Hello all you beautiful people! Here it is, the next chapter, and I hope you will all be happy with it. Now I am not sure I wrote this well, so forgive me if it sounds like I am making light of any of the topics discussed. Anywho this is a little heavier than usual. So enjoy!

Amy sighed as she looked at Quinn's room. She was stealing herself. She knew she had to go in. Where the fuck are you Jordan? Santana knows I'm here. And Patients is not her best quality. Amy paced and growled at a placid looking Mo. 'How is it you look as calm as can be?'

'Cause you already do enough worrying for us both. No sense in me playing at being mother goose as well.' Mo shrugged at Amy's glare, he had handled grumpier people than Amy.

'You are so funny.' Amy said sarcastically when she heard the door open. 'Santana.'

'What the fuck are you doing here? Cause I have to say I am so fucking tired all you bastards treating us like a Zoo exhibit. Either get your shit together and come in, or fuck of.' Santana growled, it wasn't that she wasn't happy to see Amy, but with Mo being there she was pretty sure they weren't there for a social call. And we were having such a good day!

'Hello Ms Lopez, we're just waiting for Ms Quinn then we will be right in.' Mo looked up at Santana and smiled gruffly at her.

Santana sighed her whole demeanour changing. She went from aggressive to defensive. 'What happened?'

Jordan cleared her throat, she had managed to walk up to the three in the hallway without them noticing. It wasn't that hard to do, the other three seemed very focused on whatever they were talking about. 'We should take this inside Santana.' She said softly. Her heart already hurt. I should never have come back. I am only causing them heartache.

Santana looked inside, Quinn was watching them while trying to keep up a conversation with her papi. She sighed but nodded. 'I am not going to like this, am I?'

'No, none of us are.' Jordan scrubbed her face roughly, keeping her tears at bay.

'Mija Santi will be right back. Am I such terrible company?' Carlos asked softly. He was charmed and completely amused. Santana and Quinn were just to cute when they were close to each other. It is so nice to see them open and happy.

Quinn felt her ears turn red, sometimes it really sucked to be a blond. 'No course not. Sorry.' She croaked out not meeting Carlos's eyes. She liked him, but she still wasn't very at ease with him when they were alone. Daddy issues. Sucks.

Carlos chuckled at Quinn's blush. Sometimes he thought that Quinn was untouchable emotion wise, but if you got her alone she was so easy to read. 'No worries, I understand. I was the same with Maria, still am most of the time.' Carlos pursed his lip, he, Maria and Judy had been talking a lot and were planning what would happen when Quinn was finally released from the Hospital. But he really wanted to get Quinn and Santana's input. He had the distinct impression that neither would be happy with either of their plans. They are to independent to want to come home and have us hover. Maria is not going to be happy with me though. Hell knows she was all kinds of pissed when she found out about Shelby and their place. 'Quinn can I ask you something?'

Quinn frowned up at Carlos, he was always so careful with her. Made her wonder just how much he knew, or suspected about her father. It confused her though since Carlos was usually a very playful man. 'Of course.'

'Have you and Santana talked about what you are going to do when you finally get released from the Hospital?' Carlos asked tentatively, not wanting to step on toes. He had seen Quinn shut down before. So fast and hard that it could make your head spin.

Quinn bit her lip, they hadn't really discussed it. But they were both clear on one thing. They wanted to go back to their own place. But they would need to talk to Shelby about it since Quin knew that she wouldn't be able to handle the stairs any time soon. I wonder why he is asking? 'We talked a little. We want to talk to Shelby first though.'

'So you are planning on going back to her home then?' He asked lightly, keeping his tone easy. He couldn't say that he was very happy about the fact either, but he did understand. We fucked up, and now they do not trust us. That is all on us.

Quinn closed her eyes for a second to pull herself together. 'I know that is not what either you or my mother want to hear, but I need to be somewhere where I am completely comfortable. And I am sorry, but I am always on edge around your home. And my own hasn't been mine in years. Me and Santana, we have a home, and I want to go home.'

Carlos nodded in understanding. 'I do understand querida, but Maria will not. Your mother, I think also understands and is trying to talk some sense into my wife.'

'Mr Lopez, not that I don't appreciate this...but why are you telling me all this?' Quinn was pretty sure where this was going, but sometimes what you thought and what was reality were two different things.

