Bombay stormed up the dorm stairs angrily. "I can't believe this. A member of my team, or anyone associated with someone on my team, does not get drunk!" Guy had informed him where her room was. The door was locked when he reached it. He banged on the door. No one answered the door. "Open up this door right now! I know you're in there. If you don't open the door, I'll break it down!" Still, no one opened it. Bombay slowly made his way back down the stairs. He told the police the problem and they sent the fireman to knock the door down.
Three firemen with axes in their hand were making their way up the stairs as Portman was emerging from the shower. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Just get out of the way son," one of the firemen answered. Portman followed them down the hallway. They were heading down towards his room.
"Is there a fire or something?" They didn't answer him. The fireman stopped at his door. "Hey, what're you-" They began to chop the door. "What do you think you're doing!? That's my room!"
"This is your room?" The fireman immediately stopped.
"Duh, I just said it didn't I?"
"Just listen, son. We need to take you down to the police."
"What for?" One of the men had his arm around Portman now. "Get off me. Don't you touch me!"
"Is your name Jo?"
"No way. I'm Dean. Dean Portman. What do you want with someone named Jo, anyway?" he asked innocently.
"Jo got drunk last night, vandalized some private property. This Jo, is in a lot of trouble," one man explained.
"Really?" Portman asked, faking interest, "Wish I could help. There's no Jo here," he reacted. The fireman examined him for a moment. He rolled his eyes and walked off. Portman waited until the men were gone and unlocked the door. Jo was lying on the bed with her earphones on.
"I'm sorry sir, but there was no one named Jo up there," the head fireman told the coach.
"She's got to be up there! Who told you she wasn't up there?" he demanded.
"A young man with dark hair. He had just gotten out of the shower. It was his room that you were trying to get into."
"Portman. When I get my hands on him, he is going to regret every being born. Guys, follow me. She's up there I know it. He's probably trying to help her escape as we speak."As they traveled up the stairs, the building was empty. The door was wide open to Portman's room and no one was in it. Coach Bombay grunted.
They heard screams from outside and rushed to the window. Portman and Jo had tried to escape through the window, but were now apprehended by police. Jo was placed in handcuffs and put into the back of the police car. The car soon drove off with his light still flashing.
"Wow, this is so exciting," Averman whispered.
"Grow up, Averman," Courtney snapped. The lights were slowly fading away as the cars left one by one. No one was ready to go back inside. They kept waiting for the cars to come back because Jo had tried some method of escaping.
"I'm going down to the police station. None of you leave this facility, you understand?" Coach Bombay commanded.
"I'm going with you," Portman said.
"No, you aren't. You are to stay here with the rest of your teammates. I'm sure Ms. MacKay will be here soon."
"I'm not leaving my sister at the police station like that. What kind of a person do you take me for?"
The team snickered. Portman turned around and glowered at them. They stopped at once. Bombay gave the team a funny look and shook it off.
"Then let's go. I can't waste any time arguing with you. "They climbed into the car and sped off.
"I wonder what Jo did?" Courtney asked, curiously.
"Who cares? Last night you said you never wanted to hear the name Jo again," Adam stated.
"Wait-you said you didn't remember anyone waking you up last night, that must mean you didn't hear anything I said," Courtney declared.
"You asked me if someone woke me up last night? But I haven't talked to you all day, though," he said confused.
"Adam, don't drink anything Goldberg gives you ever again."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, Adam. You're cute when you're confused. Just trust me, don't drink anything from Goldberg."
Jo exited the police car and took in her surroundings and any available resources. As far as resources went there were little and of no usefulness. She looked up at the two-story building in front of her. It had a large set of steps going up to the row of doors.
The two policeman shoved Jo in the shoulder causing her to stumble forward a bit. They made sure to stay close to her side to make sure she didn't try anything.
They led her into the station where they showed her to a desk. One of the police officers took a seat and the other stood behind Jo.
"Alright. You know why you're here. Correct?" the officer asked.
