Hi, so here is another chapter. Again I apologise for the lateness but there should be another chapter following this one to make up for the stress that uni and working at Christmas has caused me.

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And we only have three more chapters left of the Season 2 arc so please do be aware that certain episodes will be skipped over or either glaringly glanced over.

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Bridget

Chapter 14-Good Bones

Erin leaves PD and then comes back. Bridget wants to learn how to drive (and Hank is not looking forwards to that one at all). Kim returns to work and Bridget sees a new side to Antonio when his sister is targeted by an arsonist (Some Episode Jumping)

It came to Bridget when she washing up the pots after dinner one night. Erin had come back to the team and therefore because she was back with the CPD she was now having dinner with them. She and her Dad had moved onto the coffee when the idea came to her. After all—she was owed something for that day of torment that had culminated in a shooting that had seen her watch a cop go down in front of her. She had known that her Dad had been watching her for some time trying to figure out what was going on inside her head but the truth of the matter was she had been more bothered about her home invasion than she had been standing in the street covered in Kim's blood.

Which had been a strange thought to get her brain around she couldn't deny.

There was a pause where she stood there and she bit her bottom lip. It wasn't an unreasonable request now she came to think about it. She was turning seventeen in a month or so and things at the precinct had quietened down and so it wasn't a completely unreasonable thing to ask her father who was overly protective on a good day was it?

"Can I learn how to drive?"

Erin choked into her coffee.

Bridget had never brought up the discussion of driving before. When her father had been in prison it had not seemed appropriate to ask and anyway she had always managed with the Subway and Erin driving. Even now she was a fast runner, but she couldn't deny that it had been something pressing on her mind especially with the home invasion she had survived. Perhaps things might have concluded differently if she'd had an easy way to make her escape. Far too often bad things had gone wrong because she had not been able to get behind the wheel and get herself to safety. Or use that to her advantage.

She remembered the day Antonio Dawson had arrested her father and she had been told to come down to the prescient to answer questions and she remembered the burning hatred she had felt. Perhaps it was best that she had not had a car that day. She had probably been arrested alongside her Dad because in the mood she had been in she'd have probably ran Antonio over with that car.

Her Dad stared at her for a second as if she had just confessed to a life as a closet junkie.

"You what?" he said finally.

"I want to get my learners permit and learn how to drive" Bridget repeated. "You don't have to teach me. Find someone you like and then let me know but it's high time I got behind the wheel of a car"

And she turned back to her pots and pans feeling rather victorious with herself and completely missing the amused look on Erin's face and the somewhat panicked look on her Dad's at the thought of her behind the wheel of a car as a young driver when as a cop he had seen a fair few young drivers in trouble.

No. Bridget did not see all that. After all she had just thought she'd won the battle. No need to spoil it just yet.

"She wants to learn how to drive?" Hank bemoaned to whoever was listening—and let's face it that was Al. Who was grinning as he ate his way through the donuts Hank had bought with him too work. Donuts that Hank had bought his best friend so that he might have a shred of loyalty towards the catastrophe that was now presented with. Bridget driving? Bridget driving? Oh for the love of God really? Had time really slipped through his fingers and now it was presented with this?

"So teach her, Lexi's caught on quick to it"

"You had Meredith teach Lexi. Can you see me teaching Bridge to obey the speed limits? Can you? Because all I can see is the carnage."

"Get someone else to do it?" Al said shrugging and grabbing the last donut that had the chocolate sauce in the middle. Hank sighed.

"Like who?" he asked. "Erin? Who drives like she's in the middle of a warzone? Jay? Who actually did drive in a warzone? Adam whose like ten for crying out loud? Antonio she hates though I don't know why, you and me will end up killing her and she'll end up killing Platt. Kim's only just got back to work and she doesn't deserve her life put in danger that soon to returning and who does that leave?"

"Sean Roman?" Al suggested too innocently for Hank's liking.

"Oh Sean" he said frowning. "You know she calls him Sean now. Ugh"

"There's Atwater"

"Atwater's got two kids dependant on him, he can't afford to die in a road accident with my daughter behind the wheels"

"Ok so there's Roman." Al gave him a long look. "You know you have a habit of seeing things that are not there. There could be nothing between them that is not simple friendship born of a travesty. Also he's nearly seven years older than her"

"And you and I know relationships that have been made with more of an age gap between them."

Al shot him a rather pitying look which Hank thought was rather unfair because it could have been Al here with Lexi and Hank was sure he would have been a good deal more sympathetic than his so called best friend was being now.

Unfortunately he knew Al was right. And he thought to himself viciously—did they really need Roman around that much?

Roman was not as unenthusiastic as Hank would have felt comfortable with. There was the simple fact that he had his own car and was willing to trade of driving lessons with a sixteen year old next week for the chance to be in plain clothes for a few cases and work with Intelligence. Typical. Roman was despite everything a good cop with a good career in front of him. It was just that he was so…blonde.

Seriously that was unmanly. He was almost glowing.

And his daughter was growing up before his eyes.

Bridget had only met Antonio's sister once and that had been at her Dad's trial. She had sat at the back and seen the cop that had put the handcuffs on him and the woman beside the fire captain who Bridget had thought rather scathingly was panting after him. They did not look like siblings at first glance. Antonio when they had left the courtroom had not met her eyes but she had.

Gabriella.

Bridget had sent her a look that tried to say that she thought she was pathetic and she hoped that one day she would feel this pain and she thought that perhaps it had come to fruition when she had learnt that Gabriella Dawson had narrowly escaped death and that her partner had died. Bridget wasn't as cold as to wish death on an innocent person but she had to admit that she was not surprised that someone who had pushed and pushed for her father and brother to lose everything had lost her friend.

