A.N.: Hey! Here's the second part. Enjoy!

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Ranger Jimmy Trivette was baby-sitting for his partner, Walker, while Walker and Alex were out on a date. He had suggested the two go out and spend some, much needed, alone time together, offering to look after their four-year-old for them. Though Alex had been reluctant at first, Walker had soon convinced her to go out for the evening. Now though, he stood by the kitchen stove, rigging up hotdogs for him and his littlest partner.

"Uncle Jimmy!" A four-year-old cried, running into the kitchen. "My tower falled over!"

Trivette gave her a small smile. "That'll happen if it gets too tall," he reminded her. "Smaller ones will stand up longer."

"Kay!" The child cried, running back out to the living room area of his apartment to build towers once more.

Trivette glanced over the counters every so often, to make sure the small child hadn't wandered off on him, like she had tendency to do. He was glad to see she was behaving nicely this time around – last time, he'd had to chase her all over his apartment.

"Food's ready!" He called out to her. "Come here, Honey."

The small girl ran in, her light brown curls bouncing off her shoulders as she ran. Her chubby little face stared up at him, once she had managed to come to a stop at his feet. "Hot dogs!"

Trivette laughed. "Yes, hot dogs."

He picked her up and set her in the booster seat Walker had brought over for her to use at dinner. Once he was sure she was strapped in securely, he handed her the cut up hot dog he'd place on a plate for her. He watched as she eagerly started picking up hot dog pieces and shoving them into her mouth.

"Slow down Lenore. You don't want to choke," he told her softly, though his voice showed there was to be no argument.

She nodded and slowed down, babbling away as she ate her beloved hot dog. "Juice? Uncle Jimmy?"

Trivette nodded slightly. "Sure. Apple juice, right?"

The little girl grinned up at him, chewing with her mouth wide open. "Juice!"

"Mouth closed pleased," He said, pouring some juice into the sippy cup she'd brought along with her. She'd been drinking juice when her mother and father had dropped her off earlier that evening. He handed her, her juice and sat down to eat his own hot dog. "Is it good?"

She nodded while giving him another grin. "Uh-huh!"

He smiled in return, and ruffled her hair slightly. "Done?" He asked a few moments later.

She nodded her head again. "Uh-huh. All gone!"

He laughed, and cleaned her up before letting her out of the chair, allowing her to go and play.

"Simon!" She called, as she ran back for the living room. "Blocks!"

He watched from his kitchen table as she sat upon the floor with her stuffed Chipmunk and blocks to play by her lonesome.

"Uncle Jimmy! Come play!" She called out a few minutes later.

Trivette shrugged to himself, and got up to go and play with her and her toys. He sat down on the floor next to her, and began to help her build a 'block' cake, for Simon.

"You sure Simon will eat this?" He asked. "It looks mighty big for one small chipmunk."

"I eat too!" She declared, popping a block into her mouth.

He just about had a heart attack when he saw her do that. He immediately grabbed hold of her chin, and stuck his fingers in her mouth to pry it out – mind you this was after she had refused to spit it out on her own. Once he had managed to retrieve the block, he wiped it off and set it with the others on the floor. He then picked her up and carried her and a chair over to the one corner of the room.

"No!" The child screamed, kicking her feet as she sat there. "No! No! No!"

"Lenore, you know not to put blocks in your mouth," Trivette stated, setting the chair in the corner and placing her upon it. "You also know to do as told, and you didn't."

He just let her scream as he turned the chair around so that she'd now be facing the wall instead of him. "Five minutes," he told her. "Then you can come back over and play with Simon."

She continued to throw a fit as he left her sitting there. Once she thought he wasn't looking, she slid down off the chair and ran for the stuffed friend she'd left on the floor over by her discarded blocks.

Trivette came back into the living room, only to find his orders being defied by the small child. He said nothing as he scooped her up and carried her back to the corner. Once there, she was once more sat upon the chair to face the corner, Simon being taken from her little arms again.

