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[Grace Taylor]

Grace found that being a kid meant that people generally forgot you had ears, that was until she heard her dad having a complete breakdown over custody. In the beginning Grace thought it was about Zach, it had to be because Grace was his kid and Zach was Stephanie’s kid. Her dad freaked out a lot about things but Grace was used to that though this, this was different he had seemed worried the last time she had seen him before school. Her grandmother was at the house talking all kinds of crazy and much like every other time her grandmother tried to be involved her dad took a leap off the deep end of life.

Grace knew enough to understand what had happened to her dad, he lost his brother and father and her grandmother blamed him for it. Grace thought she was a witch until she had left for school that morning. She had hidden in the living room waiting for her dad to hit his usual level of crazy when she heard him arguing over custody of her. Yes his own daughter, in the beginning she wasn’t too worried her grandmother said a lot of things but something about papers, parenting, social services. It was all new to her until she felt the hand grab onto her back pack yanking her from behind the sofa.

Her grandmother was practically dangling her from her bag straps before she dropped her down. Grace was about to argue back when she could see her dad’s look. She left the house deciding to google some of the terms she heard to find out what was going on and none of it was good. The entire school day her mind seemed go between being taken away, living with the grandmother she didnt know more than a face and yelling between herself and her dad. No she wanted to stay, she had to stay who else was going to look after her dad and Stephanie and Zach?

She cut her last class wanting to get home to see what was going on or to plead with her dad not to send her away. She tore up the drive though she could see the car wasnt there, great where had he gone this time she wondered though she figured her grandmother would be there. She was going to get a piece of her mind she thought throwing the door open before she realised she didnt need the key which was odd. “GRANNY” She yelled, “I’m not leaving or being taken away.” So she was being over dramatic though the house was mostly quiet as she made her way through the living room again to the kitchen.

Grace noticed the red frog prints on the carpet; crap Harry had escaped the new tank. Oh she was more scared of her dad finding the frog than anyone else as she followed the prints back to the kitchen. Grace wasnt even sure she was screaming until the sound reached her ears. Her grandmother was lying on the floor with blood on her clothes and floor. Grace moved over to her when she felt her foot kick something into the blood pool. Instinctively she picked it up, the knife that was now in her blood covered hand.

She knelt down next to her grandmother staring at her as she tried to remember what her dad had taught her, pulse check she had to be alive as she held the knife out to the side of her as her fingers tried to feel for any sign of life but nothing was there. She sat on her knees staring as she didnt know what to do as panic set in and her breathing seemed to be the only sound left she could hear.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

Stephanie didn’t exactly get along well with Grace’s grandmother. Things were complicated and Stephanie hadn’t ever really been accepted by the woman. Not that Stephanie was much of a people pleaser, but if Ben was happy then why couldn’t the woman leave well enough alone? Stephanie would never understand people who maintained that kind of attitude, especially towards their children and grandchildren. It angered Stephanie, for Grace’s sake.

Stephanie wasn’t dense; she’d just never voiced her opinion. She was very keen at keeping comments to herself when need be. Though if she had known the extent of what the grandmother had done to Grace, the woman would have more problems than a one legged tap dancer, or so the expression went.

It was when she came up to the drive that she heard the screaming of Grace from inside. Why was that woman here? Stephanie could feel the anger boiling inside and moved inside. “Grace! Zach!” She called through the house to the teenagers. She pulled her phone from her pocket reading the text message from Zach that he would be home later in the evening.

Stephanie came into the kitchen just as Grace was picking up the knife. Stephanie didn’t even think or care that she was about to embrace Grace who was covered in someone’s blood. Grace needed her and Ben was on shift. “I got you.” She replied as she gently took the knife from Grace and set it back down to the side. Stephanie was hardly squeamish around blood and despite the issues between the family, she knew this was a hard sight for anyone.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” There was no way that Stephanie was letting Grace out of her sight. Having to tell Ben about this? Oh that was so not a conversation that she wanted to start; but it was one she was going to have to have later. Stephanie knew enough to know that Grace had only found the body. Stephanie remembered the first time she had seen a dead body, she had been only a few years older than Grace. She’d been scared, like a child and afraid. Stephanie had dealt with it by closing up to people, and she didn’t want that for Grace.

