Cat's POV

Dean walks through the door. He stops as soon as her steps inside. He just stares at Robbie.

"Why is she here?" He says. It wasn't rude just a polite question. I walk over to him and slap him across the face. His head snaps to the side and I can see the red mark on his cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean asks angrily. His face goes white. "She knows doesn't she…?"

"Yea I know. Where's the badge…. Where's the gun?" I ask him. He looks down at his feet. He slide his hand around his back and pulls out a black Glock. He shows it to Cat.

"G23 Gen4?" Cat asks him. I have no clue what she just said but it brings a smile to Dean's face.

"Yea. My G27's in the car. How'd you know?" He asks pulling out his wallet badge and does the flip thing with it like in the TV shows.

"My dad was a Marine. He knew his guns. He taught me how to shoot too. He was killed on his 3rd tour but in-between tours he would take me to the range. I got pretty good. After he died I kept going every once and awhile. I knew it was what he wanted me to do. It was out father daughter time." The tears start to form in my eyes. Dean nods.

"Why don't we go to the range for a little bit? Get your anger out so you don't hit me again. Then we can talk." He suggests. I nod in agreement.

"Have you ever shot?" I ask Robbie. He looks a bit nervous and shakes his head no. I wave Dean and Robbie to follow me up the stairs. We walk past my room and towards my parents. I open the closet doors and push the close aside. There was a very large safe behind them.

"Turn around." I tell them. The both turn the opposite way. I punch in the code: 100898

There was 2 beeps and the light goes green then I open the door. They both look back at the safe. Inside were about 7 guns.

"Like I said… my dad knew his guns…" Their jaws practically drop. "There is that, plus the gun case in the basement and the self storage garage he has down town."

I pull out a gun case from the side of the closet and open it. I stand back up and pull Dean over. There are 2 Beretta PX4 Storms, 2 Ruger Bearcat .22LR, 1 Remington 1911, 1 Sig Sauer P226, and 1 Walther P22 .22 LR.

I take the Remington 1911, a Beretta PX4 Storm and a Ruger bearcat .22LR. I put them in the case and close it. I close the safe and lock it.

"Come on. I know, I know… they're pretty guns Dean but there's more." I say.

Robbie hasn't said a word yet. I take his hand and intertwine our fingers. We walk down the stairs and Dean follows. I lead them towards the basement and down the stairs. I flick on the light switch and the switch next to it. A light goes on in the back of the room. We walk over towards it. There is a ground to ceiling wood and glass case filled with different guns.

"When it comes to a long rifle and a shotgun my dad preferred Remington's and H&R's. With shotguns he likes a pump or tactical 12 gauge." I show them the shot guns and rifles.

"In the storage place he keeps his automatics. He had an AK47, AKS-74U, FN FAL, M16A1, SA-80, FAMAS G2 and a bunch more. He didn't use them all. Some are collectables but he did use the AK47 and the FN FAL a lot. He's also got a Dragunov sniper rifle in there."

"Let's not use these…" Dean says when he sees the way Robbie looks. He looks absolutely terrified.

"What's wrong Robbie?" I ask him.

"Why the hell were you scared when you have a house full of guns!?" He says.

"Because guns can kill people. I don't think I would be able to deal with taking someone's life even if it was self defense." I answer. He just gives me the 'oh' look.

An hour later after the guns are cleaned and we get to the shooting range I start to help Robbie. We all set up at our own stations. I walk over to Robbie and hand him his gun. He stares at it and finally takes it from me. I hand him some ear plugs.

"You probably want to put these in." He puts on in and lets the other hang so he can hear me. I show him how to hold the gun. I show him how to reload. I show him how to aim and finally he thinks he's ready.

I go back to my station and get myself set. I load my magazine and put it back in. I flick the safety switch and aim. I empty the magazine, half in the chest and the other half in the head, on the silhouette human paper.

Robbie shoots fairly well but he either hits the shoulder, stomach, or on the white of the paper. After about 2 hours we go back home. I sit down on the couch and Dean sits across from me on a chair. Robbie gets some drinks and then sits next to me.

"Now… let's talk." I say seriously.

"What do you want to know?" He questions me.

"Where's my mom?" He chuckles knowing that would be my first question.

"A safe house in Santa Barbara. Next."

"Why?" I ask.

"She is needed by the government for things I cannot tell you. They are confidential. Top secret."

"Ok fine. How'd she 'fake' her death?" I ask.

"What's with these little notes and rocks through the window?"

"The people sending them are from Afghanistan. They have their own ideas about what we are having your mother do. They figure if you know, she will try to protect you, which means she will come out of hiding. Then… they kill her." He explains.

"There's a drug H22-LBSX which contains hydrogen and a liquid chemical, Lunastonia-Bistronium-Solanite. For short we call it LBS or Pounds. It slows your heart rate down to an undetectable pulse, which then causes your organs, breathing, and electric brain waves to slow down until it's completely undetectable. We had some people on the inside help us get her back to the safe house. Then we had them bury a Jane Doe from autopsy which resembled your mother. We made sure it was a closed casket funeral with no viewing. Faking a death is very possible." He explains.

"Can I see her?" I ask my final question.

"I think I can arrange that. Give me some time, but understand this… it will be dangerous. You are putting your life and your mother's life in danger."

I lean forward and get in his face. "I want to see my Mom." I say seriously. "Do you understand me?"

"Ok. Soon." He explains.

I lean into Robbie's shoulder and he wraps his arm around me. He gives me a light squeeze as Dean gets up and leaves.

I breathe deeply and say, "Finally I can sleep at night knowing I didn't do this…"

A few things… Sorry for all the gun talk. Probably all of you have no clue what half of those guns are… but if you really want to know, look them up. Next, H22-LBSX is fake. No such thing. I came up with it. Lunastonia-Bistronium-Solanite is also fake. I looked up fake chemical names and took 3 from a couple answers on Yahoo answers. So no I didn't come up with them, but I did combine them. Lol. I don't think any of you can pronounce Lunastonia-Bistronium-Solanite, that's fine. It took me about an 45 minutes to figure it out, but I got it down.

There are drug that can slow your heart rate, but those are for people with high blood pressure and extremely fast pulses. They cannot slow it enough to be almost undetectable, so I made one up.

Ok well the story isn't much longer. Only a few more chapters left. Ok well… I don't know what else to say so bye!