'I just want you to be prepared, as lovely as my wife is she can be somewhat of a bulldozer when she wants something.' Carlos grinned then laughed, Santana had a lot of Maria in her. She was the best of both of them. 'Talk to Santana and set your plans up concrete so you have a good plan in place when Maria does confront you with this.'

Quinn bit her lip. She could read it on Carlos's face that he wasn't happy with their decision either, but he was still warning them. Because he loves Santana without any expectations of what she has to be. 'I am sorry.'

'I know.' Carlos lent down and kissed Quinn on the forehead. He was pleased when she didn't flinch. It had been something he had steadily been building up to. He just wished he could get his hands on her good for nothing father. See how he did in a fair fight. 'You are family, and we look out for each other.'

Quinn glanced around the room, her heart was already plummeting when she saw Amy's face. And Jordan looked down right heartbroken. 'What happened now?'

Santana sat down next to Quinn taking her hand. 'I don't know Tubs. But we'll deal, no matter what is.' Santana kissed Quinn reassuringly.

Quinn's lips quirked and she slapped Santana lightly. 'You are just never going to let that go, are you?'

Santana nuzzled into Quinn's neck shaking her head. 'Nope.' After a minute she looked up hardening her face. 'Now is one of you fuckers going to tell us what the hell is going on?'

Carlos's brow shot up. The mouth she has on her when we aren't around. Good lord. 'Santi watch your mouth, you are not to old to go over my knee querida.'

Santana blanched, she really had to stop running her mouth when her parents were around. 'Sorry Papi.'

Carlos wanted to laugh he really wanted to, but that would be counter productive. And he couldn't let Santana know that he knew all about her sharp tongue and quick wit. And that in certain circumstances he approved. 'Now I do think someone should start talking. Detectives? Jordan?'

Mo nodded, he could clearly see where Santana got her presence from. Dr Lopez was an imposing man. 'Of course sir. You might all want to get comfortable.'

Jordan took out a stack of paper out of her bag then handed them over to Quinn and Santana. 'I am so sorry.'

'Oh god.' Quinn's hands started shaking when she saw what was on the pages Jordan had handed her. He found daddy.

Santana felt the walls around them crumble. How could she protect Quinn if everything seemed to intent on making it impossible. 'How?'

Amy took the pages from Santana's clenched hands. How the hell are we going to make this right? 'Quinn your father was fired from his last job.' Amy had called in all kinds of favours to get as much information on how this creep could have dug up so much on Jordan and Quinn in such a short time.

Quinn was still shaking, but she snorted. 'He came here to try and intimidate my mother into taking him back.' He was and always will be nothing but an utter bastard!

Carlos took the pages from Amy and after a second turned red in anger. 'So that bastard is back. If he so much as looks at my girls wrong I will kill him.'

Santana's jaw hit the floor along with Quinn's. Carlos never got angry, not really at least. He was a fun loving man. Her hero. But right then he looked her when she lost her temper. Scary. 'Not if I see him first papi.'

Oh fuck now that is all I need. Two pissed of Lopez's out for blood. And on top of that I feel a little testy myself. 'Both of you stay away from Russel Fabray, you understand.' Amy glared at both making sure to get the point across.

'We should get mom here.' Quinn said softly after a tense silence. She couldn't describe how incredible it felt though that both Carlos and Santana were so protective over her and Jordan. He called us his girls, I just wish that were really true. 'She should know about this.'

'She will be here as soon as she gets of work.' Jordan almost whispered.

Quinn looked at Jordan and her heart clenched. 'It wasn't your fault.' Why is it that we both always blame ourselves for things out of our control.

'It is, I brought him here and now this is going to be all over town.' Jordan clenched her fists, she only wanted to come home. She didn't want to drag her whole family down into her mess.

'Oh no Jordan, what your father did was never your fault. Either of yours.' Carlos gently squeezed Jordan's shoulder. 'And what this man Tim is doing, that is also not your fault. And this?' He waved the pages around. 'This doesn't change that.'

'My business is always all over town Jordy. I'm that girl. I'm the girl that got pregnant, then got kicked out of her home.' Quinn took Jordan's hand. 'This is fucked up and it hurts, cause this shit is really not something I ever wanted t come out, but I'll survive. We'll survive.' She looked at Santana taking strength from her.

'And Imma gonna go Lima Heights on this fucker when I get my hands on him.' Santana growled.