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[Grace Taylor]

Grace didnt know what to do when she heard Stephanie call her name, crap crap and triple crap. Grace looked down at her hand, she was still holding the knife, her hands were cover in blood and she had touched the woman to try to figure out if she was alive or not. Grace didnt move much as Stephanie embraced her and took the knife from her hand. Her eyes were still focused on the sight in front of her as she wasnt sure if she wanted to puke, scream or cry. She hadn’t ever seen so much blood before as she felt herself cling to Stephanie.

Her hands balled into fists as she heard something about getting cleaned up. “I didn’t do it. I swear I didn’t... she was just there... so much blood.” Grace spluttered as she tried to wipe her hands off each other though it didn’t work as she rubbed harder to try to get the blood to disappear. “It won’t come off. It’s stuck, it stuck.” She practically screamed as she looked up at Stephanie for help but she knew it was nuts as she tried to struggle to get anywhere but where she was as her feet slipped in the blood over the floor.

“She was going to take me away...I heard them talking, she was calling a social people, I was going to be a foster kid, she said dad wasn’t fit, I cant go I dont want to go. They cant make me go.” Grace tried to explain through her tears hoping that Stephanie would understand what was going on as Grace looked at her grandmother again. She could feel herself start to shake with fear as she clung onto Stephanie as her mind tried to decide what to do once again or even make sense of what was going on.

“Oh no, did dad do it? Did he? Where is he?” Grace asked sobbing again, “He hated her and now... is she dead? She can’t be or he’ll be in trouble.” Grace had no idea what she was saying or what she was doing as she shook, it felt like she wasnt there for minute wondering if her dad had done it but then would he have left her like that? Her dad was nuts sure but that crazy no or had he snapped or no no no it was all wrong. “I did it, you, Zach and Allison need him. I did it, my hand on the knife I... I do I go to jail? Stephanie what do I do? What do I say?” She pleaded still sobbing as she started to panic.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

Stephanie just hugged Grace close to her. She’d seen it before where someone finds the body and messes things up. “I believe you.” This was just going to be a mess and a half as Grace was ruled out of the scene. “Take a deep breath. I’m not going to let anything happen alright. You’re safe Grace.” She meant every word. No one touched Grace without Stephanie ripping them a new breathing hole.

“She was just upset. No social worker in their right mind would ever take you away from your dad.” She tucked some hair behind Grace’s ear. “That’s not how the system works.” She did her best to try and protect Grace. Stephanie felt her stepdaughter shaking in her arms. All she did was hug her tighter and rub her back some to try and calm her down. “We will figure this out.” She assured her confidently in a soft tone.

“Your dad is at work.” Stephanie was still off due to injury. “We just got done with lunch. The police will find who did this.” Ben wasn’t capable of hurting anyone. Hell, just getting him to pull the trigger on a weapon had been a task and a half.

“You won’t go to jail for touching the knife. This used to be my job, finding out who stumbled into what mess that they didn't start. Long before I was rescuing people from fires.” She shook her head. “You’re in shock. The police they have ways to muddle through this mess.” This was a tainted crime scene but it wasn’t something that couldn’t’ be corrected. Stephanie made a mental note to make a few calls. All she could do was hug Grace tighter.

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[Grace Taylor]

Stephanie believed her, she had no idea how much those words meant to the teenager as Grace held on to Stephanie not wanting her to go anywhere. Grace nodded which for a moment was about all she could think to do as she took a deep breath, it almost made her sick the minute she did as she could smell the blood. It was stupid but the scent of iron and the sight of it across the kitchen she wondered how Stephanie could be so calm when Grace wasnt calm at all.

“No she has a way of doing things... dad always said that what she puts her mind to is done. She is evil it’s why we don’t visit.” Grace tried to explain not sure how far her dad had gone into it with Stephanie but still, evil covered it right? “I can’t leave who will look after you and dad and Zach? I wont go Stephanie I wont go.” She shook her head deciding that if she had to cling to the sofa she would do because there was no way that thing was moving at all. When Grace felt Stephanie rub her back she could feel herself starting to be a little calmer though how figuring any of it out was going to work she hadn’t a clue.

