Daisy woke up a little after eight in the morning. She noticed Office Morse was no longer in the room, even though she had insisted on staying in the room last night when they got back. The doctor on duty had examined her and done some weird swab thing in her mouth after Morse had asked her to. She got out of the bed and used the bathroom, coming back to the room she hunted for her clothes. Not finding them she put on the hospital robe over her gown and walked to the door. After the stunt she pulled last night, they would most certainly frown on her just opening the door. But she was hungry and also had a hell of a headache growing. Probably from the stress, and lack of sleep. She opened the door a crack and spoke.
"Hey can I get something to eat and drink and some ibuprofen. "
A tall guy she had never seen before turned and peered at her. "Call a nurse."
"Oh yeah. Okay. Where's the Amazon lady?"
"What?"
"You know. Blond hair. Tall. Cop."
"I'm sure you'll see Officer Morse soon."
Daisy let the door close and moved back to her bed. She grimaced as the movement caused her head to hurt more. She found the call button and hit it. Over and over."
After a few minutes, the door opened, a nurse entered and stood in front of her bed. "What do you want?"
"Can I get something for my headache and something to drink? And breakfast."
"Breakfast will be served at around nine on this floor. I will check with your doctor about pain meds and water." At that she turned around and walked out of the room.
Great. So the staff were not very happy with her. She flipped on the TV remote.
A couple minutes later, Officer Morse entered her room. "I heard you are thirsty. Here you go." She handed Daisy a can of Pepsi.
"Cool. I don't think the staff likes me very much."
"Well you did create some major havoc round here last night."
"Yeah. I guess." She popped the tab of the soda can and took a long drink. "Ah breakfast of champions."
Bobbi laughed. "So anyway, you sleep well?"
Daisy shrugged. "I guess. What's next? I'm not sick and so I imagine I'm not staying here much longer."
"Well we'd like for you to talk with Dr. Simmons. Maybe let the Doctor do a few more tests. You told the nurse you have a headache."
"Which I will just take some ibuprofen for and be fine. If I ever get any that is."
"I'm sure it'll be here soon. I filled out your menu for breakfast. You were still asleep."
"Oh goodie. Let me guess – Oatmeal. You know cause of the whole orphan thing."
Bobbi stared at her.
"Or not. Gee I was just joking."
"Oh. Yeah, I get it. Oliver Twist. No. Actually I ordered you scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon with toast and a fruit cup, with coffee and orange juice. You're not allergic to anything, are you?"
Daisy shook her head. "Just seasonal outdoor stuff. No food."
"You need anything else?"
"My clothes."
"Nice try."
"Worth a shot."
The door opened and the nurse entered, bringing Daisy some pills in cup and a large cup of ice water. "Here take these with the water."
Daisy followed the directions and then also took another drink of her soda. The nurse left the room.
"Well, your breakfast should be here soon. I need a cup or three of coffee. I'll be back later with Dr. Simmons. Enjoy your breakfast."
Daisy nodded and picked up the remote turning up the sound and started clicking through the channels.
Bobbi left the room and was heading to the cafeteria when Izzy caught up with her.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You're gonna have to be a little more specific boss. And I really need coffee so I'm gonna keep heading that way."
Izzy walked next to her. "Why is the girl still here in the hospital. You should have gotten her a medical clearance and taken her to holding till arraignment."
"Yeah I need that coffee. I'll explain everything after I get a cup. Come sit with me."
The cafeteria was sparse this early in the morning. They both sat down at a table coffee in hand.
"Anyway, we got Daisy back here at nearly midnight."
"So instead of getting her cleared and taking her to lockup, you decided to let her stay here. That wasn't your call Bobbi. We have protocols and rules for a reason."
"I found out something about her and needed to get it checked out."
"You going to tell me or is it a secret?"
"It's complicated."
"Yeah that's what Mack and Elena told me you said to them. They also told me you asked them to pick up your brother and some lady who works over at the FBI to bring here and you set up a meeting with them and the FBI psychiatry consultant."
"I did."
"You know we usually do those at the station Bobbi. What's up?"
"The girl. She's a kidnap victim."
"Really? How can you be sure?"
"I had the doctor do a DNA swab. She matches a cold case from thirteen years ago." Bobbi took a drink of her coffee. "She's my brother's kid Izzy."
