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Ch12: James and Mercedes's talk.

Mercedes Griffin wasn't sure what to do. True she had gotten through James long enough to get him out of the hospital a few blocks even. That is until he started to try explain what had gotten his so angry which remembered him that Skippy tried to force himself on his sister. Which resulted in him becoming angered again.

"James you'll make a bad impression on the cops!" She yelled.

"So what?"

"It will ruin the case!" She tried again hoping to get some reason back in to the stubborn boy.

"I DON'T CARE!" James snapped turning away from her stumping of to the hospital.

Mercedes sighed trying to come up with something to stop James from running of. She had to say something to get his attention and at the moment she could only think of one thing besides kissing him which wasn't possible seeing he was walking away from her.

She took a deep breath hoping this wasn't going to be to embarrassing. "I'm adopted!"

James stopped. "Mercedes I don't have time for... Wait what?" James blinked suddenly realizing what she just said.

"I'm adopted." Mercedes repeated more quiet this time, trying with all her might not to look down this was after all not something she was used talking about to.

James took a few steps back to her frowning slightly. "Your serious?"

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "You seriously think I would lie about something like that?"

"Well you really didn't want me to go beat Skippy up." James replied.

"Of course I want you to go and beat Skippy up!" Mercedes protested. "I want to go and beat Skippy up! James everyone wants to go beat Skippy up! But I won't and neither will you cause that will ruin the case." She told him firmly.

"You know a lot about this stuff don't you?" James asked a tiny smile forming on his lips.

"Duh!" Mercedes replied rolling her eyes in mock annoyance. She walked back to a bench and sat down James followed. "So..." James said trying to continue the conversation. "Did you ever wonder about your rea-"

"No!" Mercedes said a little to quickly so she added. "I mean.. I have a great life! My dad's number four in.. in.." Mercedes sighed noticing James wasn't buying it. "Look my real.. They were.. bad." The last part came out in a whisper. "And I mean really bad and I don't like to talk about them so let's not." Mercedes said giving him a stern look. "Daddy is my dad. I mean Grif-"

"I get it." James reassured taken back but also amazed never having known about these things. "How old were you when Griffin adopted you?" He asked.

"Three.. almost four I guess." Mercedes answered.

"Three." James quietly repeated for himself. He knew from his own experience that that was a very vulnerable age. His sister could prove it, he had taught her how the sing when she was three and now she was attending a school for performing arts. "You were so young." He breathed.

Mercedes shrugged kinda awkwardly. "It doesn't really bother me anymore. Things are better now. I have a great dad, a sister I live the big life." She said with a small chuckle.

James nodded. At first he had thought Mercedes was just a bratty snob who got everything she wanted but now he knew she actually deserved all the things her dad did for her. He was amazed with all the stuff he didn't know about her. "I never knew..."

"Duh." Mercedes chuckled. "I don't usually go up to people and go 'hey did you know I was adopted?" She said smiling.

James chuckled. "Mercedes?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for stopping me from beating Skippy up." James told her smiling.

Mercedes let out a short laugh. "You know what James? When the case is over, we can and beat Skippy up together."

James laughed. "Yeah let's do that sounds like fun."

Author: Is there even a name for the James/Mercedes pairing? It would probably be something like Jamercedes or something... Oh well... I'm not used to writing romance so let me know what you think of this chapter so I know this Jamercedes thing has a chance.