Sorry about any mistakes.
Andrew was prepared to get shot again, but what he wasn't planed for was Peter (who he thought to be unconscious) to sat up at the last second and fire his gun at the man whose name he guessed was Jun.
Andrew didn't know if Peter's shot killed the man, but it sure scared the holy tar out of him and Grace who was curled up in a ball in the backseat.
"Woo! Did you see that?" Peter asked rather excited as he pulled himself into the passenger's seat, letting his feet off the gas.
"Did you? Talk about an adrenaline rush. "Peter said as the car started to slow down.
Andrew (who was still laying a crossed the back of the front seat) looked over that the Rookie.
"What?" Andrew asked in disbelief as he pulled the rest of his body over the seat and into the driver's, putting his foot on the gas Andrew put as much distance he could between them and the intersection that was in total chaos.
Andrew was high on adrenaline and with the surprise he got from Peter was enough for him to last at least a few minutes before going into zombie mode.
"My shot, did you see?" Peter said repeating himself.
"No," Andrew answered turning into an alley that would lead to another road. "Did you get him?" Andrew asked checking the rearview mirror to see if the where being followed.
"It's wasn't a kill shot, but yes I did," Peter answered proudly.
"Are they still following us?" came a voice from the back seat.
Both men looked back at Grace who was starting to peak her head above the back seat.
"I don't think so Grace," Andrew said as he glanced in the mirror again and still didn't see any cars following them.
"Grace! That's your name," Peter said turning in his seat to look back at the frightened child.
Grace nodded her head
Andrew gasped and pushed hard on the brakes as he felt a sudden burst of pain in his side, he just ran out of time.
Peter and Grace lurched forward as the car came to a sudden stop.
"Andrew what wrong?" Peter asked turning his full attention to his partner whose knuckles were turning white as he clutched the steering wheel.
"The pain…is...too…much." Andrew said clapping his eyes shut and then leaned forward and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"I need you to…drive us back to my place…and get…dad..." Andrew said taking deep breaths as black spot took over his vision, "He should be able to…help."
The last thing Andrew heard was Grace screaming his nickname and Peter saying something he couldn't understand before his vision want into complete darkness.
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Being a dad of three girls and two son was one of life greatest gifts for Benjamin Williams, sure there was time when his daughters were growing up when he thought they hated him and then there was times when he thought he was going to kill his sons for going out and getting their ears pierced on a dare, but when they were toddlers he prepared himself for things like that.
What he wasn't prepared for was when his youngest daughter came to their house crying her heart out saying his son-in-law "Andrew" had cheated on her. Molly said there had to be some mistake, but when Emily showed them a picture messages she received from someone, showing Andrew standing in the hallway talking to some woman whose face was pointing away from the camera.
Emily said they had been fighting lately so she try calling his office first and asked for him, but they said he left earlier and that they didn't know where he was, but they did get a call from some hotel about his car.
Between sobs Emily said she had tried to call him, but he didn't answer and then she told them about Andrew not coming home till late at night, lately and when she asked him why, he would say he was working on a case and sometimes he would get calls late at night and when she would ask him about them, but he would just shrug his shoulders and say it was an old friend who lived in LA.
After that Molly had wrapped her arms around their daughter and ordered Benjamin to teach Andrew a lesson about being a man, but he didn't need it to be an order. He was already out the door to confront his no good son-in-law when he got home.
But Benjamin wasn't prepared for what he saw when lights from a blue Camry pulled into the driveway.
It wasn't that the car looked like it had been use as a piece of sand paper or the back window had been busted out that scared him. No, what scared him was the sight of his blood covered, unconscious son-in-law being half drug, half carried by his young detective partner, with his granddaughter who had blood smeared a crossed her dress, arms, and face in tow.
"Papa! Andy's hurt," Grace yelled as she ran toward her grandpa who she hadn't seen in little over a year.
Her grandpa swooped her up in his two strong arms and gave her a big hug.
"You got to help him," Grace said as she pulled away from his chest to look him in the face.
Walking fast, practically running Benjamin shifted Grace so he could hold her with one arm and help the boy whose name he was pretty sure was Peter with Andrew.
"What happen?" Benjamin asked as he wrapped Andrew's other arm around his shoulder, why Grace tightened her grip on his neck.