"Yep. I got mad, went to a bar, got a little drunk and trashed the place. That good enough for ya'?" Jo asked.
"Yes. Now we will give you one phone call. So give me the persons number," the officer commanded.
"My cousin Kris. Her number I would like to dial Mr.…" Jo paused and looked at the man's nametag and read it. "Smith."
"Alright. You dial," Smith sighed handing Jo the phone. Jo dialed the number and Kris picked up after the second ring.
"Hi Kris. Listen you don't mind bringing a few hundred dollars over to a station do you?" Jo asked casually.
"Jo what did you do?" Kris asked accusingly.
"This girl got me pissed and I kinda went to a bar and drank too much," Jo replied.
"All right I'll be there soon just be good and don't beat the heck out of the boys in blue," Kris pleaded.
"Don't worry I'll be good. A perfect little angel," Jo said humorously. Kris hung up the phone and Jo did the same.
"So how much is my bail anyway?" Jo asked putting her feet up on Smiths desk.
"I may not give you a bail," Smith said pushing her feet of his desk. "I'm not required to do that."
"But I can pay it," Jo assured. "My cousin has connections in high places."
"We'll see. How's that?" Smith asked. Jo nodded. "Good."
The doors banged open and Bombay and Dean came through them. Bombay looked as if he was just bitten by a dog with rabies. Dean even looked scared of him.
"John will you go and see what they want?" Smith requested to his partner.
"Good luck," Jo said. John looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna need it."
John walked up to Bombay and asked him what he needed. Bombay already in a bad mood yelled his answer back. He was in no mood to be questioned now. On they way there Dean had started praying that he would survive the trip to the police station let alone the ride back. Bombay walked quickly over to Smiths desk. Dean and John followed slowly keeping their distance from him.
"What can I do for you Mr. Bombay?" Smith asked casually.
"You can let this girl go with out any charges. I'm in no mood to take no for an answer," Bombay raised his voice.
"Well from what I understand Jo here has enough money to make bail so when she turns it over to us we will let her go," Smith said.
"I never said I have it. I said my cousin is coming with it," Jo clarified. As if on cue Kris came in. "And here she comes now."
Kris came up to the desk and punched Jo in shoulder.
"That's for makin' me come down here to save your sorry butt! Trent and Bill are gonna have a fit! Mr. What's-his-face is furious with you!" Kris said.
"Sorry Kris. But did you really have to punch me that hard?" Jo asked as she rubbed her shoulder. Kris turned her attention to Smith.
"How much is her bail?" Kris asked.
"$350," Smith replied.
"Here you go," Kris said giving him some money. Smith took it and put it in an envelope.
"You may go now. Jo stay out of trouble," Smith advised.
"Um…Yeah. Can I get these cuffs off now?" Jo asked with a hint of sarcasm. Smith took out the key and unlocked the handcuffs.
Once the cuffs were off Jo started rubbing her wrists. She had never gotten used to the feeling of having cuffs on. Jo turned around and walked out of the building while putting her sleeveless trench coat on.
"You mean I came all the way out here and you already had bail," Bombay raged once they were all outside.
"Kind of. I called Kris before you and Dean came. But trust me I swear I didn't know you were coming," Jo assured.
"Just get in the car," Bombay ordered as he made his way toward his car.
"Hey Kris. Thanks," Jo gratified. Kris nodded and went over to her car and drove away.
Jo walked over to Bombay's car and hopped into the back seat. Dean and Bombay were already in.
"I'd buckle up," Dean advised. Jo did as Bombay drove them to the dorms.
Jo lunged out of the car when it finally came to a stop in front of the dorms. She had been to amusement parks and ridden on tons of roller coasters but nothing could have prepared her for Bombay's driving when he was furious. She ran over to the bushes and vomited. Dean came over to her to see if she was all right. Bombay just drove away the second Dean closed the car door.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Just remind me to never let the deranged lunatic drive me any where?" Jo asked just before she vomited yet again.