Grace could feel herself still shaking, “She’s really dead... I mean dead dead?” Grace asked as she sighed hearing her dad was at work. “He needs to stay there, you can’t let him come home, you know what he’s like he’ll freak out and no he can’t see this.” Grace stated, hell if her father had a freak out about work it was bad enough but this. There was his mother’s body on the kitchen floor and she had practically just accused him of murder too. Then if he was at lunch at the house then, her mind seemed to be catching up to what the possibilities were for this.

“If he didn’t do this then who? Who would... oh no if he didnt then that means that ...” Grace suddenly felt sick to her stomach again at the thought of someone else being in the house. No that wasnt right at all, it was family only besides there wasnt much to steal anyway. She had a feeling she was going to have nightmares for years over this. “You... you did this? How do you even...? You figured this stuff out but what if other people figure it out wrong? I can’t go to jail, please you cant let them take me to jail.” She sobbed as she clung onto Stephanie, “You’re my mum you cant let them take me.” She stated as she hugged Stephanie tightly.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

Shaking her head Stephanie looked to Grace. “You aren’t going anywhere alright. They can’t even talk to you without your dad and I there.” Well they could talk to her with one there and not the other, but Stephanie could easily make it such that both parents were there upon questioning that was simple. “Let us handle the adult stuff alright.” Grace was a minor, and as such everything had to go through Ben and Stephanie.

Stephanie felt Grace relaxing as she rubbed her back, and she continued. Steph kissed the top of her forehead. “I’ve got your back. I promise.” If it was one thing Stephanie was, it was protective and that extended to Grace. “Your dad has to know. But no, I agree. Not here.” She whispered. Ben needed to know; but not while there was a body on the floor. Stephanie could sense the impending fight she was going to have later, but she didn’t need Ben walking into the middle of a police investigation once the police got here. “Right now we stay here and cooperate with the police.” Stephanie hugged her.

“They aren’t going to take you to jail. Just be honest with them. Tell them exactly what you touched. Then they can rule your fingerprints out of the scene and focus on the other findings. We can go to the firehouse, and talk there with your dad too?” She felt Grace’s hug tighten. If she could do anything to get Grace “I will make sure they don’t overstep. I promise.” She assured her the best she could. It wasn’t going to be easy. Then there was Grace asking how Stephanie could have done this as a job. “It was what the military trained me to do. Help people.” Stephanie decided that was the best answer for Grace.

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[Grace Taylor]

Grace glanced at Stephanie when she said that no one could talk to her without her parent’s present. At least that was a good thing she thought though how that was going to help her because Stephanie was the level headed one, she knew her day would handle it like a hole in the head. “As long as you’re sure and the adult stuff.” Grace said as she pointed to her grandmother. “There’s a dead woman in the kitchen... she’s actually there. That’s adult stuff right?” She whispered not sure if she had completely lost it or it was a nightmare she would wake up from.

Shaking her head at her dad knowing Grace knew that it wasnt about to be a good reaction from him. Stephanie had seen what happened to him when things went wrong, Grace had heard the arguments from them too at times which all lead to this being the thing that might make him go nuts. Or more so than his normal nuts. “He can’t know, he can’t. Can we just tell him that I don’t know that she disappeared or something? I don’t know what he’d do Stephanie.” Grace admitted, sure there were things she could say about her dad.

Like yes he would freak out about a frog, losing his car keys, forgetting her favourite juice and any remote danger that he figured out. The usual stuff in her mind but this, his mother was gone, killed and on the kitchen floor which meant that Grace wasn’t ever eating in there again or at least until she had to for whatever reason. “Yeah we cooperate with them, I mean what will they do? Just ask questions or will they find who did it or...” Grace was scared to death of it all or what came next with the police as she hugged Stephanie.

No, Stephanie had said everything was going to be okay then it would be. “I skipped school.” Grace blurted the minute Stephanie spoke about being honest with them, well it started with family first and the last thing she wanted was to be accused of murder. “Just my last class I heard them arguing this morning and I wanted to know if dad wanted rid of me you know.” She explained as if that was the normal part of the day which given what was going on. It was.

