Sorry I had not been around in a while to update this story lately but between computer problems and time management problems then not being inspired to do so.

But I'm back. Even though my computer problems are on going. And with the holidays approaching quickly I'm going to have even less time. But I'll try my best.

Not only have I been working on this story but on a few of my others. Which would thrill me if those reading would take the time to check out and review those as well, but no pressure.

Hey if anyone can tell me the name and artist of the song I mention in this chapter I'll give them an honorable mention in the next chapter!

So without further waiting on with the chapter!

CHANCES

(A Tru calling / WB's Tarzan crossover.)

Chapter 3:

Tru and Nicki were sitting in Tru's usual dinner having lunch. In the background the cook's radio was playing a slow paced song. Nicki who had stopped talking because she was listening to the song; turned and looked at Tru and mentioned how the song reminded her of her sister.

Tru stopped and listened to the words of the song that flowed over the noise of the lunch crowd. The heart wrenchingly sad lyrics of having to deal with the consequences of poorly made choices really touched her.

"So, your sister been through a hard time?" Tru asked. "Yeah, a few moths ago a co-worker of her that she had been close with died on the job. Since then she been going through a lot of personal stuff." Answered Nicki. "Really?" Asked Tru. "Yeah, but I rather not go into it." Nicki answered.

Feeling a change of subject was needed Tru asked, "What does your sister do for a living?" Tru already knew the answer to this question, but had to ask to keep up appearances. "She is part of the NYPD." Answered Nicki. "So, she a cop?" Tru commented. "Yeah, she always been into rules and regulations and order and stuff like that." Commented Nicki.

Tru was about to say something when she heard a cell ring. Both girls checked their phones. Then Tru said, "It's mine." She answered the phone to be greeted with Davis's voice on the other end. 'I'll just be a minute."

She got up from the table so her conversation could not be heard. "So, Davis what have you got?" Tru asked her boss and confidante. "Well, she is a sophomore at NYU. She works at a bookstore in the village. She has a sister named Jane..." "Who is a cop." Interrupted Tru. "She Just told me that. What else you got?" Asked Tru. "O! Well, she still has an undeclared major." Said Davis. He went on for about 5 to 10 minutes about details and specific information on Nicki Porter, the latest in a string of people to ask for Tru's special kind of help.

Than suddenly there was a loud crash on Davis's end of the line. "Davis, what was that?" Tru asked somewhat alarmed. Davis stood up from his computer and looked out of his office window into the main room just in time to see Harrison fly backwards into the room as if he had been thrown really hard. "What is going on Davis?" Tru asked again. "A, Tru I'll call you right back! Something just came up." Said Davis really quickly then hung up before Tru had the chance to respond. Leaving Tru completely confused.

Davis walked out of his office to see what was going on and he then saw 3 people enter the room. There was a tall, thin, man in a clean, pressed suit with a very short haircut. There was also a woman with long wavy red hair, and slender build. And a second man with long messy blonde hair. Dressed in T-shirt and khaki cargo pants, but was completely barefoot.

Davis then quickly looked to his right and saw Harrison lying on the floor on his back about 2 or 3 feet away from the blonde guy. "What's going on here?" asked Davis as he looked back at the trio of people, then again at Harrison. "They are looking for Tru." Said Harrison between groans of pain from attempting to get off the floor and back on his feet.

Davis looked back at the crowd and then asked, "Who are you? How can I help you?" The Red headed woman stepped forward and said, "I'm detective Jane Porter. This is my partner detective Sam Sullivan, and this is John Clayton." As she motioned to the guy in the crisp suit, then to the blonde.

Davis's eyes grew wide when he heard the woman say her name was Porter knowing that was the same last name of the girl tru was currently trying to save. It didn't take long for him to put the pieces together and figure out this was the sister that he was just telling Tru about.

Davis tried to cover his momentarily shocked expression that he was sure had registered on his face. "I'm Davis. I'm in charge here. What can I help you with?" He said. He saw that he had gotten a few strange looks right before he introduced himself.

"Well you could help us locate a Miss Tru Davies." Said Jane. "We know from Mr. Davies here that she works here." She had continued on to say. Davis turned and gave Harrison a hard glare. Then turned back to answer the detective. Before he started to speak he noticed the blonde guy was no longer behind the 2 detectives. "Yes, Miss Davies works here but she not here right now. She doesn't arrive to later on tonight. May I ask what you want with her?" Davis asked.

"Well we found this fool following us around about an hour ago. And when questioned about it he said that his sister asked him to." Said Sam. "What we are looking for is a why." Said Jane. Putting on his most professional stone face Davis then proceeded to tell the detectives, "I have no idea where Miss Davies is right now. I don't keep track of my employee's personal time." After his answer the room fell silent for a few minutes.

What finally broke it was the sound of a short shuffle by the inner office's second doorway, followed by the squeak of the hinges from someone exiting through the morgue's main door. They all turned just in time to see a blur of gold move through the door and out of sight.

Jane suddenly turned to Sam and asked, "Where is John?" She sounded a bit alarmed and worried. Sam quickly looked around some then said in a somewhat worried tone, "I don't know, and that's never a good thing. Last I saw him he wandered in to that back office." Davis visibly paled, as he remembered that he had left the information he pulled up for Tru was still on the screen. He hadn't had the chance to minimize it off the screen, with all the commotion that happened a few minutes ago.