Izzy gave her a puzzled look. "You're brother?"
"Thirteen years ago, his daughter was kidnapped. From a town called Shiloh in southern Illinois near Scott Airforce Base. Both my brother and his wife were stationed there. I didn't know him at the time. She was taken from their home, and the babysitter and her boyfriend were murdered. There were few leads, and the case went unsolved. A series of events led me to believe that Daisy might be that kidnapped child. So I had the hospital run my brother's DNA and her DNA and it is a match."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah. So I need to let both my brother and his ex-wife know. Since the girl was already here, I figured this might be the best place to give them the news. Dr. Simmons agrees with me. I already told her everything and she is slightly worried as to all the emotional turmoil and fallout that news like this can bring to the parties involved. Those are her words. She said they could be traumatized and there is a real possibility they would need medical support. For all three."
"Geezuz. And you are right here in the middle huh?"
"She's my niece."
"Which of course means you can no longer be on the case."
"Not officially. But there is no way I am not sticking around."
"I know. But Bobbi, you are going to have to defer now to someone else. Who do you want me to put in charge of this?"
"Mack."
"Will do. Have you spoken to him yet?"
"No. I was hoping you would. After he gets back from picking up Phil."
"I hope you know what you are doing."
"Me too. Phil and his ex-wife should be getting here around eleven. Oh and his ex-wife, she works for the FBI. Dr. Simmons even knows her. She and Elena are bringing her."
"Vic said she got a call this morning. Said you asked her to still represent the girl."
"Yeah. She's gonna need a good lawyer to help process the legal parts of this mess."
"I told her I had no objection. I am going to assume of course that your brother won't help us prosecute his newly found daughter."
"He didn't even want her to get in a lot of trouble when she was just a runaway kid."
"Of course, he didn't. Look this could either get very complicated very fast, or it could all wash and be a simple case with all these revelations. I am hoping for the latter."
"Yeah you and me both. I am sure any judge in family court would see extenuating circumstances and would push for what is best for all involved. We do have the money back she stole. Apparently, she was working alone. There is no big conspiracy or cyber group involvement."
"Anyway, keep me informed. I'll talk to Mack. I hope everything goes well. But Bobbi, it's not a fairytale. Keep that in mind."
"Yeah I know. I need another cup of coffee." She got up and turned back as Izzy spoke again.
"For goodness sake Bobbi, go get some sleep later today. You look like hell."
"I don't understand why this couldn't wait till school was over. What exactly does Bobbi need me for right now?"
"Why don't we just wait till we get there and then you can talk to Bobbi yourself." Mack wasn't completely sure what was going on, but Bobbi had said it was personal and that Phil needed to come to the hospital. Mack knew Bobbi rarely asked for favors from any of them, and he was glad to oblige his good friend.
"Well I hope they haven't lost that girl again."
They pulled up to the entrance and Phil got out.
"She said you should just go up to the fourth floor where you were yesterday."
Phil made his way into the building and headed to the elevators. He saw one closing that he was not going to get to, and then stopped walking as he saw Melinda May's face before the door completely closed. What in the world was Melinda doing here today? Oh no, I hope she's not sick, he thought. He rode up the next available elevator and got out heading to the check in desk and stopped short as Melinda was already there with Bobbi and they were talking. Now his curiosity was on high alert. He walked up to them.
"Bobbi. What's going on? Hello Melinda."
"Phil."
"Oh hey Phil. Yeah, can you two follow me. Jemma is already in the room." Bobbi turned with a pile of folders in her hand and walked down the hallway. Phil shook his head and motioned for Melinda to go in front of him and both followed Bobbi coming to a room marked 'Counselor'. Bobbi motioned for both of them to go in. They did and she followed.
Jemma was already sitting down in one of the armchairs. She got up. "Hello everyone. Please have a seat. You must be Phil Coulson. I'm Dr Jemma Simmons. I already know Melinda fairly well. She and my fiancé are good friends."
The four sat down.
"What is all this, Bobbi? And why is Melinda here? You said it was about the girl who stole my money and that you needed more information."
Melinda chimed in. "I was not told much. Actually, I wasn't given a real reason for needing to be here. I assumed it had to do with paperwork needed from the FBI. Why am I here Jemma? I don't see how I can possibly be of any help in this. What is going on?"
"Please just give Bobbi some time to explain. Everything will make sense in a few minutes."