“I touched the door but it was open when I got home, I didnt use my key and...” Grace remembered the frog prints she had seen, “Oh crap Harry escaped... I don’t know where he is.” She stated trying to work out what to me more bothered about, a dead grandmother, an escaped frog, the police, her dad or the fact that this was all happening in the kitchen. “What if they ask if I liked her? I hated her Stephanie, dad didn’t like her either.” Grace asked not sure what to tell the truth about, “That looks bad right? No one liked her. What do I say Stephanie?” Grace asked not entirely sure she should have asked it but then what could she be sure about right now.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

Stephanie nodded just holding Grace and rubbing her back. “It will all work itself out. You won’t be going anywhere.” Stephanie had probably said it a hundred times but she was going to make sure of it. Playing with some of Grace’s hair. Stephanie was doing her best to remain calm. Right now she wanted to find whomever really did this and put a bullet between their eyes.

“We aren’t going to lie to your dad. But let me handle him.” Stephanie wasn’t going to start lying to Ben now. Even if it meant an argument, she would stand her ground and defend what was going on. Stephanie was the one who knew how to navigate this mess, this is what she had done for years before she’d been a sniper. CID had its fair share of tainted crime scenes.

“Finding out who did this is going to take them. Anything you can tell them can help them. But only when you are ready to handle this. Right now you’re frantic.” Stephanie continued rubbing circles on Grace’s back. Kissing the top of her forehead she made soft shushing sounds. This was scary for anyone, but for Grace, this was terrifying.

Stephanie had skipped school more times than she could count. She didn’t really have room to talk so she just listened. “Just because someone is dead and you hated them doesn’t mean you were responsible. And they won’t phrase it like that.” She explained. “Starting at school, who was the last teacher or administrator who saw you and what time was it?” Stephanie asked, it was important. If Stephanie knew the truth then she could protect Grace and build her an alibi. A truthful one. Between school and the house, Grace had to get there somehow. Though she didn’t want to throw too many questions at her at once. But they were going to work on a timeframe for an alibi before Stephanie let the police talk to her Grace.

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Grace Taylor

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[Grace Taylor]

Grace was trying her best to relax but she wasnt the jail kind, Reece at school told her all about what happened to his dad at school when he went to jail. He was still there so far as she knew and dealing with anything that he had said wasnt going to go well for her. Even foster care, she didnt know much about, she had always lived with her dad a nightmare at times but it was still her dad and she didnt know any different to that. “You have to keep me Stephanie, I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ll do whatever chores, I’ll cook, clean, wash the car anything you want.” Grace pleaded figuring if she made herself super useful then there was no way she would be sent away.

Her dad, yeah that little thing. He was going to well she didnt know what he would do but she was sure it wasnt going to be good. Ben was a great dad but when he lost it... he lost it and this, blood on the floor with a body that just happened to be his mother. Loose it was all she could think he would do. “Dad is all yours... just tell him not to screw anything up, he does that sometimes but he means well.” Grace said wanting to explain though she figured Stephanie already knew that about him. “He just, he really should work longer today.” She said with a sigh not wanting to have to deal with her dads crazy on this.

Grace stared up at Stephanie, yes she was frantic what about this wasnt to be frantic about? “Stephanie, Ben’s mum is on the floor dead... you do see that?” Grace asked in almost a whisper wondering if Stephanie was having a problem with reality again, Grace knew a little about it but she couldn’t handle it like Zach did. He was great with Stephanie, Grace she tried to understand it but at fourteen she was only just learning what to do. “Grandma is dead. Why aren’t you frantic?” Grace asked but she knew the answer already. It hurt to even call the woman grandma simply because Grace hadn’t known much of her.

Apart from the evil things she had said to her dad and that wasnt good or what she had done that morning. With the shushing sounds and Stephanie there she tried her best to calm down as she thought about what was said. “Are you sure because I really hated her, what she did to dad. They yelled all the time, dad would get upset and she did that to him. Then she didnt want me here so what if I cursed her or something.” Grace said not sure if she could do that but then again, she hated someone and they were dead. Conclusive evidence in her head if there ever was any.