"NO!" She shrieked. "WANT SIMON!"

Trivette ignored her and sat down to watch TV, which he knew she couldn't see from her spot in the corner. He grit his teeth slightly, when he saw her slide off the chair again.

A few minutes later, after having had to return the stubborn child to the chair numerous times, he crouched down before her to make some things clear to her.

"Lenore," he said, making her look at him. "I know you hate sitting in the corner, but it's either you sit here, or get a swat on your bottom."

She shook her head upon hearing that, and pouted, her eyes welling up with tears. "No Uncle Jimmy! No!"

"I know Honey," he told her gently. "Uncle Jimmy doesn't want to swat your bottom either. But, I will if you don't stay in your chair and behave. Alright?"

The little girl nodded sheepishly. "Uh-huh."

"Now, just sit here until I call you over, okay?"

"Kay," she answered quietly. "Sorry Uncle Jimmy."

"I know."

He kissed her head, and went back to watch his program. Though he watched his show, he also kept an eye on her while she sat in her corner. He hated punishing her – they all did – but, he knew it was the only way she'd ever learn – no matter how much it pain them – him – to enforce a punishment.

After a while, the child grew bored of staring at the wall, and turned to glance at her uncle. It was then that she spotted someone at the window, about to break in. Her little blue-gray eyes grew wide with fright, as she called out to her uncle.

"Uncle Jimmy! There a man!" She cried, pointing to the window.

Just as Trivette turned to see what she was pointing at, a loud CRASH was heard, as a man dressed all in black came crashing through his window. He didn't even think as he quickly got up to defend his home and protect the small child he had promised to watch.

The child, not wanting to see her uncle hurt, ran for his bedroom, grabbing the phone and taking it with her under the bed. She was terrified – especially since she didn't have Simon there with her. She had had to leave him out in the living room with her blocks and uncle. She dialed one of the three numbers she knew by heart.

Ranger Francis Gage was just about to go out to the store for some milk, when his phone suddenly rang, startling him. He picked it up, not sure as to who would be calling, since he had just finished talking to Sydney.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Gage!" A small voice cried, tears evident in the tone.

"Lenore? What's wrong, Kiddo?"

"There a man!" She wailed, hearing a loud crash from the other room. "Uncle Jimmy! Simon!"

"Whoa. Calm down, Munchkin," Gage told her. "Are you at Uncle Jimmy's?"

"Uh-huh," the tiny voiced answered.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Gage stated, already in his car. Luckily, she had called his cell – it and Jimmy's being the only numbers she knew – other than the one for Ranger Headquarters. She hadn't yet learned her father's number, of he knew she would've called him instead – least, he figured she would probably have.

"Kay! Hurry!" The child whispered in a panic.

Gage started his car and roared quickly out of the parking lot. "Are you hiding, Munchkin?"

"Uh-huh!" She answered softly.

Just then, a gunshot was heard, along with a terrified scream from a four-year-old.

"Lenore? Lenore, what happened?" Gage demanded gently. He felt panic sear through him when he got no response. "Lenore? Lenore!"

He slammed his phone shut, then grabbed it up again, quickly hitting speed dial, so that he could get a hold of Walker.

"Walker here."

"Walker, we need to get to Trivette's! Fast!"

"What? Why? What's wrong?"

"Lenore just called me. She said there's a man there, and that she was hiding."

"Is she alright?" Walker asked, quickly getting up and ushering Alex out of the restaurant and to his truck.

"I don't know! There was a gunshot, then the line went dead!"

"I'll meet you there! If you get there first, go on in and find out what's wrong."

"Will do. See you there, Boss."

Gage hung up and decided to try Trivette's place, just to be sure.

Meanwhile, a scared child lay hidden under a bed, crying. She heard the phone ring, and couldn't help but scream again, when another loud gunshot was heard. She didn't know it, but her uncle was still struggling to keep the intruder from entering his room and going after her.