'You have a family Jordan. And I told your sister earlier, we take care of ours.' Carlos cupped Jordan's face so she would look him in the eyes. For once he decided to ignore Santana's smart mouth, this was more important. 'What we need to do now is figure out how to get this man of the streets and how to keep you all safe. So no more tears or self recrimination.'

Jordan nodded. 'I just wish this fucker would just fuck off!'

'Fucking true that.' Santana groused angrily.

Mo decided that now that everyone had gotten their say, they should get down to business. 'All the articles are very vague about what happened. They insinuate pretty well though.'

'What we want to know is what could your father say to this guy.' Amy jumped in they needed to know details now. They had to get in front of this if they wanted to get a handle on it. 'I know this is not something you want to talk about.'

Quinn closed her eyes this was such a long time coming. 'Do you want to know his version or the truth?'

'Cause daddy is the biggest hypocrite you will ever meet.' Jordan bitterly added, she had been on her fathers end to many times.

'The truth.' Amy said simply.

'So would you two be willing to talk to us?' Mo popped out his note pad just in case.

Quinn looked at Santana questioningly, she didn't look pleased at all. Always so worried about me S. 'Can we have a minute to talk?'

'Of course.' Amy nodded as she headed to the door with the rest of them.

'Whatever you decide Quinn, I'll back.' Jordan bent down and kissed Quinn's forehead. Surprising the hell out of them both. I will make this right.

Judy hurried out to her car. Jordan had sounded so defeated earlier and wouldn't tell her why. She had just told her to get to the Hospital as soon as she could. It would have been much sooner, but work was work. And she couldn't complain she had a good job she loved and her boss was a very understanding woman. 'Where are those damn keys!'

'You are still the same dumb blonde as always.'

Judy's back went stiff, she could feel fear trickle across her skin. She turned around slowly. He looks drunk, not that that is a surprise. 'Russel I would say it's good to see you, but that would a lie.'

'Watch your fucking mouth Judy. You don't talk to your Husband this way.' Russel slurred, he could barely stand up straight.

Judy scoffed internally, this was the last thing she needed right now. 'I am not your wife Russel.'

Russel turned red in the face and lunged for Judy grabbing her by the throat. 'You are mine, and don't you forget that bitch!' He hissed then slapped Judy hard across the face. Feeling very satisfied when he saw blood drip from Judy's lip.

Judy struggled, she wasn't the same person that Russel knew. She was stronger and his tactics would not work. 'Fuck you Russel, I am no ones possession. Least of all yours.' She choked a little, Russel was shaking her around pretty good. You've had worse, he is drunk of his ass.

'Hey what the fuck is going on here!'

Judy sighed in relief, now who said your boss has to be a prick. Hers sure wasn't. No she was turning into a real life white knight. Russel had already dropped her, appearances were everything after all. 'Carla perfect timing as always.' She said rubbing her throat moving away from a fuming Russel. 'This is my ex.'

'It's none of her fucking business.' Russel growled pissed of that he couldn't get done what needed to be done. 'Who the fuck are you anyway?'

'I'm the person who just called the cops.' Carla snarled angrily, she had an admitted soft spot for Judy. The woman had guts that was for sure. 'And I am Judy's friend.'

Russel glared at Carla, in his drunk mind it didn't occur to him that he might just be in big trouble. 'Well Judy's friend mind your own fucking business, I am having a friendly chat with my wife.'

'Get it through your thick skull Russel. I am not your wife. We are divorced.' Judy hissed loudly making her way to where Carla was standing. Safety in numbers.

'Excuse me laddies we got a call about a disturbance, are you ok?'

Judy's body relaxed immediately as she looked over to where two police officers were making their way to them. 'No.' She cleared her throat again, it hurt like hell. How am I going to explain the bruises to the girls? Santana is going to hit the roof. Russel is lucky he is heading to jail, that girl would rip his throat out if he ever tried to get anywhere close to Quinn.

'How can we help Ma'am.'

Carla stepped between Judy and Russel nodding. 'Yes you can arrest Mr Fabray there.'

The officer arched his eyebrow questioningly. It was obvious Russel was drunk of his ass, and if the bruises on Judy were any indication he was also on the books for assault. 'Sir you mind stepping this way?'

'Fuck off, I was talking to my wife.' Russel glared at the officer.

'Ma'am did he do that?' The other officer asked, pointing to Judy's busted lip and the bruises on her neck.