“My last teacher was Mrs. Shannon for geography. I skipped my last class so she was the last person to see me apart from the reception desk and Ann there just yelled at me so it would be about half two I think.” Grace explained as she glanced up at Stephanie. “Does that help any?” She asked, “I don’t think anyone saw me in school other than those two.” She added having little idea as to what she needed to do or what to say though she had passed a few people on the way home and the neighbour three doors down had given her that ‘should be in school feral child’ sort of look so maybe that could help too.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

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Stephanie just hugged Grace. “You aren’t going anywhere Grace. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Stephanie remained calm for Grace’s sake when really she wanted to go hurt whomever had done this. “I can handle your dad.” She just rubbed Grace’s back reassuringly. It was a teenage girl on a crime scene. There was bound to be a lot of emotions and frantic. However, if it was one thing she learned it was how to be calm in situations like this.

Hearing Grace question about why she wasn’t frantic, she wasn’t about to say this wasn’t her first dead body. “I’ve seen things that some people don’t need to see. Being frantic isn’t the answer to handling it.” Stephanie had seen her comrades die at her feet and had to shoot people whose family members were staring straight at them. To say she was numb, was an understatement.

Stephanie sighed. “Take a breath Grace. Trust me.” She knew she was asking for a lot but when Grace started telling her about the teachers. “It helps. It helps a lot.” She stated with a small smile. “I have a friend who can help too.” She told her. “He used to work with me. He sometimes still handles this type of stuff.” She knew that HRT was a far cry from crime scene investigation but Josh had done stuff like this before. Taking her phone in her hand, she started dialing for Josh.

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Grace Taylor Josh Cameron

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[Grace Taylor]

Grace couldnt help but feel she had done everything wrong, she had panicked when her dad had shown her what to do a thousand times. A person was a lot different to couch cushion but still she didnt have a clue anymore. “Good because I want to stay.” Grace stated as she thought about how Stephanie could possibly handle her dad with this. Her dad wasnt the most sane of people on his best day and when he found out about this, she didnt even know what he would do or say. “Can you tell him I’m sorry.” Grace asked though what she was sorry about she didnt much know but she was sorry that it happened.

It was the funny thing about being frantic, if the person next to you was being frantic too it was okay but she felt like she was out of it. Not knowing what to do as finding this on the floor when you got home, yeah that wasnt a normal part of her day at all. “How do you do it then? How do you make it go away?” Grace asked wanted a quick answer to it all, her head was thinking about everything horrid that could happen and then her dad and what that might do to Stephanie and Zach, how could she be calm.

Grace tried to take a breath and calm down but she was glad for the distraction of her time line, at least it gave her something to focus on as she nodded. Helped, it helped well she would take that as she tried to smile back at Stephanie. Grace watched as Stephanie started to dial a number. “Will he? You sure he wont take me away or think I did it?” Grace asked but if the guy worked with Stephanie then he had to be okay. Or she was sure Stephanie would kick his ass.

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[Josh Cameron]

Josh was having a bad day, no it wasnt a hostage situation gone wrong or getting shot or really anything remotely related to his job. No this was torture provided by the US government to have him sat in a room with twenty other team leaders all listening to the same story about harassment in the work place. The signs to look out for, the way people acted. No one in that room he figured would miss that sort of a thing and hell he had a husband and wife working on the same team so harassment? Where was that line he wondered.

Nope he was being tortured with a slide show of traffic lights and diagrams of what not to do, say, think, breath and general just exist in the work place and don’t look twice at anything. There wasnt a day he wished for a situation more than today. He was still ‘at work’ so to speak though the team had a stand in for the day while he was being hit with paperwork and a test of practically what not to do. Josh wanted to make some sarcastic remark about the brass knowing what harassment was but he stopped himself when he heard his phone go off.

There was a great above he told himself as he answered glancing at the number. “Cameron.” He said trying to keep the joy and glee for the escape out of his voice. Pointing and shrugging Josh grabbed his stuff and headed out of the tiny room they had been placed in citing an emergency as he hoped it was something good and not just a marketing call. “Stephanie, long time no hear.” He said glad to hear from one of the old team. There was good and bad mixed in with everything but he was glad they were in the same city for a change and could actual meet if they wanted to.

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[Stephanie Taylor]

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Stephanie just held Grace and rubbed her back. Grace’s questions went unanswered as Josh picked up the phone though Stephanie didn’t leave Grace as she put her phone on bluetooth, so that she could hear Josh. Stephanie was trying to do two things at once, but she had to keep Grace calm. Hugging her tight she finally heard Josh’s voice on the other end.