Trivette prayed to God that there were no other intruders waiting to enter his apartment, as he knew he'd then be outnumbered and that the child in his room would be in grave danger – more than what she was all ready in. He continued to fight with the man, whom seemed to know martial arts just as well as he did – though he knew if Walker were there, the man would be nothing compared to him.

The front door was kicked open then, and Gage busted into the room, quickly dodging the bullet that had been shot at him upon entering. Suddenly, a second man appeared, entering through the window as the other intruder had previously. The new intruder headed straight for Gage, and began to fight with him, while Trivette still fought with his original opponent.

About ten minutes later, Walker came barging into the apartment, having had made Alex stay outside with Sydney – whom he had had Alex phone along the way. He helped his friends fight the two masked intruders, then cuff them and hand them over to the cops who had also been called along the way.

Once the intruders had been escorted out of the apartment, the three men began to look for Walker's only daughter.

"Lenore? Lenore?" Walker called. "Lenore, where are you, Honey?"

"I think I saw her run for my room," Trivette told him, standing up after having had been thrown upon his coffee table. "I just hope no one else came in here. I only heard her scream twice, then all went silent in there."

The three hurried into the bedroom, and quickly began to search all over the room for signs of the small girl they loved dearly.

"Lenore? Lenore, are you in here?" Walker called out again, looking in the closet.

Gage stood in the doorway, thinking a moment, and noticed the phone was halfway under the bed. He entered the room, and lay down flat on his stomach to look under the bed. Once there, he gave a relieved sigh.

"Walker, you're not going to believe this," he said.

Walker got down on the floor at the foot of the bed then. His heart broke, when he saw his little girl lying there with her hands over her ears, and tears streaming down her small chubby face. The phone lay at her side, though the main part of it was sticking out from under the bed, a bullet hole in it.

Walker stretched his arm under the bed, and gently moved her one hand from her ear. "Honey? You okay?"

The child looked up at him, not saying a word as she slid out from under the bed. No sooner had she come out of her hiding spot, than had she flown into her father's arms and hugged him tight as she began to sob.

"Uncle Jimmy!" She wailed, not having had seen him yet. "Man got Uncle Jimmy!"

"No he didn't," Trivette piped up. "I took care of him."

She looked up, then, letting go of her father, flung herself into her Uncle's arms. She buried her face into his shoulder once he had picked her up; her arms were now tightly wrapped about his neck.

"Well, at least she's okay," Gage said, getting up himself, and looking at his friends. "Though, I can't say the same about the phone." He held up the demolished phone.

"Can't say the same about the other, either," Trivette told him, as Walker picked Simon up. "I'm just glad he only hit the phone. I just about had a severe heart attack when I saw him head in here with his gun. Don't think I've ever been more terrified in my life."

"I don't know how you do it, Walker," Gage said, as they headed down the stairs, for their cars and the girls. "If it'd been my kid who'd called me up tonight, I think I would've either freaked out, or fainted dead away on the spot."

"All I can say, is that it doesn't get any easier," Walker informed them, as the emerged from the building. "And I don't think it will either. There's always going to be somebody after our families, because they're mad we had them put away. But they forget how it feels to have a loved one taken from you, until it's too late to turn back and head in another direction."

"This is why, I'm never having kids," Gage verified.

"Oh, we'll just see about that," Sydney told him, as her and Alex reached them. "You're practically a kid yourself, Francis."

"Hey! Watch it Syd," Gage warned.

Alex hugged Walker, as she watched their daughter cling tightly to Trivette. "Is she okay?" She asked, noticing her husband had Simon in his hand.

"She's fine," Walker assured his worried wife. "She's just scared for her Uncle Jimmy."

Alex nodded, knowing he was right, as they all watched the small child cling desperately to her beloved uncle.

Once things were a bit calmer, they all headed home – Trivette going with Walker and Alex, upon their request. That, and the fact a certain child refused to let go of him anytime soon. As Trivette sat with the child, he had a feeling he'd be bunking with her that night, or none of them would be getting any rest.

Needless to say, he had been right.

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