing properly and maybe it was even an apologetic sign for overreacting to...things. He was trying to be nice and did he have any idea how difficult that was for the auror after all the rubbish talk about his department and the cocky attitude? Not to mention this smirk of his that yelled "Please, hit me as hard as you can and break my chin". He hoped Emily would see that he was trying to be nice and...oh...

Okay. The man took his hand finally and Josh helped him up. The journalist's wiping his hand on himself before he sat down didn't escape his dark eyes, of course. Bleeding? Eh...it was not going to kill him and apparently he was very well enough considering the way he immediately started to spill his words. Josh opened his mouth to respond, however closed it back when Emily spoke. Yeah, protocol and stuff like that. He stood in his silence until Emily excused herself. "Yes, boss." Josh said and yes, he got the message that the boss lady's look gave him. Nothing else but proper law enforcement procedures. He stared back at her until she was completely out of sight. Merlin...he was supposed to find a way to get things right. Maybe begging her to forgive him would work.

Whatever...

He fished a notebook and pen from the back pocket of his jeans and sat down next to the journalist. "Alright..." he said looking down at the pen and notebook. That was what he had right now and Merlin...everyone knew he was not a paper guy but meh. Whatever. He'd do it if it was going to please Emily. "So, you heard her. The way you were brought here is protocol for the time being. We have reason to take every precaution we can no matter whoever we are dealing with. For security matters." Yeah. Satisfied? Josh hoped he was because he was not going to apologise if the journalist was heartbroken because of the arresting protocol or give further explanation. "You say our colleague was trying to hit on your girlfriend. And that was your motive for the said 'assault'. Believe me i do understand that, if somebody tried to hit on my woman, i would break their faces." Yeah, that was simple. "However..." Josh eyed him as he went on "...as a journalist who like to mess with our department, you must be very well aware that any hostile attempt towards a Law Enforcement employee, especially physical ones, would get you in trouble."


Yeah, he must have been aware of that. Eh... "And you didn't do that once but twice. Of course, i will hear your reasoning for that with more details but i believe it is mostly that he was hitting on your girlfriend. That's your argument. Do you have anyone who can confirm that for you?"

He needed to know if that was a true motive.

Jorge glanced at Emily, protocol? His eyes glanced at the auror as he said the same, “So it’s protocol to use a wand against someone without even making sure they know what’s going on first? Seems to me your boss is just making things up as she goes to cover the behinds of her crocked employees.” He crossed his arms with a smirk on his lips. Did they really think he was going to believe it was protocol? “and further more doesn’t protocol say that an MLE officer needs to explain what he is doing not wait until he had wrongly body bind me to into my holster to get my wand. Especially when I went outside willingly without a fight, thought your friend was still being rough and not treating someone with what I would call decency arresting or not.” Yeah Simon was a pathetic wimp that had no business being an Auror.

“Assault? I pushed him he was never in any danger.” A roll of his eyes again the proof that his colleague wasn’t fit for the job if a little shove was a big deal. “But yes he was hitting on my girlfriend, that’s what made me get up and go over. He got the shove when he brought up an evening he was at with us and brought up very personal information that was none of his damn business.” He was very lucky to not have gotten worse. Talking about Maria in front of Mariel, any respect he had for Simon was long gone with his cheap words and cheap shots. He chuckled, “I’m just doing my job if Law Enforcement did their job with the real criminals I wouldn’t have to do my job as a journalist.” Really did he think that was going to phase me, “Plus with a journalist don’t you think your Law Enforcement employee would make sure to follow every step of keeping himself out of the lime light for a good story.” The smirk grew, because Tori was going to have a great story out of this.

Speaking of he wondered if his coworker ever made it or not. This protocol stuff would be going into her notes. He also wondered if Mariel was there yet, he hoped she hadn’t gone to too much trouble and would he would be making this up to her. She could count on that. “The shove was for the comments, yes. The hit here was he was a wimp to do all those cheat shots and that spell, and since I’m getting booked no matter what, because I don’t care what he says he made it known he was going to there, why not get a hit in myself and actually be booked for something that I actually did.” Simon said he assaulted him and now he did. Did he have anyone, HA! [B] “I was on a work lunch so yes Victoria Bunbury saw everything and will be able to tell you as well as Mariel Morgan the department head of sports and games and my girlfriend.