“Yeah, things have just been a handful.” Stephanie replied. “I need help.” She rarely if ever reached out to people for help. But Josh was one of the few to whom she would. “How soon can you meet with me if I give you an address?” No, Stephanie was going to cut straight to the point there was no beating around the bush. She knew this wasn’t his jurisdiction but she knew he had a plethora of contacts.CPD officers were arriving and Stephanie was still holding Grace to her. “There’s a lot going on but I can explain when you get here.” She added. The officers were leaving them alone for now but she knew it would only be a matter of time before they asked questions to rule them out of the scene.

Stephanie stepped outside of the house, picking Grace up in one arm. It wasn’t hard to do, even if she was a teenager. Stephanie’s job depending on her being able to do things like that. Stephanie led Grace over to a place where they could sit on the wall. “When I get off the phone with Josh, I’m going to call your dad alright?” She pushed some hair from her face.


(If Liz wants to join let me know so that I can tag her. If she doesn’t then I will just have Ben’s phone go to voicemail in the next post, if that’s good with you)

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[Grace Taylor]

Grace just listened to Stephanie talk, how could she be so calm about this when she was freaking out? Maybe it was an adult thing, Grace hadn’t a clue though she was glad Stephanie hadn’t left her. The last thing she wanted was to be on her own as Grace returned the hug, hearing the voice on the other end of the phone.

Grace couldnt help but chuckle, it was strange she knew but a lot going on, yeah there was a body on the floor. It just happened to be her dads mum, Grace found the body and yeah if that counted as a lot going on then sure she could see that. Though how Stephanie was going to explain any of it when anyone got there. Nope this was way above her fourteen year old brain, even in her mystery books she read. The body in the kitchen at least she knew who the killer was but it gave her a whole new appreciation for the not knowing.

Grace didnt let go of Stephanie when she picked her up, as a teenager she was more arms and legs than much weight. It was strange given as a kid she was more torso than arms and legs but now that seemed to change. Sitting on the wall Grace looked at Stephanie, yeah her dad probably the last person she wanted to hear from right now. “Are you sure you want to call him?” Grace asked wondering if Stephanie knew the level of nuts her dad might go. “Can’t we just put a carpet over it and say it didnt happen?” Sure it was a ridiculous request but in her head sure it was as good as anything else.

It saved her being terrified, worrying about what her dad would or wouldn’t do. At least Zach wasn’t home yet to see any of it which was good she thought as she glanced up at Stephanie when she pushed some hair from her face. “Promise to look after dad, you know how he goes.” Grace said as she glanced at the floor not entirely sure what was going to happen or if her friend could even help.

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[Josh Cameron]

Josh just grinned, he could imagine what Stephanie meant though by all accounts she was doing a lot better than she had been and he was happy for her. Then came the ask for help which was rare if at all as he knew something was wrong the instant she asked for it. “I can be there as soon as you need me.” Josh said not waiting around for any permission as he grabbed his keys and headed straight out to the car. It was the handy thing about escaping a talk, he was already armed and had his stuff just in case he had a call out.

In this case nothing would stop him from going and lending a hand with whatever it was Stephanie needed. “Yeah sure, just give me the address and I’m there okay.” He said as he thought about things for a moment. “Do we need to be Rambo or less obvious about it?” He asked not entirely sure what counted as help given he was a federal agent. It wasn’t like he was popping around to fix a casserole or a cake. If he was that would make life easier but then he didnt think he was invited to the Bake Off.

Josh threw his stuff in the car as he shut the door, checked his weapon and badge before he made bee line to get out of the garage. “Who’s dad are you calling? Stephanie give me the update I promise you I’m on my way.” Josh said not sure what he was hearing other than someone’s dad was about to lose it and Stephanie was asking for help. Her new husband had a kid he was sure and Stephanie had Zach so either of those kids were in trouble. He could imagine a whole new hell coming down on whoever had done anything to them.

Josh fixed the phone to the holder as he drove putting it on speaker, last thing he needed was over anxious cops pulling him for talking without a handset. Badge or not it was unwanted trouble as he flicked on the lights deciding that he could at least break the speed limit for this. A friend that didnt often ask for help was doing, it was a speed limit free zone until he figured out what was wrong.

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