Tony could see the logic of what the police, and social services were doing. Ariel was going to be placed in state custody until they could find where the girl was from. The Linguist that had been brought in couldn't understand a word the girl had said, further than her name. Still no surname. So with a twinge to his chest, he handed her over the social worker. He had given his statement, and so had the rest. It was time to go home. When he began to walk away, he hadn't expected there to be such a commotion. There were yells, and the little patter of clumsily feet.
Something warm, solid and tiny clutched to his still somewhat damp pant's leg. He looked down to a tearful face, with big water blue eyes that struck a cord inside him. When the social worker came over, ready to pry the girl off his leg, he lifted his hand in a universal stop gesture. She did as he kneeled, reaching over to the girl, placing a his hands on her thin shoulder's.
"Du må ikke forlade."she pleaded. He still didn't understand her, her words, though pretty sounding, were just gibberish to him.
But as she grasped his sleeve tightly in her left fist, her deep eyes boring into his own, a question blurted out of his mouth;
"Can I keep her?"
Translation: Please don't leave.