Hey Guys. Another story so if you like you know the drill. Follow and review. Also the word "Cle" is not a typo. It's a nickname for Cleo. Take away the "Oh" sounding at the end. If you haven't read my first two stories it might be a bit confusing as it reveals more about how Gunner became a Father but not essential.

Cleo was almost jumping up and down on her seat in Heather's car as they were less than half a mile away from Cleo's house. She was finally on her way to see her dad and she literally couldn't wait.

Work had been horrible. For the first two hours there had been no customers, which meant that all the deep cleaning had to be done on the shelves and windows. Then when customers finally did come in, Cleo wished they would just go away. A little boy came in and asked for a 2lb bag of skittles but didn't like the purple or orange ones, so Cleo had to take those ones out with a pair of tongs to keep him happy. Then some posh lady had come in and wanted the best vegan chocolate that the store had. What the fuck was vegan chocolate? After double-checking with owner, who had the same look Cleo did, she had to politely apologise and advised that the store didn't sell any.

The snob didn't except that and demanded to see the owner. Paul then explained that they didn't have any vegan chocolate and suggested a few places that the lady could find some. The posh snob then seemed to explode with rage at Paul, and once she left, everyone including some customers couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Cleo had then made a mental note to Google what the hell vegan chocolate was.

Luckily after that incident there was just less than 2 hours of work left, which passed relatively quickly. Once the store closed, Paul and the rest of the guys at the store asked Cleo and Heather to go and grab an early dinner with them. Usually Cleo would say yes to this invite but she was so excited to go and see her dad, make sure he was ok and show him her trophy that she said no. Heather had said no as well because she was babysitting her younger siblings as her parents were out for the night. Cleo didn't say it but she was so happy that Heather said no to go out for dinner with everyone. If Heather had said yes Cleo didn't expect her to drive her home first and would have had to take two buses to get home. That meant more time getting home!

"Ok. Here you go." Heather said as she pulled up outside Cleo's house.

"Thanks Heth. Will I just text you about next week?" Cleo replied, grabbing her bag from the car floor.

"Yeah that's fine. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and I'll see you at school." Replied Heather.

"Yeah, you to. Enjoy looking after your brothers." Cleo shouted as she closed the door and saw Heather's annoyed expression, which Cleo smirked at.

Cleo went to the front door and found that it was open. If it was locked it meant that her dad was out running errands or at the gym.

Cleo's excitement was now even bigger. She quickly pushed the door open, kicked off her shoes and ran through into the kitchen to see if her dad was there first.

"Dad…Dad!" She shouted.

Nope, he wasn't in the kitchen. Cleo then ran through the door that led to the living room to see if he was there.

"Dad…Dad!"

Nope still nothing.

Cleo was about to run into the hallway and run upstairs to look, but as she turned around, she saw that the patio sliding door was open very slightly.

Cleo walked over and slid the door across so it was open fully and found what she was looking for.

Sitting on a deck chair on the patio was her dad. Gunner Jensen. He was sitting on the chair and was sharpening his bowie knife. By the looks of it he hadn't heard Cleo yet and looked deep in thought as he cleaned the blade. Either his mind was still on the job or something else was up.

"Dad!" Cleo shouted just encase he didn't hear her.

Luckily Gunner did hear her. He looked up from sharpening his bowie knife and the smile on his face showed that he had missed Cleo, just as much as she had missed him. Just like he had promised so many times before, he had once again made it home safely to his little girl.

Cleo dropped her bag and hoodie on the ground and ran towards Gunner. At the same time Gunner stood up off the deck chair, placed the knife on the table and opened his arms for Cleo to run into. As she did Gunner picked her up and spun her around, hugging her tightly before placing her back on the ground.

"Hey princess." Gunner said as they finished hugging.

"Hey Dad. Are you ok? Did you get shot?" Cleo asked frantically. She could tell that when he spun her around, his muscles were shaking. Either he was sore from injury or Cleo had put on weight.

"No I didn't get shot. I'm just a bit sore from the job but don't worry, you should see the other guy. Nobody messes with your dad the Viking" Gunner replied with a wink.

