"I can not believe it." Paige exclaimed. "My first case as a social
worker and the girl runs away!"
"It happens to the best of us." Her boss said. "We've got everyone looking for her. Rachel was used to life on the street, and a house probably was over her head."
"She's eight. Eight."
"I know."
"I can't sit here, I'm going to help look for her." Paige said, grabbing her keys and jacket.
"Where are you going to look?"
"I dunno, where do eight year olds like to go?" Paige asked. Her boss shrugged her shoulders, but figured that he better not push it. Paige drove around for hours. Several times her boss called trying to get her back to the office, but each time she refused. At ten at night, after seven hours of driving, she gave up and drove home.
"Paige, we heard." Phoebe greeted Paige at the door.
"You did how?" She asked suspiciously.
"Your boss called an hour ago, to see if you had given up looking yet."
"I won't give up until I find her." She said stubbornly.
"I know, but you're quitting for the night?" Phoebe asked hopefully.
"For the night, but I want to be out there early tomorrow. Rachel is a fast mover. She stops early, but starts early too. I need to find her. The Adams are freaking out, they feel like it is their fault. Hell, I feel like it is my fault too."
"But it's not, it was her choice."
"I thought I had the right foster family, I chose the Adams for her, but she obviously didn't like them. And it is all my fault."
"No, Paige it is not your fault."
"I know, but I can't help feeling like it is."
"It's ok."
"Thanks. Would it be bending the rules if I use magic to look for her?" Paige innocently asked.
"Yes, because this has nothing to do with magic, don't worry; I'm sure she is safe. Go, get some rest." Phoebe insisted. Paige looked slightly annoyed, but obliged, and headed to bed.
"It happens to the best of us." Her boss said. "We've got everyone looking for her. Rachel was used to life on the street, and a house probably was over her head."
"She's eight. Eight."
"I know."
"I can't sit here, I'm going to help look for her." Paige said, grabbing her keys and jacket.
"Where are you going to look?"
"I dunno, where do eight year olds like to go?" Paige asked. Her boss shrugged her shoulders, but figured that he better not push it. Paige drove around for hours. Several times her boss called trying to get her back to the office, but each time she refused. At ten at night, after seven hours of driving, she gave up and drove home.
"Paige, we heard." Phoebe greeted Paige at the door.
"You did how?" She asked suspiciously.
"Your boss called an hour ago, to see if you had given up looking yet."
"I won't give up until I find her." She said stubbornly.
"I know, but you're quitting for the night?" Phoebe asked hopefully.
"For the night, but I want to be out there early tomorrow. Rachel is a fast mover. She stops early, but starts early too. I need to find her. The Adams are freaking out, they feel like it is their fault. Hell, I feel like it is my fault too."
"But it's not, it was her choice."
"I thought I had the right foster family, I chose the Adams for her, but she obviously didn't like them. And it is all my fault."
"No, Paige it is not your fault."
"I know, but I can't help feeling like it is."
"It's ok."
"Thanks. Would it be bending the rules if I use magic to look for her?" Paige innocently asked.
"Yes, because this has nothing to do with magic, don't worry; I'm sure she is safe. Go, get some rest." Phoebe insisted. Paige looked slightly annoyed, but obliged, and headed to bed.