So no. All in all she was not a fan of the Dawson brother and sister and when she returned to the prescient one day to see if her Dad had something regarding a plan for driving lessons she ran into the two of them in the middle of an argument on the steps of the breakroom.

It didn't take a genius eavesdropper to figure out what the main topic of conversation was. It was as always her father and she paused boot on the last step to listen. She was curious despite herself and also Bridget had to admit that she had been desperate to throw some venom Antonio's way for a very long time.

She got the gist of the conversation quickly.

"Well look whose come full circle on Voight"

She strained her ears waiting for his sister's reply and she felt her lips curl back into a snarl as she heard it. So breaking the law was ok for cops when Gabby Dawson got something out if was it? But when her boyfriend got hurt then the cop had to be strung up by the balls?

Her instincts were right Bridget surmised. At the trial she had never liked that woman and this only confirmed in her opinion that brother and sister were both as hypocritically rotten as all the other criminals that she had, had the misfortune to meet.

Also she was pretty sure that her sympathy for Antonio losing his son had just dried up as well.

Good. Far too much empathy going on in her head for her own liking these days.

The door opened then and Bridget stopped on the step staring at Antonio who looked surprised to see her. He recovered quickly she'd give him that but the look his sister shot her was more worried than confused. Bridget didn't even look at her.

"I'm looking for Dad" she said finally.

"Upstairs" Antonio said pointing. "Bridget this is my sister Gabby, Gabby this is Voight's daughter Bridget"

Bridget was distinctly aware that Gabriella was staring at her in surprise and she turned her expression to her. She was somewhat pleased to see the woman take a smidge of a step back away from her brother when she saw the look on her face. She bit the inside of her cheek in order to force herself to stop smiling. Bridget could be magnanimous.

Most of the time.

"I know who this is" she said coldly. "I was at that trial remember"

There was a very uncomfortable pause. Bridget revelled in it for a second and then turned on her heel.

"Hey" Gabriella called behind her. "You know your Dad was guilty then don't you?"

She turned around to see Antonio Dawson's look of despair at his sister's lack of tact. Bridget pulled herself to her highest height and stared down at the woman with a smile that she hoped made her feel small—as small as Bridget had felt during that time not so long ago.

"Doesn't matter" she said seeing her way out of this. "But it's nice to know your morals that led you to beg your brother to save your boyfriend by turning on his own an action which could have cost him dearly considering sometimes back up is slow when it comes to rats has limits when you can get something out of it" She smiled cruelly.

"But then again he wasn't your boyfriend then was he? Wasn't he in love with someone else?"

And she slammed the door on the little hypocrites before either one of them could explode.

"She's cold" Antonio said quietly to Hank as they were coming up the stairs. The two of them had just seen Erin and Jay to the break room with strong coffee for both the temper and the shock of seeing a car blow up in front of them. They had brought home the pizza and most of the patrol officers including Adam and Kevin had nabbed a slice claiming that they were hungry.

"Erin's fine" Hank said as he reached his office door. Antonio leaned against the door.

"Not Erin, Bridget. She's cold. She hates me"

Hank levelled him a long look.

"You didn't exactly give her the best first impression of you Antonio considering you interrupted our breakfast with a battering ram to arrest me and then had her questioned for two hours. You scared the crap out of her and you never did say sorry for it."

Antonio sighed in hindsight he could have done that better.

"Even so Hank, we work together, I like to think we have a good working relationship. I want us to work together well, we need to trust each other and she basically implied my sister was a whore for Matt Casey and I was a rat for both of them. That's dangerous talk and you know it. Just…please can you get her to tone down the rhetoric"

Hank sighed again. "Fine" he said but Antonio knew the bastard was more proud and amused than frustrated and exasperated and he felt like ramming his head into the desk.

God he needed this case over. There was a reason why he didn't like to mix his work with his sisters. Too many crossovers and some wires were bound to get frazzled.

Bridget was at home watching TV when she heard the knock on the door. She peeped through the hole and then unlocked it to see Antonio leaning against the frame looking exhausted. Bridget had been told some of what had happened between his sister and the arsonist who had killed her best friend and had figured out the rest so she didn't blame him for looking exhausted and in need of a hot bath, a greasy meal and a good strong drink.

"Dad's not here" she said finally. If he was here to chew her out over this morning so help her she was going to hit the roof.

"I didn't come here to see him" Antonio said drawing a line in the dirt with his toe. Bridget stared at him willing him to continue because she knew there were a million and one things she would rather be doing right now rather than dealing with that.

"Ok" she said finally.

"Look" Antonio said sighing. "I get it. I arrested your Dad, hauled you off for questioning and—look regardless I know it looked bad but—things were going on and your Dad and brother were both out of control and—look—I know I should have handled you—what happened with you that day better and I didn't and at the trial you were there and I looked at you and…you were right I did rat out your father even if he was guilty. Catch twenty two really but—I think about you that day and now I see my own daughter and I realised that I never said sorry to you. I'd want someone to say sorry to her, and today I almost lost my litter sister. So I'm sorry Bridget. I'm sorry I scared you that day and I'm sorry I ruined your life for those months. I should have handled it better. I know that now. Weather you want to forgive me or not I had to say it."

He nodded once to himself and then pointed at his car. "Look I gotta go and see my sister. Pretty sure the adrenaline downfall on this one's gonna be tough. I hope to see you again soon"

And then he was gone.

Bridget locked the door and sat back down on the couch.

She had to give him this much she though wryly, it did take a lot to leave her stunned into silence.

And let me know what you think, hopefully there will be an update coming sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Bunny Fletcher makes an appearance, Jay's brother makes an appearance as well, Roman takes Bridget out for driving lessons, Hank becomes increasingly suspicious and Jay, Will, Bridget and Hank get involved in a shoot out at a house with a wounded civilian. And all Bridget wants is a quiet life.