Cleo could tell that the job was still on his mind and it would take a day for him to return to his normal self. She was just so glad to have him home that she didn't want to ask about it just yet. Maybe in a few days she would ask what the job was about.

"Yeah the Viking always conquers." Cleo said with a slight roll of her eyes at her dad's joke.

"Listen I know you just got back but do you wanna do something tonight. Maybe a movie, go out to dinner or order in?"

"Actually Cle, the teams gathering at Tool's tonight. I said if you weren't to tired, we'd go and Emily and Sam will be there." Gunner said with a touch of hope in his voice that Cleo would say yes.

"A night at Tool's sounds good to me but I'm guessing I'm driving so that you can drink?" Replied Cleo.

In all honesty a night at Tool's did sound really good. If it was just her and Gunner, she would be constantly staring at him and looking for signs of pain and distress from the job. A few beers would do him good and to mess around with the guys, even if it meant Cleo driving them there and back again.

"Hey, when you're old enough to drink, we'll swap roles." Gunner replied.

"Ok deal. Just let me shower and change, then we can go." Cleo said as she headed to the door to pick up her bag and hoodie that she dropped.

"Take your time Cle. No one's going over till 7 and its only 4:40." Gunner shouted as Cleo disappeared back inside the house.

"Ok Viking." Cleo called back laughing as she stuck her head out of the door so Gunner heard her.

She quickly ran up the stairs and headed straight for her bedroom so she could collapse on her bed for a few moments. As she collapsed on the bed, Cleo finally felt relaxed for the first time in days.

She decided to quickly look through Facebook and check her messages before going to shower. Nothing interesting on Facebook and she only had a message from Emily asking if she was going to Tool's tonight. She quickly replied to the message and shut her eyes for a second before she went to get ready

A moment later, Cleo felt a big hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her out of her thoughts and the over powering smell of men's aftershave was filling her room.

"Cle, you awake?" Gunner asked softly.

"Yeah Dad. I only closed my eyes for a second and I'll be ready by 6:45. Don't worry." Cleo said sleepily with yawn as she open her eyes.

"Cle it's 6:35." Gunner said with a concerned look on his face.

Cleo bolted upright into a sitting position and checked the time on her watch. Sure enough the time said 6:35pm. She must have fallen asleep and closing her eyes for two seconds turned into an almost two hour nap.

"Oh my God! Dad I'm sorry but I'll be ready as soon as I can." Cleo was racing towards the bathroom and picking up the pile of clean clothes to get changed into.

"Whoa slow down. Just chill and don't rush. If we're late, then we're late."

Gunner's words fell on deaf ears and as he finished talking, the bathroom door slammed shut and the shower turned on.

Luckily Cleo didn't have to wash her hair so she had a quick body shower and brushed her teeth. She then changed into denim jeans, a plain black muscle shirt and pulled a red and black long sleeved plaid shirt over the muscle shirt. Cleo then quickly re-tied her hair in a ponytail and sprinted back to her room to grab her bag, jacket and shoes.

Grabbing her converse, strap bag and a random hoodie, she bolted down stairs to meet her dad.

"See!" Cleo was completely out of breath bur she had made it in time.

"I told you I'd be ready by 6:45. Now let's roll." With a triumphant smile, Cleo strolled passed Gunner, grabbed the truck keys and started it up while Gunner locked up the house.

A few moments later he came out of the house, locked the door while still looking amused at Cleo as he jumped in the passenger side.

"Just like your mom." Gunner said as he climbed into the passenger seat and they headed for Tool's

The one thing Gunner was thankful for was that Cleo had her mother's nature, dark hair but had his looks. If she looked like her mom and had Gunner's wild nature, he always wondered if their relationship would be different. Luckily she got her good nature from Rebecca although if she was really mad, she had the same temper as he did. He always wondered when she was growing up, how he would handle conversations about make up, clothes and other girl topics that girls liked to talk about. Girls didn't talk about those things with their dads. However he didn't have anything to worry about. Cleo preferred talking about sports, actions films, and karate and hated going clothes shopping. Every time her aunt Mandy came for a visit she would moan that Gunner needed to buy Cleo better clothes. Then she would lecture Cleo that she needed more fashion sense and that there are more colours than red, black, blue or cameo. The two of them would just shake their heads at her and change the subject as quickly as they could.