Josh stared at the man not blinking. He didn't know what was going on? "Are you telling me that you were not aware that you were being arrested?" Josh didn't know if he was being thick headed yet it kind of sounded like that to him and he couldn't help but glare at the journalist for the part about Emily. "I don't think Emily would cover anyone's back if they messed up." This man had so many ideas and judgements about people he didn't know. Eh, he was a journalist for the Prophet, after all. If they had ideas and wrote about stuff they didn't know about, they could very think they had ideas about people they didn't know.

"An assault doesn't necessarily mean anyone is supposed to be in danger." the auror said trying to sound as normal, normal as not annoyed, as he could. "Any offensive contact can be considered an assault. And we have not one but two here. The second directly intending harm." he patted the pen a bit on the concrete desk as he considered the situation. "If the one whom you targeted the said 'offensive contact', they have the right to request it to be handled as an assault." Was that clear enough? Josh hoped he was because he was not going to make any more explanation about how they carried stuff out. Mainly because the man's words started to irk him. "Personal information..." he repeated dryly "Like what? Care to tell?" Meh. He seriously did not want to listen to the stories of this man's love life and other personal stuff yet it was necessary to know. So he could figure out if there was enough reason to provoke him for the assault.

It didn't really sound like Simon to hit on another guy's girlfriend and provoke him with by revealing private stuff in public. He was mostly the kind who would avoid commotion as far as Josh figured but eh...taking De La Garza's statement was important for this to be dealt with.

What?! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! If they did their job with real criminals then he wouldn't.....seriously?! Lime light for good story? And there the smirk that annoyed the auror so much was back on De La Garza's face.

Deep breath Josh Carter. Anger management. 1...2...3. Deep breath. Okay, the auror supposed he was good. He was not going to punch that smirk, right? No, he was not going to. "I can't talk for the whole department but i do my job to protect people and bring justice to them. And i do certainly not care about whatever story the press would come with. Good or not. Actually, stuff you guys bring on papers mostly damage the process of solving cases so you are not helping at all. Just delaying justice by making things difficult for everyone."

Alright. His job here was not this and he seriously was not going to try to explain anything to the man. "Nevermind." Josh noted the journalist's statements so far in silence for a moment or so. "Victoria Bunbury and Mariel Morgan." the names were noted. "I suppose Ms Mariel Morgan would have some ideas about this being hit on. Did you talk to her about it? How did she react to the man you claim to be hitting on her?"

Jorge just looked at the man, “I knew once Emily told him to read me my rights, but clearly the Auror had to be spoon fed how to do his job, since he never said before and then never explained any of his actions through the entire process.” Not once was he told he was being moved, body bind, or disarmed, it was just ridiculous. His smirk stayed on his face as he heard the excuses for Emily, no he didn’t think she was a bad leader, actually she was one he actually thought could do the job, just poor employees by the looks of it. “Sometimes as a leader you have to cover everyone else’s behinds.” She has to if she wanted to keep this joke under radar.

His eyes rolled at the assault description, it was all just ridiculous and a waste of time. As much as Jorge was back to amused, his annoyance was still showing. “Yes it was.” He didn’t care if he admitted it, Simon deserved more and he figured he’d get it one day. Cross the wrong person. He glanced more around the cell area as Josh spoke, “Simon was part of the bowling team Mariel, myself, and a few others were on. Simon seemed to have gotten pretty jealous that a girl he was into was more into me then him, he might have possibly been jealous they were all more into me then him. Don’t blame him, as beautiful as all of them are.” Heh, Simon could just keep dreaming they were all out of his league. “I’ve had..” hesitating on his words, “past interactions with two of the women that were on the team and dating Mariel. Some of those interactions came up throughout the night and Mariel wasn’t aware of my relationships. She got upset and stormed out.” There was he happy now, he got to know the dirt as well. “Simon witnessed all of this until he stormed out like a girl as well upset that he wasn’t getting any attention.”

The smug look was there full force now, “So once I interrupted him trying to ask out my girlfriend I’m assuming he again got upset knowing he was not getting her attention and used the past information to upset her again.” Which was very rude and he deserved everything he got, probably more. Oh there would be a story don’t you worry about that. He would make sure Tori got one out of this. Crossing his arms, he was becoming bored.