Phil turned to his sister. "So spill it already. What's going on with this case and me? And why is Melinda even here?"
"Okay." Bobbi took a deep breath. "Look there's no easy way to say this."
"What the hell Bobbi. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. I mean it's complicated." Bobbi looked at Jemma.
"I find that in these cases it is really best to be open and honest. Start at the beginning." Jemma gave her an encouraging smile.
"Okay. Phil when I was at your house last night. Gee it was only last night wasn't it?"
"Yeah and so?"
"You had the photo albums out remember. You showed me pictures of Melinda and you, your wedding, your daughter." She stopped gauging his reaction. Then she continued, "Well earlier I had seen Daisy here at the hospital. She had this birthmark. On her arm. And in the one picture of your daughter..."
"A wine-colored birthmark in the shape of a heart. On the inside of her left arm right above the wrist. It was over the area of the wrist where a pulse is taken." Melinda spoke as she was clenching her hands tightly. She was putting it together.
Bobbi nodded. "Yes, "she said quietly.
Melinda stood up. "How... how are you...how are you sure."
"I did a DNA test. I had a cup form Phil and the hospital swabbed Daisy. It was a match. Phil are you okay?"
He also stood up and his face held a myriad of emotions. "She's ours? Our Skye?"
"We should do DNA blood tests on all three of you to make it official, but yes. Unless you had another child with another Chinese woman fifteen years ago, Daisy is your and Melinda's daughter that was kidnapped. You are her father, your DNA and hers are a positive match."
"Oh my god." Melinda felt her legs give out first as she fell forward. Phil and Bobbi jumped and caught her.
Melinda was laying on the sofa in the room, and Phil was pacing back and forth.
"How? How did this happen? How is she here? What happened? Bobbi, I need to know what happened. I need to see her. I have to..."
Jemma stepped in front of him. "She doesn't know yet. You can't."
"Why not? I can tell her. I am her father. Oh my god. She's alive."
"Phil come on. Sit down. Look I will explain everything once Melinda wakes up. Phil please. You have to stay calm. I will talk to you and Melinda. Then Daisy will be told, and hopefully if that goes well, both of you can see her."
Phil let her guide him to the chair. "She stole Twelve thousand dollars from me. Bobbi that is... did she know? Who I am?"
"No. She has no idea. Phil, she thinks her birth parents died nine years ago in a car crash. She had no idea she was kidnapped, no idea that you and Melinda exist. We have to handle this carefully. I'm afraid maybe I didn't do such a great job just now with either you or Melinda."
Melinda slowly blinked open her eyes and then she quickly sat up. She tried to stand but fell back down to the sofa. Her eyes found Phil and then she turned to Bobbi. "I can't go through this again. You have to be sure it's her. I have to be sure it's her."
Bobbi sat down next to her. "Look she and Phil match in their DNA. I had no idea how to tell you both this. I don't think there is any easy way to do so. But if you'll calm down and listen, I can explain everything we know. I can show you reports, and I can help you understand. I know this is – well it's hard. It's emotional and a bit crazy. I also know you are going to go through many crazy thoughts and that's why I have asked Dr. Simmons to be here.
Melinda looked at her. "Did I faint? Why am I sitting here? "She acted as though she hadn't heard anything Bobbi said.
Bobbi looked at Jemma.
"Yes Melinda, you fainted. The emotional stress was too much too quickly." Jemma came over and knelt in front of her. "It's important to just stay calm and to take this slow. Your mind needs to process everything and the best way to do that is to sit here and let Bobbi tell you and show you what transpired. For both of you." Jemma looked over at Phil.
Melinda shook her head. She looked at Phil. "Is it really Skye? Have you seen her? Could it be?"
He shook his head. "I haven't seen her. She matches the age Skye would be. Right Bobbi?"
"She does. And she's biracial. Half Chinese and half Caucasian. She has brown eyes, and I believe her natural hair is brown She had it dyed blond earlier and now she dyed it dark brown. It was the birthmark that stood out to me. On the picture I saw in the album, it is very apparent on your daughter. When I saw it on Daisy it was in the exact same place, same shape, and color. And – and – I don't know – her face – her smile – I just felt – it was a hunch. I just knew. The DNA confirmed it."
Melinda nodded. "Okay. I have to see her."