Cleo had never given him any trouble and just like Rebecca, everything had to be done on time and to be perfect. Failure was not a word she knew. Whenever he looked amused at her, it just reminded him of Rebecca and the things she used to do. The guys always teased him that the only way they knew he was her father was because of their resemblance and that it was a miracle Gunner ended up with a daughter like Cleo. Rebecca had also made sure that from the day she was born, Cleo carried his name and for that he was grateful.

They drove in silence to Tool's until they were about two miles away, Gunner was looking for something on the car floor and all of a sudden let out a loud booming laugh that echoed through the car.

"What's so funny, dad?" Cleo asked looking at him and trying to keep her eyes on the road at the same time.

"Did you think everyone has forgotten who you are?" Gunner asked while still laughing to himself.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cle, you've brought your soccer hoodie. The one with "JENSEN" written in big letters on the back on it. Everyone knows who you are." Finally stopping his laughter, Gunner found what he was looking for on the car floor.

A look of shock, annoyance and then finally amusement crossed Cleo's face.

"Ah Man! I grabbed the wrong one cause I was in such a rush. I'm so stupid."

"Cle, you grabbed the wrong one. It's not the end of the world, just chill." Gunner could see that Cleo was tensing up because she grabbed the wrong one and she was annoyed at herself for not getting the right one she wanted.

"It's ok, I'll just leave it in the truck. I need it for practise on Monday anyway and I don't need knife cuts in it or beer spilt on it tonight. I've done enough laundry this week." Cleo replied with a smile on her face as she pulled into Tool's garage.

All of the team had brought their bikes meaning that there was room for Cleo to park the truck in the garage. This was a rough area and the truck wasn't worth anything but it wasn't worth the risk of someone damaging it on the street or stealing it. Even with the reputation of Tool's shop as well.

Cleo turned off the engine, jumped out the truck, locked it up and her and Gunner walked into the shop together.

By the look of it, they were the first to arrive.

"Hey Sugar plum, where you been hiding all week? Came to check on you and you weren't there." Tool was the first to come and hug Cleo and as usual called her the nickname she hated.

"Sorry warden. I needed to stay and do extra dance prep this week." Cleo replied as she was released from her bear hug.

"Just ignore that old man, Cleo. He's getting worse than your dad at making sure your safe when he's away." Barney said as he appeared in front of Cleo and was next to hug her.

"Hey! Lil girl all alone in a big city like New Orleans needs protecting" Replied Tool as he handed Gunner and Barney a beer.

'I can take care of myself, Grandpa!" Cleo said going to the fridge and helping herself to a soda.

She always called Tool grandpa when he talked about protecting her. Grandpa pissed him off because he said it hurt his ladies man image he had.

"Enough with the Grandpa shit, Sugar plum. I could kick your ass any day." Replied Tool taking a swig of his beer.

"Oh please! The next mobile vehicle you'll need will be a walker with tennis balls on the bottom. Cleo could kick your ass any day."

Cleo spun round and seen Emily and Toll Road walking into the shop. Emily always seemed to appear when she needed back up. It wasn't that Cleo couldn't defend herself, but that Emily could hit back with some remark in an instant with her quick talking mouth.

Emily was trained in self-defence but she practiced Judo not karate – she wasn't as strong as Cleo though – making both girls fighters. Plus both Gunner and Toll made sure their daughters knew how to handle a gun including a sniper rifle. The team always said that Cleo could fight her way out of any situation and Emily could talk her way out of any situation.

"Well good evening to you to smart mouth. I was hoping you would turn up."

"I heard someone was dissing my girl. Had to show up to have her back." Replied Emily as she slung her arm around Cleo's shoulder.

"Oh I think that shorty can handle herself." Replied Tool.