“How was I going to speak with her when that slime of an auror caused trouble and then brought me here? She is probably here by now why don’t you go find her and ask her yourself. I’m done talking.” He said what he needed to say, if they wanted anything else out of him they could get a lawyer or something.

Whiny whiny. Whiny journalist. Josh thought he was kind of lucky that Simon arrested him. If he had had the same mouth he did right now at wherever this commotion happened, it could be much worse for him if Josh himself someone else arrested him. The auror gave him an empty look. "I see." He was not going to comment about the fellow auror's actions or question them until he actually spoke to Simon. Especially not to this newspaper bird. Vulture. His comment about being a leader, though, made Josh raise his eyebrows. "That depends on what the thing that needs to be covered is." Okay. Wait. No personal arguments. He had a job here.

Josh listened to the man almost without blinking as he spilled out the details of the said personal information...events. They were all into him? "Yeah" Eh...eeeeeeeeh. This man was a romantic disaster, it seemed. So, basically he fancied himself as a ladies' man. The auror supposed this kind of explained the attitude. Poor women. This man was never going to give them what they wanted and would only please his own ego with them. This discovered and combined with the irksome smug look on the journalist's face started to gradually make fighting against punching his face much more difficult for Josh. Being attentive and conscious with where his hands were, busy holding the notebook and pen and definitely not anywhere near De La Garza's face, he eyed him trying to look emotionless about it. "Fine." he said finally "The women are going to be talked to."

Letting out a small sign, Josh stood up and scribbled a note in the notebook for Emily.

Once he was done with the note, Josh looked back at the journalist. "Well then, we are done." he slowly started to walk to the door of the holding cell "I am afraid you will need to stay here for a bit longer until we set things straight. As a past time activity you can talk to the female rats." He was a ladies' man, right? That fit him well. "And offer them bugs as a treat to make them love you if you can catch them before they walk under your underwear." And for the first time after a while, Josh grinned at the man before turning his back and keeping walking to the door.

"And by the way..." the auror stopped at the door and turned back to Jorge again. "My butt is not fat. Maybe considered a bit large but definitely not fat. And you shouldn't underestimate women. You can think that you are playing with them but it might turn out that they have been playing with you instead and just make you think you are playing because it makes things easier for them."

What...pffft. Was he giving this man relationship advice about women? Now Josh knew he was supposed to leave the place. "Enjoy your time in." he said and started to work on locking the door and on the security charms as soon as he left the cell.

The women were going to be talked too. Did this bozo really think Jorge knew that. Leaning his back against the wall and crossing his arms he left his smirk. He was going to have to stay here longer? Well of course he was, they would keep him there as long as they could. He knew this before they even started this process. "Yeah.. yeah.. guess I can catch up on my sleep and think about some new headlines." Such as Auror's they let anyone in. That sounded like a good one to him.

He thought he was a funny man, "Really when the auror thing goes out from under you, muggle clown might be the next best job for you funny man." He rolled his eyes annoyed.

A laugh came out as he talked about his butt, self conscious much and he was giving Jorge advice on women. If he only knew how well women fell into his hands. "I think I know what I'm doing thank you very much. I could give you some pointers if you'd like." He was the expert on getting what you wanted.

"Oh I will don't worry. Quite comfortable actually." Stretching out his legs and leaning his head back he closed his eyes. Why not take a little nap he wasn't afraid of any rats.

Dorian hadn’t planned on standing around waiting for any response. Ms. Morgan wanted things to be efficient, and therefore he hadn’t seen any reason to prolong the statement when it was obvious there wasn’t any more to be said, aside from continued insistence that they were in error. Obviously things had escalated, but in the same respect, they couldn’t have people picking fights out in the open. Opinions on the Ministry were low enough, and with the lockout and everything, everyone was on edge. It was apparent that she wasn’t any different, yet he also could tell that she was just as biased as she felt MLE was. Nobody was at fault, really.

“Noted,” he said simply, as she’d felt the need to speak again. He definitely knew that it was her personal opinion that Simon was guilty of provocation. That didn’t make him the one to blame in all this, not when you looked at it all objectively, and he knew she was definitely not doing so. “I’m sure that he won’t avoid reprimand, either, but it isn’t your position to choose what that should be.” Everything he said was in a conversational tone, even as he’d continued walking toward the holding area. Emily had instructed him to lead her there, after all, show that they hadn’t unnecessarily brutalized the man she felt was innocent.