"I don't know he passed out before he could tell me and I couldn't get anything from Grace after that," Peter answered as they made their way toward Andrew's house.
"And you didn't take him to the hospital?" Benjamin said furious at the person who had hurt his son.
"I did, but whoever did this was waiting for us when we arrived and did that to my car," Peter answered motioning toward his car.
As they enter the house Benjamin sat Grace down on the floor.
"Where should we put him?" Peter asked as they moved farther into the house.
"The kitchen table, I need to look at his injuries," Benjamin answered as they moved toward the kitchen.
"Get me some towels and the first aid kit out of the bathroom," Benjamin told Peter as they finished laying Andrew out on the table.
As Peter left to get the supplies Ben turned around and found his granddaughter watching her uncle's still body.
"Are you hurt Grace?" Ben asked as he crouched down to be eye level with the girl
Grace shook her head. "No, Andy protected me."
Benjamin sighed in relief then asked the question he wanted to know the most.
"What are you doing back?"
Grace took her eyes off Andrew and looked at her papa.
"Mommy left step-Stan, She and Danno was going to came back to New Jersey and start over, but…Danno never came to the airport the night our plane left." A tear rolled down one of Grace's dirty cheeks.
"When we got on the plane Mommy said Daddy wasn't coming and that he didn't love us anymore."
Tears were now spilling freely down Grace's cheeks.
"But I know that wasn't true because as the plane was pulling out, I saw Danno in the window of the airport watching us leave and he was crying because he missed us."
Ben wrapped his arms around Grace and pulled her into a hug as she cried.
"Shhh, it's going to be alright. Danny will come back soon," Ben said trying to assure the child.
"No he won't," Grace stated pushing away from her Grandpa's.
"Uncle Steve's in trouble and Danno won't leave till he safe, but I think Danno's in trouble himself now, that's why I called Andy; Mommy had a weird message on her phone from some man saying she couldn't do her job right and now he had to finish it for her and that she should tell me that Danno did love me."
Ben's face paled. Danny was in trouble and Rachel had something to do with it.
"Grace where is Rachel?"
Grace wiped the tears away from her eyes.
"The bad man got her. I'm not sure what happened, but I heard weird noises and then Andy came running into my room at the hotel and told me to climb out the window. We tried to escape down the fire escape, but the bad guys chased us and that when Andy got hurt but he still protected me by jumping of the escape in to a garbage truck."
Grace stopped and looked at her uncle as Ben did the same.
What Grace was telling Ben answered a lot of his question Andrew's absence for that day; Andrew wasn't cheating on his wife he was fighting to keep his niece safe.
"I got the first aid kit, towels, and I also got the bottle of alcohol they had," Peter said as he returned and set the supplies down.
Ben stood and walked over to his son and looked at his pale face.
Ben had been a firefighter over forty years. He knew some things about medical treatment, but he wasn't sure what he could do for Andrew and he didn't want Grace to see.
Turning back to Grace, Ben notice she had a pick backpack on.
"Grace, do you have any clothes in your back pack?" Ben asked coming up with a quick plan.
Grace thought for a moment, and then nodded her head.
"I have a blue sundress."
"While I take care of Andrew how about you get cleaned up. Emily and Andrew have a new bath tub and you can play in the water as long as you want."
"But I want to help with Andy."
Ben mentally sighed.
"Grace I know you want to be here for Andy, but I think it would be best if you got cleaned up, so you can be there for him when he wakes up."
Grace wasn't dumb; she knew her Grandpa wanted her to leave so she wouldn't see what he had to do to Andy.
Grace sighed. She didn't protest and just went along for her grandpa's sake.
"Can I have a bubble bath?"
"Sure you can…do you want me to run the water for you?" Ben asked.
"No you take care of Andy; I can get myself cleaned up," Grace said walking in the direction that Peter came from.
"And papa don't worry; I won't come out till your done helping Andy."
Ben frowned, how did she know he didn't want her there.
"See you in a little while," Grace said as she walked into her Uncle's bedroom and toward the king size bathroom.
Turning back to Andrew, Benjamin took a deep breath placed and his hand on Andrew's brow.
"Peter, start a pot of water for me on the stove," Ben said as he reach for Andrew's shirt and start to remove it.