"Of course, Melinda. You will. Right now, we need to talk more, and you should look at..."
Melinda abruptly got up. "I need to see her now."
Bobbie and Jemma both stood with her. Bobbi had her hand on Melinda's arm.
"That's not a good idea. Not yet. She doesn't know anything yet. Jemma and I are going to talk to her after we are finished here."
Melinda shrugged off her hand and moved closer to the door. "No. I will talk to her. I need to see her. I have to see her." She walked to the door.
Jemma and Bobbi blocked her way. Bobbi spoke. "Melinda, no. You can't just spring this on her. It's better if she hears the whole story from Dr. Simmons."
"Phillip. Please tell them to get out of my way. You know what I'm capable of." Melinda's calm voice contrasted with her angry expression.
He made his way to her. "Melinda you need to listen to them. They're right."
"Right? Nothing is going to stop me from seeing her. Phil. She's my baby. Our baby." Melinda's voice broke and the tears started falling.
"Melinda. Please. Just sit down and let's talk through this." Jemma's voice was calm.
"Phillip. I don't want to hurt them. But I will."
He moved to stand in front of her. "No. No you won't. I know you." He reached for her shoulder and pulled her to him wrapping his arms around her. She laid her head on his chest and sobbed as her arms encircled him. His tears fell freely as they clung tightly to each other seeking comfort.
What seemed much longer but was only about ten minutes later, found Melinda and Phil sitting on the sofa and listening to Bobbi's entire story of how she figured out who Daisy was. Melinda was also told about Daisy's theft of Phil's money, her escape from the hospital, and what Bobbi knew about her time in Chicago. Bobbi also gave both of them all of the files and reports they had on Daisy's past. Jemma interrupted occasionally to add information about what she had concluded about Daisy in her talk with her. Hunter had brought in coffee for everyone except Melinda who instead had tea. He stayed and sat with Bobbi, giving her support. Over an hour later it was quiet, and everyone was just processing everything.
Jemma spoke. "Bobbi I think we should talk to Daisy soon."
"Yeah. How do we present this information to her? She is not even aware she was kidnapped. In her mind. Cal and Jiaying Johnson are her parents and have always been her parents."
Melinda's fists clenched at that declaration as her face hardened. "They stole her. Or bought her. They are not her parents."
"Of course we know that Melinda. But for Daisy, it's all she knows. Eighteen months when she was taken. Even if she has vague memories of you and Phil, she cannot make sense of them. She was too young."
"I need to see her."
"Melinda. We told you why..."
"I know. I would never hurt her. Never make it harder for her. I just need to see her. Not talk to her. Please."
Jemma nodded. "Of course. You have to see it's real. She's real. To continue to process this." Turning to Bobbi, is there a place you can bring her, where they can see her?"
Bobbi thought for a moment. Well I guess I could bring her to the waiting room. Get her a soda or something and tell her we are waiting for her lawyer to show before we meet with Dr. Simmons. I told her Dr. Simmons needed to speak to her again. I didn't say why."
Jemma nodded. "That will work. But neither of you can approach her. Not until she's been told who you are and what happened to her."
"She has a lawyer?" Phil was surprised.
"Victoria. She offered after Izzy told her the story. She was going to offer to be her lawyer advocate anyway before we knew she was your daughter. It's good she has someone looking out for her rights since she is a minor. And Vic is one of the best."
"For the legal ramifications. Daisy is still in police custody. She still has to be arraigned and still will have to appear in family court." Jemma added to Bobbi's explanation.
"She has to go to jail?" Melinda was panicking.
"No. Probably not. Not with all this new information. She is also a victim. Victoria can make a good case for her to not have to be held in juvenile detention. Extenuating circumstances and such. But she can't stay here in the hospital for long either. Vic knows. She's working on a game plan."
"Why can't she just come home with one of us. Me or Phil? She's our daughter."
"It's not quite that simple. Of course, reunification with both of you is the plan. It just might need a few days to work it out legally. Don't worry. We are all on your side here, Melinda. Yours and Phil's."
Bobbi walked into the room and threw the backpack and bag on the bed.
Daisy looked away from the TV and gave her a dirty look. "What?"
"Some of your clothes from your room at the hostel and your stuff from last night. Change into something. I'll be back in few minutes."
