Chapter number four! Sorry this one is a little short again. I'm still working on that.

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All STFBEYE characters are NOT mine

"Good morning everbody!" Sue greeted the team cheerfully, as she walked into the bullpen, Bobby trailing closely behind.

"Morning!" Almost all the members reciprocated.

"Where's Sparky?" Bobby asked, looking around the bull pen.

"He's making reservations for Vegas." Myles replied sarcastically. "As it turns out, he's a much better Elvis than you ever were."

"Jack and D are interviewing the kids that were brought in yesterday." Lucy said, rolling her eyes at their arrogant co-worker.

"Have we reached an agreement with them yet?" Bobby questioned, concern and sympathy stretching across his face.

"We've managed to get the girl, Robyn and the younger boy, Joel, to cooperate. But that other boy, Griff, is a tough nut to crack." Lucy expressed.

"How's the girl, Robyn, doing?" Bobby asked. "She's been quite upset with the whole situation."

"Oh, the poor girl." Myles said in a disparaging tone. "Getting caught by the police for being involved in illegal operations, then worrying that he friends might ditch her for ratting them out. We should just release her for how much stress we've put on her."

"That girl has had an impossibly rough life!" Bobby unexpectedly yelled in outrage. " Not that I'd expect you to care, mister perfect."

With his jaw set, Bobby strode out of the room in anger, leaving the whole bull pen in shocked silence. Sue followed after him, a worried frown developing. She found him in the conference room, sitting in a chair, trying to calm down. Sue walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder.

"Hey," She said softly. "What's up? I've never seen you get so upset."

"I'm sorry about that," Bobby sighed, relaxing at her touch. "It's just... Myles can be so arrogant sometimes."

"Yes, he can be. But still, Myles has always been like that. So why did it get you so bad this time?"

"Nothing can fool you, can it Miss Thomas?"

"Nope." She smiled gently. "Nothing."

"Back in Australia, when I was a young boy, I had a friend," Bobby began, sadness flickering across his face. " Skye was her name. We were great friends, we grew up in the same neighborhood and went through grade school together. When she was in her early teens, her parents divorced, and her mom remarried. The bloke was okay at first, she had told me, but after a while he revealed his true self. He became a heavy drinker and beat her and her mom. Skye became angry and finally had enough. Since her mom wouldn't leave the drongo, Skye decided to run away from home. I never saw her anymore."

Bobby took a shaky breath and continued on. " About three years later, me and a couple mates were hanging out downtown near where we lived. As we were goofing around I noticed a girl walking out of a homeless shelter. I thought I recognized her, but thought nothing of it then. It wasn't until later that I realized that it was her, my childhood friend. Then a couple years later there was a big story on the news about a young homeless girl who was shot dead by the police in a robbery. Again, it was Skye."

"Oh, Bobby, " Sue whispered hoarsely. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay Sue." Bobby squeezed her hand, comforting her. "It was a long time ago. But I still don't want that to happen to any one else."

"That's why we're here, to help people like them turn there lives around."

"Yes, it is. And that's why I will do everything in my power to help those kids." Bobby finished the conversation with determination.

Smiling kindly, Sue helped him to his feet, and the two walked back to the bull pen hand in hand.