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Chapter 1

Taylor stood at the living room window, watching the raindrops trickle erratically down the glass. Saturday and rain, two words that don't go well together. Jason was lying sprawled out on the couch, Taylor's PSP in his hands. His parents were out for the day, so Gibbs had been drafted in to 'baby sit', although he'd disappeared into the basemen about half an hour ago. Hearing Jason swear she turned just in time to catch the game.

"Your turn." He stood up and wandered around the room as Taylor took his place on the sofa. "There's gotta be something better we can do."

"Like what?" She didn't take her eyes from the small screen.

"What's in this?"

Quickly glancing up, she watched as he punched in numbers on the small pistol safe.

"Dad's gun."

"Doesn't he trust you or something? Bet you've never even fired it!"

"So? You're gonna tell me you can shoot?" Pausing the game she sat up, ready for an argument. "Bet your dad hasn't even got a gun!"

"Yeah he does."

"Water pistols don't count."

"Funny." He was still trying to guess the code, hitting random numbers. "Least he doesn't keep it locked up like this."

"That's the way you're supposed to keep it you muppet."

"Only if you're around. My dad keeps his hidden in the closet."

"And you've fired it?" Taylor reckoned he was talking crap.

"Loads of times."

"You're lying!"

"I have."

"Ok then, show me the gun." Taylor thought he would back down, but instead he pulled his house key out of a pocket.

"Come on then."

Making sure Gibbs was still in the basement they snuck across the road to Jason's house.

*******

Taylor followed Jason up to his parents bedroom. He made a beeline to the closet, reaching up to the top shelf. At first he couldn't find it, and Taylor was just about to start winding him up, when he turned round and grinned at her. When he pulled his hand back down he was clutching a matt black pistol.

"See."

Taking a few steps closer she looked at the gun but didn't touch it.

"That's not much of a gun, it's only a revolver."

"You're just jealous." Jason was disappointed that she wasn't impressed.

"Is it loaded?"

"Course it is, it's not much good without bullets."

"If you're allowed to shoot it, why's it hidden up there?"

He shrugged, "In case someone steals it."

"Put it back." Taylor was starting to feel a little uneasy now.

"Ohhhh, you scared?"

"No, but we'd better get back before my dad figures we're missing."

Taking one last look at the pistol he slipped it back into it's hiding place.

"You really gotta learn to chill."

Choosing to ignore that comment, Taylor pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt before making the short dash home.

*******

Jason spent the rest of the afternoon gloating and Taylor was actually relieved when his mom and dad arrived home. Truth be told she was actually a little jealous. She wasn't sure now if he had been lying, when he had told her he had been allowed to shoot. Before today she hadn't given the pistol safe or what was in it much thought, it was just something that had always been there. Now she was curious. Taylor couldn't get the idea out of her head that maybe the code for the safe was the same number that the security system had been. But there was no way she was gonna try it, she wasn't that stupid, Taylor had a good idea what her dad's reaction would be. Deep in thought she didn't realise her father had entered the room.

"You ready?"

Taylor jumped at the sound of his voice, feeling a little guilty about what she had been thinking about.

"Yep." She followed him out to the car. They were going to another hockey game. Patricia had never been to one before, which didn't surprise Taylor, she didn't exactly strike her as the hockey, or even a sports type.

Boy was she wrong. Normally it would have been Taylor making all the noise during the fights, but this time she didn't even get a look in. Patricia was awesome and some of her outbursts left Taylor in fits of giggles. Judging by some of the suggestions she yelled at the players, that was one woman you didn't want to piss off. It was a really good night, and by the time Taylor crawled into bed she had forgotten all about Jason and the gun.