Daisy grabbed the bag and looked inside. She bit back the apprehension and fear. Only reason she could figure they'd want her dressed was to take her to a detention center or court for arraignment. Ah well. She knew it had to happen sooner or later. She was just wishing for it to be later. She slipped off the hospital robe and gown and put on her clean clothes and sneakers as well as her new hoodie. Earlier, after breakfast she had showered and washed out some of the temporary hair dye from her hair. Her hair was now closer to its original color than it had been in a while. She sat on the bed and waited.
A few minutes later, Bobbi came back in the room. "How was breakfast?"
"Not bad. For hospital food."
Bobbi looked over at the cart with the breakfast tray. All the food was gone. She turned back to look at her niece. For the first time she noticed that she was probably underweight. She wondered how many times she'd gone to bed hungry.
Daisy's words brought Bobbi out of her contemplation. "You taking me to detention or court? I guess if court, I'll get a lawyer there, right? I still get a lawyer, right? Cause you said before they might charge me as an adult."
"No one's charging you as an adult Daisy."
"No? When did that change? In fact, you're being awfully nice to me these days."
"Am I?"
Daisy rolled her eyes. "By the way I thought Dr. Simmons was coming with you?"
"She's here. We're going to meet her in a bit back here. She's busy right now. But I thought maybe you'd like to take a little walk out to the waiting room. That's where your lawyer is meeting you. She's a child advocacy lawyer. Works with underage kids as an advocate when she can."
"Seriously? You called her to represent me? Why?"
"You'll need her."
"Sounds ominous."
"So do you want to get out of here or not."
Daisy raised her eyebrows at her. Then she grinned.
Bobbi sighed. "Don't even think about it."
"So I'm leaving my stuff here?"
"Yeah. We'll be back to talk to Dr. Simmons. "
"What about lunch. I ordered from the menu they brought at breakfast. It's mac n cheese. I do love me some mac n cheese."
"Me too. We'll see, okay. Come on let's take a little walk, shall we?"
"After you."
"Oh no. You first. I insist."
Daisy smirked and walked out the door guided by Bobbi.
As they passed by Davis, Daisy saluted him. She also waved to the hospital personal at the desk before they walked in the other direction. Bobbi shook her head at her antics. She guided the girl down the hallway to the open waiting area and gestured for Daisy to enter. Bobbi glanced over to her right just inside the waiting area where Elena was sitting with Phil and Melinda. She nodded at them, but Phil and Melinda were only looking at the girl who had entered. Elena nodded back. Bobbi led Daisy to the middle of the room and sat down patting the seat next to her.
"Sit here. I'll call Victoria and see if she's in the building yet."
"Victoria is my lawyer, right?"
"Yes. Victorian Hand."
Daisy nodded and looked around the room. She saw that cop, Officer Rodriguez seated near a man and woman. Most likely there to make sure she didn't try anything stupid. Daisy sat back and propped her feet up on the table full of magazines in front of her. Bobbi leaned over and pushed her feet off, shaking her head. Daisy frowned at her and plopped them up again. Bobbi finished her call and stared at Daisy.
"Get them off the table. Act normal."
Daisy giggled. "So stretching out my legs is not normal now?"
"Just don't. Have some manners."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously." She pushed the girl's feet off the table again. She pulled a couple dollars out of her pocket. "Here. Go get a drink and a snack from the machines over there."
Daisy looked at the offered money, grabbed it, got up and sauntered over to the machines. Bobbi looked over to Phil and Melinda who were intently watching Daisy. Elena was there actually not for Daisy, but rather for Melinda and Phil. To stop them should either decide to not do as they promised by not approaching Daisy yet. Bobbi looked back at Daisy who was intently looking at the snacks as though she was making a life altering choice. She finally returned, carrying a can of Mountain Dew, a Kit Kat bar, and a bag of Doritos.
Bobbi watched as Daisy settled back on her chair. She glared at her as Daisy went to plunk her feet back onto the table. Daisy rolled her eyes and put them back down, instead placing the can of soda on the table and ripping open the candy bar. She offered Bobbi a piece. Bobbi shook her head and Daisy shrugged her shoulders, stuffing a large piece of the candy in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh."
Daisy's sigh of contentment made Bobbi laugh. "Good huh?"