'Yes, and I would like to press charges.' Judy didn't even hesitate she was done with Russel Fabray and she wasn't scared of him either. He was nothing but a sad shell of a man.

'Ok ma'am we'll need you to come to the station.' He said tipping his hat. 'We'll take care of him.'

'We'll meet you there.' Carla said calmly as they watched the two officers drag Russel away. 'You ok?'

Judy sighed, this was not something she had wanted Carla to know about. Hell she didn't want any of her collogues to know. 'I have been better. I am sorry about this.'

'Why? It's not your fault your ex is a prick.' Carla shrugged ushering Judy towards her car. 'Come one we need to get to the Police station.'

'You don't have to drive me.' Judy said softly looking up at Carla. The woman was very imposing tall and very built. But then she had been a star Basketball player in her day.

'As if I would let you drive yourself, you're shaking Judy.' Carla noted casually as she opened the door for Judy. 'Besides Gene would have my hide if I let you drive in your condition.'

'That husband of yours has you totally whipped.' Judy chuckled. Gene was a sweetheart. He was what she always had dreamed of.

'Proudly so.' Carla shrugged as she started the car.

Judy sighed as she pulled out her phone. 'I should call my daughters I was supposed to head to the Hospital, something is going on. But I guess I have something going on to.'

Carla nodded, not commenting. She never did, it wasn't her place. Judy had become a good friend, but she was reticent about talking about her past. 'How is Quinn doing?'

'Good most days, but she is frustrated and home sick. Not to mention she misses Santana when she has to go to school.' Judy smiled softly, she was getting to know the two better and better. And they were both such surprises. The best kind in her eyes.

'How is Santana?' Carla grinned, from all she had heard she was pretty sure she would really like Santana, she sounded feisty.

'She is an absolute treasure. And the mouth on her. I swear I have never heard anyone curse that much or creatively in my life.' Judy chuckled then punched in Jordan's name. 'But I do have to tell them I will be late.'

'Of course, then you have to tell me about how things are going with Jordan.' Carla smiled at Judy's nod. Judy looked so much happier than when she came begging for a job. Hiring her was one of the best things she had done in a long time.

Jordan jumped when she felt her phone vibrate checking the number she frowned. 'Mom?'

'Hey Jordy I am going to be a while longer.' Judy said over the noise of the car.

'Ok, but it is really important that you get here.' Jordan pinched her nose hard.

Judy bit her lip worriedly, she could hear how stressed Jordan was. Whatever was going on was obviously worrying Jordan. 'I have to go to the Police Station...your father showed up.'

'What did he do? Are you ok?' Jordan felt her heart clench. She motioned Amy over. 'Mom did he hurt you?'

'A little, that is why I am heading to the Police Station. I am not ever going to let him walk over any of us ever again.' Judy said softly, she felt utterly proud of herself.

'He's at the Police station?' Jordan asked not believing their luck.

'Yes, I am going down there to give my statement. Then I'll be right there.' Judy answered a little confused at the relief in Jordan's voice.

'Yea, that's good.' Jordan said a small smile gracing her lips. Her mother had come a long long way. And maybe her good for nothing father could come in handy for once. 'I'll see you soon.' She hung up then turned to Amy. 'My dad's in jail.'

Amy frowned well that was an unexpected turn of events. 'You have to be shitting me.'

'No, he went after mom. She is pressing charges.' Jordan looked at the phone as if she still couldn't quite believe the turn of events. 'This is good though, right?'

Amy nodded, it really was. They might actually get something from Russel Fabray that might lead them to Tim. 'It really is. See you don't have to look so doom and gloom al the time Jordy.'

Jordan hummed it had been a long time since someone other than family had called her that. LA she always went only by Jordan or JQ never Jordy. 'You haven't called me that in a long time.'

Amy snorted, but then it was true. They hadn't known each other well. Jordan was on her squad and she had taken a liking to her. She had been friendly with Jordan, but not much more. 'Mhhh yes it has. I used to have to yell at you all the time though.'

'You were an uber bitch.' Jordan said dryly, she had had a lot of respect for Amy back then, and her time on the Cheerio's was a time she did cherish quite a bit. And escape for her. 'I never thanked you.'

Amy's eyebrow hitched up high. 'For what?'

