It was close to 5:00 when Jason got off of work.

Navigating city streets in a wheelchair wasn't easy on the best of days. After hours of working with the kids on their physical therapy exercises, and getting off of work at the beginning of the rush hour when most businesses in the area also ended their days made for a long and crowded trek.

The flower shop that the card he'd held back from Elisa's stack was only a few blocks from the hospital, so taking a bus seemed like a waste of time, considering how long it took to get his chair on and off. Same with a taxi.

He had long ago accepted that he would be in the wheelchair for the rest of his life, but sometimes having to deal with the day to day challenges were frustrating. The trip that would have taken him maybe ten minutes when he had use of his legs took almost half an hour because of crosswalks and the general crush of people.

After he had gotten there, he had the same amount of luck that Elisa had.

At some point, an envelope of cash had been slid under the door with clear instructions on what they wanted and where it needed to go.

It had happened in the past, the employee at the counter told him. Someone goofs up and forgets a birthday, or get in a fight with their girlfriend, so they slip instructions through the gap under the back door.

No surveillance footage of the back door, either.

Frustrated, Jason left the shop, and flagged down a taxi to get home. He just didn't have it in him to navigate the crowded sidewalks again today.

Thoughtful, he tried using his Hunter training to think about what he could do next to help.

He hoped it went away on his own, but just in case…

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Once home, Jason booted up his laptop.

He stared at the screen for a few minutes, trying to work through where to start.

Decision made, his fingers flew over the keys as he did a search for floral shops near the hospital. Once those were up, he spread out the search to between the hospital and the 23rd precinct station house.

The number was incredible. If he were to call them all, it was going to take him a good chunk of time. Glancing at the clock, he realized that there was a good chance that some of these shops were already closed for the day.

Jason ran both hands down his face in frustration.

Honestly, he didn't know why he felt this strong of a compulsion to help Elisa. Sure, he'd fancied the thought of them in a relationship once upon a time, but after seeing her depth of caring and devotion to Goliath and the clan, he knew that wasn't an option.

So… if it wasn't a romantic relationship, why this need to get involved?

Because, he realized, she'd been willing to put her career on the line to help both him and Robyn after their arrests. She'd met with him after the whole St Damien's Cathedral mess, when he'd been laid up in the hospital and feeling useless with his paralysis and tried to help him with advice and offers to help with the legalities. Hell, she'd even offered to be in the courtroom with them.

He still wasn't sure why she'd been so willing to help. They had, after all, attempted to kill off her friends. Her clan.

As a Scot, he understood the meaning of being part of a clan.

In the end, both Jason and Robyn had chosen to not accept her assistance, taking their incarceration and moving on with their lives. He'd been out for a few months, and Robyn was due for her parole hearing in six months.

Jon… well, honestly, he had no idea where his brother even was. He knew wherever it was, it wasn't in New York. For his own safety, after the kidnap, assault and attempted murder of NYPD detective Elisa Maza, he was trasported to a Maximum Security facility out of state.

While it made him sad, thinking about his little brother and the harshness of his sentencing, he couldn't condone his actions. Even as Hunters, it was understood that humans were off limits. The Hunt was reserved for the Demon.

Jon had his mind turned in the wrong direction, made his own decisions and was paying for his crimes.

As for Jason and Robyn, it could have been a whole lot worse. If Elisa hadn't convinced him that the "family tradition" of hunting was so misguided and wrong, chances are that they would have kept on going until one or all of the Canmore kids were dead in the pursuit.

Just like their father.

Jason shook his head roughly.

Whatever the reasons, he needed to help Elisa. Maybe he didn't need to define his reasons and just do what felt right.

Once again, Jason began working on his laptop. Using his honed hacking skills that he'd cultivated through his years as a Hunter, he expertly navigated the internal directories of the 23rd Precint's station. Once he found what he was looking for, he opened a new window and opened his email and composed a message.

To: mbluestone

From: jmcwheels

Re: A mutual friend

Detective Bluestone,

I realize that I may be the last person that you would expect to be writing to you. However, after speaking with Detective Maza, I believe that she may be in deeper trouble than she knows.

As her partner, I know that you are probably aware of the events surrounding her current problems.

If I am able to be any help, please let me know.

After signing it with his name, he hit the "send" button before he could second guess himself.

Now, all he could do was sit back and see if Matt contacted him.