What the Fuck did he just say?

Cleo hated sugar plum as a nickname but when someone made fun of her height, the Jensen temper came out.

"Shorty huh. Well I'll show you just how well shorty can handle herself."

Cleo's face was almost the same colour as her plaid shirt she was that angry at what Tool had just said.

Cleo walked over to Tool and on his free hand without the beer, gave him a bent wrist strike. It gave her the result she wanted.

"Owww! Ok, ok I take it back. Cleo is strong enough to defend herself."

When Cleo struck Tool, He was on his knees in a second and was scrunching up his face with the pain Cleo was causing him.

"What else?" Cleo asked applying more pressure.

"I'm sorry for calling you shorty." Tool replied through gritted teeth.

Emily and Cleo exchanged a quick glance and both nodded at each other before Cleo released Tool.

Tool placed his beer on the floor and rubbed his forearm trying to relieve the pain in his wrist and getting the feeling back in his wrist. After a few moments, Tool picked up his beer and got back on his feet.

"Damn, brother!" As he turned to Gunner.

"You gotta get that girl under control. You gonna let her get away with that."

Throughout out the whole conversation, Barney, Toll and Gunner had continued to drink their beer, laugh and did nothing to stop Cleo.

"That's my girl." Was Gunner's reply as he and Cleo fist bumped each other.

Tool opened his open mouth to protest but everyone including him just fell about laughing at Gunner's response.

"You know ya'll used to be my friends but since you started bringing your daughters here, I get beat up in my own shop."

"Oh come on drama queen. We were only messing with you." Replied Emily as she went over to Tool and hugged him.

"Yeah me to." As Cleo went to hug him again as a way of saying sorry.

"Plus I could have done that a lot harder. I was going easy on you." Said Cleo as she pulled away from Tool.

"Sugar plum, I believe you on that." Replied Tool.

"You want me to do it again?" The angry in her was rising inside her again.

"Ok! Cleo, I believe you on that." As panic flashed across his face.

"That's better" Replied Cleo.

Soon after the rest of the team arrived, each taking it in turns to hug Cleo and Emily. Caesar was the last one to arrive however Emily and Cleo were surprised he turned up alone.

"Hey Caesar, where's Sam? Thought she was coming tonight." Asked Cleo as Caesar settled down with the rest of the team.

"Sorry girls. She was meant to be coming but unfortunately her ass is grounded."

"What happened?" Emily asked, almost sounding disgusted at Caesar for grounding their friend.

"Well Samantha thought it would be funny to tie her little brother to a chair as punishment for eating her last chocolate muffin." You could tell Caesar was pissed as he was using Sam's full name.

Both Cleo and Emily had to bite their lips to stop themselves for laughing. Sam had been threatening to punish her youngest brother for a while but they never thought she'd do something like this.

"So ladies, you'll just have to do without her tonight" As Caesar sat down beside Toll and Gunner.

"I'm sure we'll be ok without her for a night." Replied Cleo.

"Ladies, can you give us men a few moments alone while we talk shop. We'll call you when pizza's arrive in around 15 minutes." Tool asked the girls.

Emily and Cleo didn't need a bigger hint than that. Talking shop was code for "go away while we discuss the recent job or a new one that's coming up."

"Ok Just don't eat all the food before we come back!" Emily shouted over her shoulder as she and Cleo headed upstairs that led to Tool's apartment above the shop.

As the lift started taking them up towards the apartment, Cleo wished that Sam were here with them. Without Sam, Cleo would have to listen to Emily rattle on again about "The Bitch."

It was strange how three girls from different backgrounds could be best friends.

Sam was joint best friend with Emily to Cleo. Sam was tough as well and she could defend herself and fire a gun just like her and Emily but she was the luckiest one out of the three of them in Cleo's eyes. Sam was also the sanest one out the three friends. Emily had always said that it was because Sam hadn't been through as much shit in her life as her and Cleo, that she wasn't as fucked up as they were.

"You'll never believe what the Bitch has done now." Emily said as they entered Tool's living room in his apartment.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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