"Harrison did you see where the guy went?" Asked Davis. "Yeah, he was back there looking at something then he grabbed a scarf off the chair and left. It was the scarf I gave my sister for her birthday last month." Answered Harrison. "Why didn't you say something?" asked Jane as Sam walked unnoticed into the other room. "Hey! After what happened this morning I'm not about to get in his way!" Said Harrison. Both Jane and Davis just looked at Harrison as if he had just grown another head. "What? Your Not the one that got thrown against a brick wall, then thrown threw a door. I was! It's not as fun as it sounds." Said an exasperated Harrison.

Just then they heard a shout from the other office. "Hey, Jane look at this." Came Sam's voice. As she headed passed Davis to enter the office behind him Davis meanwhile turned as pale as his pristine lab coat. "What?" Asked Harrison. In a hushed and rushed tone Davis said, "Jane is the sister of the girl Tru is trying to help today. And in the commotion of your entrance I didn't get to take her information off the computer, cause I was talking to your sister when you got here." Davis then turned and rushed into the office behind him. Leaving in his wake a very shocked Harrison, standing there with mouth open.

Both Davis and Harrison arrived in the room just in time to see Jane reading the computer screen, with eyes as wide as dinner plates, displaying her shock. "Well this would explain why your boy rushed out of here. He saw that picture and must of thought she was in trouble." Said Sam. Jane looked up and locked her eyes on Davis, and said, "Why do you have my sister's DMV file?" Sam put his hand on her shoulder to get her attention. Look you go deal with your boy and finding your sister. I'll deal with finding out the answers here." Said Sam. "O.K." she said with an unsure tone. Then with that she ran out the office, and then out through the main door out of sight.

Sam then looked up at both Davis and Harrison and said sternly but not quite crossing the boarder of shouting, "O.K.! I want answers and I want them now! And don't give me those innocent looks cause I know something is going on here now spill it!"

"Spill what?" asked Davis unfaltering. "Well, you could start with why you got all this Information on Jane's sister?" Again the 2 other guys in the room stonewalled him. "Now look! Somebody better say something cause it could be in Miss Davies best interests." Said Sam.

He was getting a little frustrated at the fact that he wasn't getting any answers. A look of concern suddenly spread across Harrison's face. He then asked, "What do you mean in my sister's best interests?" "Well, you saw the blonde guy that was here, well he's not the most stable of people. He is also very protective of Jane, so if he thinks your sister is going to cause harm or be a threat to her in any way there is no telling what could happen." Said Sam in all seriousness.

Davis stood there concerned but silent. Harrison looked at him and said, "Davis tell him!" Davis shook his head still not sure if he should break his silence. With that Harrison got very upset. "Davis tell him! If you don't I will!" He shouted.

"Tru is always the one to try to protect me and look over me, even before all of this started. This is one of the few chances I have to protect my sister, and I'm not going to screw this up like I have everything else." Harrison said more calmly, but still in a emotional tone of voice. Davis looked at him stunned at his resolve.

"Tru looks to us when she needs help doing what she does, and I just strongly feel in my gut that in this case this is the best way to help her." Harrison said almost pleadingly.

Davis looked at him then said, "even if we did tell him he won't believe us." Tell me what? I'm an opened minded kind of guy, so what the hell is going on here?" Asked Sam. Knowing there was no way of getting out of telling the detective now, Davis took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

"O.k. You're going to have to sit down for this." Said Davis as he motioned to the couch near the back of the office. So as Sam walked over to the couch and sat down both Davis and Harrison pulled over some chairs and sat down.

"O.K. I'm going to try my best to explain this." Said Davis as he took another deep breath and sighed again. "When it comes to some lines of work they say for that person it's not just a job it's a calling. For example why did you become a cop?" Davis asked Sam. "Because I wanted to help people." Answered Sam. "Well so does Tru. She was Pre-med. in college." Said Harrison. "Then how did she end up here?" asked Sam. "Well, to be honest, that calling to help people was so strong that it lead her here." Explained Davis.

"To the morgue? Aren't the people here beyond help by the time they get here?" Sam asked confused. "Well that's where the unbelievable part comes in." Commented Harrison. "Well, see this is the wrongful death section of the morgue. Technically all those who are brought here should still be alive." Said Davis. Sam sat in silent thought for a moment then asked, "where are you going with all this?"

"What I am leading to is this, Tru has the special talent to hear the pleads for help that nobody else can." Answered Davis. Sam sat there confused as ever. Then after a few minutes asked, "What does that mean?" "Well, as simply stated as possible that means, it is those who are brought here who ask for Tru's help.

Then she is instantly given the chance to re-live the day. Thus having the opportunity to save that person's life. She is the only one who remembers what happened during the first run of the day." Said Davis.

Both him and Harrison wait for his reaction. After about 10 to 15 minutes Sam looks at both men and states," That's crazy! No way is that even possible!" says Sam astounded. "I thought, and said the same exact thing when she first told me, but it is true." Said Harrison.

"Look I know it goes against all scientific reason but I know it's true because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't! Her mother could do the same thing she can, and she saved my life because of it." Exclaimed Davis.

Sam's eyes grew wide in shock. "That's how I knew where you were this morning, because originally I met Tru there for breakfast. But this time she called me and told me that she needed me to help her by keeping track of the red haired woman." Said Harrison

"So, Just for sake of argument we say she can do what you say, how does that explain what you're doing with Jane's sister Nicki's DMV file?" Asked Sam still feeling the most confused he ever felt in his whole life.

When he looked at the 2 men before him, neither one could look him in the eye. It only took him a few minutes to put together for himself. 'O!" Said Sam, as all the life seemed to drain from his face.

"So that means..." He trailed off not wanting to or being able to finish his statement. "Yes, that means that it was Nicki who asked for Tru's help. And that means unless tru can prevent it Nicki Porter will die today." Said Davis solemnly.