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Around six miles away in the police station Rocky Blue was practicing her, as she calls it, art. She was sitting at her desk with three laptops facing her. One of them was covered with her land lord's bank account statement, notices, basically everything.

"Either this jack ass just got out of a divorce and his wife is taking all his money or he is having some crazy mid life crises," Rocky commented, "Either way, I am shutting down his cards for the next couple day." With that she highlighted a few word deleted them and rewrote it. BEEP. Then Rocky typed in his eight digit number.

The middle screen had a safety camera, in color, from her brother's school with flashing images from different locations of the building. When she turned to look the next image to flash was of Ty in one of her class room. Rocky stopped it at that camera and just watched as her older brother fiddled with the pencil in his hand. He was also checking out the guy in front of him. Grinning, Rocky minimized the camera shoot and opened up a text box. Addressing it to Ty's cell phone she typed; I see you checking out that guy in front of you. Glade you found your hubby ;)

"Eat that," Rocky mumbled as she sent it. Widening the video box she watched as Ty slide his phone out of his back pocket and checks the text. Rocky laughed when she saw her newly blushing brother looking around the room trying to find the camera. Then Ty turned back to his phone and typed something. BING. Minimizing it again, Rocky checked the text box. Go do your job and leave me alone, for now.

Smirking she turned to her last laptop. There was the list of the dancers on Shack It Up. Also, there time of starting at the show and some of their times of debaucher. Rocky highlighted Cecelia Jones name in pink. She just stared at it for a little, smiling. Deciding this was getting a little stocker like, she starting to scroll around the list. After five minutes something started to stand out, the dates of debaucher. One girl, Carla Shifter, got out of Shack it up three weeks ago Thursday. A boy, Danny Steadman, left two weeks ago Thursday. Then, last week Thursday another girl, Alice Nicholson, left.

Wanting to know more about the strange consistency of the cast Rocky changed the first computer to open three new tapes and each search the three dancers. It took three minutes for her to find what got them out. Each of them was in a different hospital with serious problems. Two with leg seizers, another with a heart condition, all on some crazy drugs to get them better.

"Georgia!" Rocky called eyes still on the screen, "Georgia!"

"Kid, you got to quit that," Georgia growled as she walked over, "Get off your ass and find me instead of screaming my name."

"And you need to work on your anger. Now look at what I found."

"Found? We don't have a case yet what are you looking for?" Georgia asked sitting down next her partner.

"I was sharpening my skills when I found these," Rocky said turning the two computers towards her partner. Georgia pulled her purple reading glasses out of her jacket pocket and started to read. After a little while Georgia came to the same conclusion Rocky had.

"Blue, are you trying to tell that someone is making these kids, these dancers, sick?" Georgia questioned. Rocky nodded, scared to speck. Georgia took a deep breath and then spoke calmly, " I'm going to call the guy in charge and you are going sit here and wait for me to tell you what's next to do, okay?" The okay was for her, not Blue. After all, her daughter work there and if someone was hurting dancers she could be hospitalized by tomorrow, it was Wednesday today after all. So, to keep her daughter safe she made a call. However, that didn't go so well.

"Listen Wide, My daughter works for you," Georgia said in a whisper, "and if she gets hurt while on your show when you could help stop it I'm going to burie you."

"Detective, unless you get a warrant you're not touching my show," Wild said before he hung out.

"Soon of a bitch!" Georgia yelled and threw her phone at the wall.

"Didn't go well," her partner stated.

"I thought I told you to stay in your seat!" Georgia yelled.

"What's out next move?" Rocky asked ignoring her partner's yelling.

"I don't know," Georgia growled, "And if we don't get into that stupid studio to get a look inside then someone else will get sick."

"I know," Rocky growled. Both of them just started at each other for a little. "I got an idea," Rocky suddenly announced, "I will go in."

"Go in? Go in where exactly?" Georgia asked.

"The show I can go on the show undercover and find out what's going on," Rocky said excitedly.

"Blue, you can't do that," Georgia warned.

"Come on, I'm a 15 year old girl detective, I'm perfect for this," Rocky grinned.

"But you…fine, but your keeping your badge on you the whole time," Georgia threatened.

"I can go?" Rocky asked beaming.

"Kid, don't say that like I'm your mom and I just told you could stay out past you curfew, which you don't have," Georgia bitched, "Now do what you do best and get yourself on that show."

"Thanks, mommy," Rocky said with a laugh as she ran away.

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