He understood what she was going through. She wanted to protect the person she cared about, but unlike his own past experience, there wasn’t an innocent victim. The reporter was just as to blame for this as Simon was, and in his opinion, the man was in holding to cool his heels. There hadn’t been any discussion of charges to his knowledge, and he hadn’t heard of terms of release yet either. All he was there to do was show her that the man was being taken care of and not shoved into a box somewhere. Their temporary location wasn’t the best, but they weren’t cruel. He’d stopped just clear of the magical barrier, though, extending a hand to indicate she should stop as well. “Here we are. I assume direction will be given as to if we’re releasing him soon enough, but for now you can speak.”

Mariel fell in step with the man, walking slightly behind him as they headed to wherever Jorge was being kept. She paid no mind to any of the other employees at work as they passed them and she kept silent on their short journey as she was in no mood for small talk here. That is until the man leading her felt the need to comment. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Tamerlane," she started somewhat curtly as her eyes snapped up to him for the briefest of moments before she resumed her eyes looking forward as they continued walking. Honestly, who did he think he was speaking to another Department Head that way, no matter what his tone, informing her of her place? She wouldn't stand for such disrespect from her own employees. "I would never expect to choose whatever repercussions anyone outside of my own department may or may not receive. And I certainly did not imply as much." His job was to simply record her statement not interject his own thoughts or opinions, which she neither asked for nor cared about. And the only thing his comment achieved was to further cement in her mind the level of unprofessionalism found in this department.

The sooner she could finish her business here and leave, the better, because it seemed the more people spoke, the further they pushed her annoyance. At least she could see Jorge now as they came up close to the area he was being kept. The brunette stopped as Tamerlane did in front of what she could only assume was a magical barrier or else he'd not still willingly be sitting there. "Fine. Thank you," she replied to Tamerlane, though she kept her eyes on Jorge and his surroundings. Nothing she wouldn't expect, she supposed, in way of a makeshift holding cell. Though the cement looked awfully cold and she was sure he wasn't comfortable. Who would be, sitting on a concrete bench? Mariel watched Jorge for a moment, observing him leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, wondering if he had fallen asleep being in here longer than she thought he might. "Jorge.." she started, stepping as close to the barrier as she could while she looked on him with a hint of concern in her features. At least he appeared to be ok. "I got here as soon as I could. Are you doing alright... all things considered?" And hopefully it wouldn't be much longer until she could take him out of here.

He had been sitting for a long time. How long he wasn't sure, all he was certain was the cut on his head was bleeding a bit, and he had a headache the size of a hippogriff. Keeping his eyes shut and his arms crossed he let his mind go thinking about how ridiculous this entire situation was. Simon clearly starting the entire thing. If he would have just walked away once Jorge made it known that Mariel wasn't interested in a date nothing would have come of this, but no he had to bring up Maria and upset Mariel. His fist clentched thinking about it, but his mind couldn't help but think about how much Mariel was effecting him. He hadn't been this emotion driven since he was eighteen.

As much as he hated being in the bloody cell two good things came from it. One he got to hit that pathetic excuse for an auror and two a great story was going to come out of this. How much MLE was a joke and now there was proof. Egotistical group that jumps at arresting for a little shove when real criminals were out there getting away with things. Maybe even Simon himself were friends with them making sure they stayed hidden. He wouldn't put it past this department. Adding in their horrible lack of communication and treating people that they arrest like dogs made the story even better. Body binding and dewanding without any warning even muggles gave their murders better respect than that. So unprofessional, but oh well it would make a fantastic story he was a bit sad his name wouldn't be on it, but Tori would get that credit and as long as it was written he was fine with it. The kicker was having the auror tackle him cutting his head and not one MLE tried to heal it, just left it bleeding. This was procedure? Jorge was half tempted to get his own lawyer never MLE's he sue or press charges on them.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a familiar voice and he opened his eyes. Standing he walked as far as the stupid barrier allowed. Rubbing his head a bit he shrugged, "It's fine wasn't expecting you to drop everything." She was a department head so he knew she had things to do. Though at the moment he didn't want to reminded of her position and how this hole thing looked on her and how conflicting their relationship really was. He gave a glare towards whoever the man was with her. "So any word on when this circus is ending?" Honestly was the MLE done puffing out their childish chest so he could leave.