"Yep." Daisy swallowed the candy. "I would have got a Snickers, but they're sold out." She ripped open the bag of Doritos, and again offered the bag to Bobbi. Bobbi declined and Daisy sat back and continued enjoying her snacks. She was not oblivious to the couple who continued to stare at her, as she snuck occasional glances at them. Bobbi was checking her phone and seemed to not notice the couple that was staring at her.
Melinda couldn't take her eyes off the girl. Phil was doing a little better trying to not make his staring as obvious. She was looking for any sign that the girl in the room acted like or moved like her Skye. She took in everything. She watched as she walked, as she moved on the chair she was sitting on. Her propping of her feet and obvious delight in Bobbi not liking it. Her head nods and laugh. Her grin. The way she ate a chip or ripped of the paper to a candy bar. Her height appeared to be around 5'5" which made sense. She was not overly short or tall. She was obviously biracial to Melinda, with certain movements and expressions highlighting her Chinese heritage. Her eyes were dark brown. Melinda searched for a resemblance to the small child she'd only known for eighteen months.
Phil was also checking out the girl but trying to not appear to be a stalker. He noticed Melinda having a tougher time with that and did appear to be a stalker. "Hey." He leaned over to her and whispered. "She's gonna think you are a stalker."
"Shut up Phil. I'm a spy, I know how surveillance works."
"You are out of practice."
She tore her eyes away from the girl and stared daggers at him. "She doesn't even notice. She's too busy eating her snacks."
"You hear her sass back at Bobbi. I think she likes Bobbi. That's good, right?" He kept his voice low.
"Yeah." Melinda turned her eyes back to focus on the girl. "Phil?"
"Huh?"
"I need to talk to her. I have to see if it's true. I have to see her arm. I need – I need to..."
"Hey. Come on. You know what Dr, Simmons said. We have to take this slow. In steps. She has to have time to process everything. She had a panic attack the other day. We can't hurt her."
"I won't hurt her. I could never hurt her Phil."
He took Melinda's hand and nodded. "I know."
"What if – what if she doesn't want to see us Phi? After she knows? I can't – I won't be able to – oh god Phil what if she is angry at us? For not finding her. For not searching harder."
"Hey come on Mel. You are getting way ahead of everything. Hey, Look at me. We found her. Or maybe more appropriately, she found us. Let's focus on that. One thing at a time."
Melinda nodded. She squeezed his hand. "Sometimes I forget how practical and calm you can be. We can do this, right?"
"We will do this Mel."
Daisy noticed the couple who were staring at her were now having a hushed conversation. She lifted her foot and kicked Bobbi lightly in the shin.
Bobbi looked at her annoyed. "What?"
"Hey are those two people over there part of your team? Cause they keep staring at me. Like if I get up and try to walk out of the room will one of them tackle me?"
Bobbi just let out a huff of exasperation. "Don't get up and try to walk out of the room, okay?"
"Sure. But would they? They're cops too, aren't they?"
Bobbi didn't want to lie or withhold any more information from the girl. The easiest thing would be to say yes, they were working with her. But in a little while Daisy would find out the couple were her parents. "Nah. Not cops. Probably just here waiting on news about a loved one." There was no lie in that statement.
"Well how come they keep staring at me then? It's kinda weird."
"Maybe you remind them of someone they know Daisy. I'm sure it's harmless. Look they are talking and not paying you any mind now. Maybe you are just a little paranoid."
"Yeah yeah, I know. The world doesn't revolve around me. But they were really..." she paused as the couple both turned to look at her again, "see look. They're doing it again."
"Well maybe they're staring at you cause you are staring at them?"
Daisy gave her a dirty look. She turned back to look at the couple. "She's pretty. Don't you think? Like gorgeous really. Dang I hope I look that good when I'm that old."
"You are very pretty yourself Daisy."
"Are you hitting on me Officer?"
Bobbi sputtered. "Of course...no...I...for crying out loud Daisy...I wouldn't..."
Daisy howled with laughter at the expression on Bobbi's face.
"Oh shut up." A small smile formed on Bobbi's lips. This kid was something else.
Victoria Hand walked into the waiting room and saw Bobbi sitting with a teen girl who was laughing loudly.
"Hey Bobbi."
Bobbi stood up and shook Victoria's hand. "Glad you are here. Vic, this is Daisy. Daisy, this is Victoria Hand, your advocate lawyer."
Daisy waved. "I like your hair."
