After recognizing drunk Kendall in the elevator, Chase quickly brought his boss upstairs to her old office. He snuck her past the other employees working in the museum, certain that when she sobered up, Kendall would be extremely embarrassed. She didn't need everyone she had hired knowing she had had one too many drinks. Once they were in her old office, Chase sat her down on the couch.
"You're going to be a mother?" he asked about her comment in the elevator. Kendall nodded her head.
"I've decided," she answered. "I mean, I love her, right?"
"Cammy?"
"Of course, Cammy," Kendall slurred, rolling her eyes. "You think I'd adopt some random baby off the street?"
"Adopt?" Chase asked. "You want to adopt... Kendall, are you sure about this?"
"No..." Kendall whispered, shaking her, head, then she looked at Chase again, nodded and laughed. "No, wait! Yes! No... wait, what's the word?"
"Kendall, you're pissed."
"I'm drunk," Kendall told him with a little chuckle then poked his nose. "You silly Kiwi. Can't you speak English?"
"You have a problem," Chase told her. He sat down next to her, taking her hands. "Kendall, you love Cammy. But she's happy with the Goldbergs and you've got... well, this! Us."
"I can't adopt you, Chase," Kendall shook her head. "You're too big! You'd be a big, big baby!"
"I meant Ranger stuff," Chase said. "You're too busy. You spend a lot of time with Cammy as is. You can't adopt her."
"I can so," Kendall pouted, then tried to get to her feet, but between the cast and her being wobbly on her feet from the alcohol, she didn't make it. Chase had to jump up after her to catch her. "Show me the rulebook!" she breathed right in his face. "Show me, where it says I can't adopt Cammy, huh?"
"How much did you drink?" Chase pushed Kendall back down on the couch, then took a step back. The smell of alcohol was so strong; he was surprised no one else in the museum had checked in to see if there was a party going on. Then again, they all knew Kendall was so focused on her work, they would never believe any drink had passed her lips.
"I don't know," Kendall answered him while she put her head in her hands. "Oh god, I'm going to have a kid!"
"You didn't say anything to Cammy, did you?" Chase asked. Kendall shook her head.
"Not yet."
"So, no damage done," he said. "You'll sober up, think about this seriously, and if you don't think it's best to adopt her, that's the end of it. She'll stay with the Goldbergs and..."
"She can't stay with them," Kendall answered. Chase frowned.
"Why not?"
Kendall looked at him, then made her hands into fists and slowly brought them together while making the sound of tires screeching on pavement. When her fists touched, she pulled them away from each other quickly, making an explosion noise with her mouth.
"Boooom!" she looked to Chase, then began to laugh at herself, then she started to cry. "Oh god, I'm a horrible person!"
"Kendall, what's going on?"
"They're dead!" she shouted. "Her stupid parents met up for stupid lunch, got in the same stupid, stupid car and crashed it! Boom, bang, call the ambulance, people are dead! You happy?"
"The Goldbergs are dead?"
"As of 6:43 last night," Kendall nodded. "I stayed, all evening, with Cammy, watching her play on that stupid tire swing her idiot car crashing parents built for her and turns out, they were dead! Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg, what possible reason could you have for not picking up your kid from school on the first day. Oh, I don't know Ms. Morgan, maybe it's because we don't know how to freaking drive a car on the highway. Oh, by the way, when we die, the social worker's going to move Cammy from our home, all the way across the state to live with a beautiful couple with two other girls and a cat."
"A cat?"
"Oh, but Ms. Clarkson," Kendall's rant continued. "Why can't Cammy stay with a family here, in town. Well, Ms. Morgan..."
"Is this a dialogue?" Chase frowned.
"Well, Ms. Morgan, you see, with monsters attacking the city on a regular basis, the agency doesn't think it's wise to allow kids so vulnerable to be placed in homes that could be destroyed, with parents who, just like the stupid Goldbergs, may be killed for absolutely no good reason."
Kendall looked Chase in the eyes, "So that's why, Ms. Morgan, a.k.a, me, is going to adopt Cammy. I'm going to adopt her, we're going to move out of the city, and we're getting a cat."
"A cat?"
"I'm going to get a freaking cat, Chase. Because that's what the good families do. They get a cat!"
"And you're adopting Cammy?"
"Before I adopt a cat. Oh shit, I'm going to be a mother of two! Cammy and the cat!"
"I... uh... are you laughing?"
Kendall nodded her head and let out a huge laugh, no longer able to contain herself now that Chase had called her out on it.
"I'm gonna name the cat Ms. Morgan," she said. "Won't that be hilarious?"
"Hysterical," Chase rolled his eyes, "but, Kendall, what about the museum?"
"What museum?"
"This museum."
Kendall looked around the office, "Oh, man, this is a shitty museum. There's nothing here. And it's small. Why did you take me here?"
"You showed up here."
"How did I get here?" Kendall frowned. "Did... Did I drive myself here?"
"I hope not," Chase shook his head. Kendall scratched her chin.
"Do you think Ms. Morgan knows how to drive?"
"You, or the cat?" Chase sighed, but didn't get an answer as, suddenly; Kendall jumped up from the couch and raced to the bathroom. Chase heard a big heave and then some splashing. As he was about to get up to help Kendall hold her hair back, he saw the door to her office open as the others walked in. He winced, certain Kendall would be embarrassed enough that she had been drunk in front of him. Having the others see her in this state would be too much. He couldn't stop his friends, though. As soon as Koda heard Kendall puking, he rushed into the bathroom to help. Tyler, Shelby, and Riley all seemed to know what that meant.
"She's actually drunk?" Riley asked. Chase glanced to the bathroom, then back at his friends. He would need a good reason. Fortunately, the Rangers knew Kendall enough that the truth would be all they needed to hear.
"Cammy's parents passed away last night," he explained. "From what I gathered, there was an accident."
There was a silence in the room. No one knew how to respond. Chase continued. There was more to the story, and once the Rangers heard, they were bound to understand why Kendall had let herself get carried away.
"Cammy's social worker told Kendall she'll have to move Cammy out of town. Across the state, actually. With Sledge and Fury trying to level the city, no one thinks it's safe to place a kid in any of the homes here."
"They can't... they can't do that," Shelby shook her head and looked to the boys, hoping they would agree with her. "I mean, they have to keep Cammy safe, but they also have to make sure she's happy, right? If... if you take Cammy and Ms. Morgan away from each other..."
"Safety trumps happiness, I guess," Riley answered.
"But that's not fair," Shelby protested. "I mean, what does Cammy think? Doesn't she get a say in this? They can't just put her in a home she doesn't want to be in, right?"
"Would the excuse, I love Kendall, really win over the agency?" Tyler shrugged. "When the argument against keeping her here is that alien monsters are constantly attacking the city, killing hundreds on a regular basis? Cammy could wind up one of the casualties, or her new parents, and the ones after that..."
"She has to stay," Chase said. "There's got be a way to keep her here. Not just for Kendall, but... all of us."
He looked over to the bathroom. The heaving had stopped for now, only to be replaced with some sobs. Chase couldn't bear to see Kendall like this, but he also couldn't imagine life without Cammy. She had grown on him, and the occasional trip up to her new home, or letters and emails back and forth weren't going to be enough.
When he turned back to the Rangers, he could see it was true for all of them.
"We've got to figure something out," Tyler said. Chase nodded his head. He couldn't let the agency take Cammy away.