'I know you saw the bruises, and while everyone pitied me and treated me accordingly you never treated me any different from the others.' Jordan smiled at her then looked down at her feet. 'It meant a lot.'

'You were never any different form the others.' Amy said softly giving Jordan's shoulder a squeeze.

Quinn let Santana pace, she knew that Santana was very upset. And probably wanted to run or go find her dad and kill him. 'Baby?'

Santana stopped pacing. 'I'm sorry Q, this is just so fucked up!'

'Don't you think I know that?' Quinn's voice was hard and cold. She hated when her father came between them. 'I need my wife right now, not Satan.'

'Ugh I am such an ass. I am just so very very tired.' Santana sighed as she sat down on the bed with Quinn. 'I just want to get under the covers just you and me and shut out the world for a while.'

'I hear you, I have wanted nothing else bit that since I woke up.' Quinn took Santana's hand in hers. 'But I have to do this. This has finally got to be put to bed.'

'Are you ready for that?' Santana's voice was soft and so sweet, people would never believe she could ever even be that sweet.

Quinn chewed on her lip then nodded. 'I am, I am not scared of daddy any more. He is nothing but a drunk and a bully. And it is better that we get this all out. I don't want the newspapers to paint me as some whore teenager that sold her good old religious father up the river.'

'You have point there.' Santana kissed Quinn softly then kept their foreheads together. 'You want me to go get everyone back in?'

'Not your dad, I just...I can't have him here.' Quinn said shyly. 'I respect him to much. Just you me and the detectives.'

'You got it blondie.' Santana kissed Quinn again a little longer, just to reassure them both. 'Well people have tried to break you before and you shrugged it of and you'll do it again. We are gonna get out of this fucking shit hole and then all of these assholes can kiss our asses anyway.'

'True that.' Quinn smiled, she felt calm and good. This was not how it was supposed to happen. But her life never went how it was supposed to go. Things always turn upside down and yet I always come out the other side. And I have San, I am stronger with her here.

'Well I'll go get the po po then.' Santana teased lightly as she got up. 'Te amo Q.'

'I love you too Santana.' Quinn sighed happily. This was going to suck, but she was not the type to throw in the towel and play the victim. She was a fighter.

Quinn and Jordan kept glancing at each other, neither of them knew how to start talking. Neither of them really wanting too, it had been drilled into them so hard that this was something you didn't discuss with anyone.

Finally Santana threw up her hands and growled loudly. She pointed at Jordan, cause really this started with her she was the older of the two wasn't she? 'Hey senior hop to it, we seriously don't have all day.' She crossed her arms and glared expectantly at Jordan. I have to do everything!

Jordan actually snorted, at least one person would never treat them any different because of how they grew up. Santana was just as belligerent and rude as always. 'Always such a ray of sunshine.'

'Just keeping it real.' Santana shrugged still glaring at Jordan. She felt Quinn rub her back soothingly and lent into her. Any contact with Quinn was good contact. 'Now are we gonna get this shit going, or what?'

'I guess you are right, I should start.' Jordan twirled her fingers nervously, then looked up at Amy. She trusted Amy. 'Uhm do you like need specifics?'

Amy shook her head. They would need them later she was sure, but for now they wanted t get a broad sense of what actually went on in the Fabray household when Russel Fabray was still there. 'Just tell us what happened, and if you remember. Anything that could have been documented would be great as well. We could try and find those records, though I am guessing your parents used fake names if you had to go to the Hospital.'

'No, mom always used our real names, but we never went to a Hospital in town.' Jordan shook her head, that had been something that had bothered her when she got older. A fake name was the logical thing to do. But her mom never used a fake one. 'Only the last time he beat me up did mom take me to the local Hospital...this one actually.'

Mo pursed his lip, how interesting. It seemed that Judy Fabray was trying to get caught looking for an out. But no one ever bothered to look. 'That is actually really good for us. We'll get on that and search out any documentation we can find. The more the better.'

'Then you'll have your hands full.' Quinn gripped. She hadn't had half as many trips to the doctor as Jordan, but her fair share as well. They only stopped when she made Cheerio Captian. Daddy's all American princess couldn't have bruised skin and busted lips, now could she?

'How about you tell me how it started?' Amy gently prompted Jordan, getting them back on track. But she agreed with Mo the records would help them a lot. That fucker is going down.

Jordan scratched the back of her neck trying to remember when the first time was her father hit her. 'I don't remember a time he didn't hit me. But I remember the day he stopped just using his hands.' She took a deep calming breath and wrapped her arms around herself.

Amy put a reassuring hand on Jordan's shoulder. 'Take your time.'

'I had just started dance lessons and my teacher told me I was really good. So when I got home I was like terror on steroids, cause I had just had the best day ever. But daddy had had a really bad day, and when he saw how happy I was he started yelling at me how I was worthless and nothing. And how everything was my fault.' Jordan wiped at the tears that had formed in her eyes. She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't cry over her father, not again. 'I guess that day his fists weren't enough, because he took of his belt and beat the living daylights out of me. I had welts from the belt on my back. That was my first Hospital trip.'

Quinn would have loved nothing more than to pound something into submission. Jordan had had it so much worse than she ever had. 'He did always like to use that fucking belt with that huge buckle on you.' She said softly she had seen him beat Jordan enough times.

'His favourite, your right.' Jordan nodded bitterly. 'Things were pretty much the same. I got a bad beat down once a week if things were going well. And if he had a bad day I would bear the brunt of his anger. Busted lips bruised ribs. And yes cuts on my back from the buckle of his belt. Still have those scars. Also couple broken bones, arms hand, you know the usual suspects. Then when we moved here, he got demoted and of course that was my fault. That day he took a baseball bat to me. When I woke up I was in the Hospital, and knowing that he had finally lost it, I ran soon after.'

'I always wondered why.' Quinn said softly. 'You were always so strong, and I wondered what finally made you run.' Quinn pulled Santana closer to her needing the comfort Santana so easily offered. 'Daddy never touched me when I was little. He took it all out on Jordan and mom. I was his little princess, or that is what he used to tell me. But her was still a bastard. Nothing I did was ever good enough. If I got an A it should have been and A+ if I got a track ribbon my time was to slow. And I got tongue lashings.'

Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head softly. 'It's ok Q, just get it out.' She whispered into Quinn's ear. Giving her a gentle squeeze.

'He started beating me when I was ten. Never as bad as Jordan, but bad enough. He used the belt on me too. But never the buckle end. He stopped using the belt when I made Captain of the Cheerios. Then I got pregnant and he kicked me out.' Quinn kept things very general. The Hospital records would speak for her.

Mo looked between the sisters then closed his pad. They had enough to go on for now. They had plenty leverage. Now we need to speak to Judy Fabray. Cause if he beat his girls that bad he would have beat the crap out of his wife he was sure. 'I think that's enough for now. We have more than enough to look into. Would you be willing to talk to us again if the need arises?'

Quinn nodded, she didn't want to, but that was besides the point. 'Yes of course. Now if you don't mind I would really appreciate it if you left.'

Mo nodded in understanding. The girls had a lot to digest, and hanging around wouldn't make it easier on them. 'Of course, thank you for talking to us. We'll keep you in the loop.'

Amy bit her lip. 'Santana how would you feel about going boxing with me tomorrow?'

'Totes in.' Santana said, she knew she had to get her anger out before school on monday. 'Do you know when this shit is going to hit stands?' She didn't have to say what she was talking about, everyone knew.

'Tomorrow.' Jordan said softly. 'But the full down and dirty articles with the hinted interviews will probabyl come out Monday or Tuesday.'

Santana's jaw clenched painfully. 'Then I guess you better beat the crap outta me Granny.' She said to Amy before tuning them all out,except for Quinn. It's going to be another shit storm.

Tim slammed his fist on the bar. Russel Fabray had just seriously screwed him. 'He should be here any minute now, come on Hubbel just gimme a few more minutes.'

'If he was going to show he would have by now.'

'But come on! This is a big story.' Tim tried another tactic. He needed to get this out there. It was all part of his plan. No fucking bitch gets the drop on me! Especially not some dumb blond dancer.

'It really isn't, it was an interesting piece to stop gap with. But I already spent to much time on this. No one is interested is Jordan Quinn's life. Not really. She's all behind the scenes. I'm done. Don't call me again unless you actually have something for me. And Jordan Quinn isn't it.'

Tim watched as his contact at one of the bigger tabloids walked out and cursed. 'Fucking stupid drunk bastard. The whole fucking family just keep screwing me over. Well fuck them I'll still get the story out there.' Tim ordered another shot of Whiskey then sat back and contemplated what his next move would be. It might just take a little longer.