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"Hi." Joe said as he put his head into one of the offices in the building his dad worked in.
He had long woken up and snuck out of his dad's office due to boredom. He started exploring the police station, and the thing that captured his attention was an office just for one person when everyone else had to share.
When Chief Ezra Collig heard the soft voice near his door, he rose his head up from the paper work he was writing up. A look of surprise was on his face.
"Well hello. Now who might you be?" Ezra asked as he got up from his desk to kneel down to boy's level.
"I'm Joey. I'm this many years old." Joey said as he put up three fingers.
"I'm Ezra Collig, but you can call me Ezra." Ezra said as he pulled Joey into his lap. "Now where did you come from? I bet your mommy and daddy are worried about you wondering off."
"My mommy is with Frwankie at the zoo and daddy brought me to the beach as a surprise, but now he has to help Uncle Stham with Vestagator work." Joey said as Ezra chuckled.
"So you're Fenton's boy eh?" Ezra said as Joey nodded his head vigorously.
"That's my daddy's name!" Joey said excitedly.
"I guess you're Joseph then. I've heard lots about you. Your daddy is a very good man. He's one of the best you know." Ezra said with a wink.
Ezra looked up when he heard footsteps quickly running his way.
"Hi Daddy!" Joey said in an enthusiastic voice.
"Oh thank god." Fenton said worriedly as he saw Joey with Chief Collig. "I'm sorry he was bothering you Ezra. I just looked away for one minute and he was gone." He said in a rambling sort of tone.
"It's quite all right Hardy. It was a pleasure meeting this young 'un here. Spunky little kid isn't he?" Ezra said with a laugh.
"Come on Joey. I still have a little paperwork to do, but it won't be much longer, and then we can leave." Fenton said as he put out a hand to his youngest son who looked a little sad.
Ezra looked at Joey and then at Fenton and got an idea.
"Fenton, why don't I watch over Joey until you finish up? I don't have much to do anyways." Ezra said at Fenton who looked uncertain about the idea.
"I don't want to bother you Ezra…" Fenton said as Ezra shook his head.
"You just don't worry. He reminds me of my grandson, but he lives all the way in California. It'll be nice to have… someone young around for a change." Ezra said in a grandfatherly way.
Fenton never knew this side of Ezra. It was only going to be a short while. What could go wrong anyways?
"Well… okay." Fenton said in a rush. "Baby, Daddy is going to be back soon okay. If you need me, I'm just down the hall. Be good for Chief Collig okay?" Fenton said as he kneeled down to Joey's level before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Okay Daddy." Joey said kissed his Daddy on the cheek and waved good bye to him.
"So Joey, I happen to have something really super neat to show you." Ezra said in a mysterious voice.
He felt happy when he saw the delighted look on the boy's face.
"Really! What is it?" Joey asked in an excited tone.
Ezra picked the light 3 year old into his arms before walking towards his desk where he sat down in his chair. He turned towards his left, opening his bottom drawer.
"Wow! Race Cars!" Joey said with wide eyes.
Joey couldn't believe how many race cars were in the drawer. To him, it seemed like there were hundreds and hundreds of them.
"You like them?" Ezra asked which Joey nodded vigorously.
The two soon started to go through the collection of race cars which was one of Ezra's hobbies. Whenever he was bored or needed a short break, he would take them out to look at them. The collection consisted of large toy cars, medium toy cars, and the match box sort of cars. Ezra showed Joey all the different kinds and they had fun racing them.
Ezra thought that it was nice that his collection was actually being played with by a child now. He'd had it for so long as a collection, but he'd never much but took pride in looking at them.
"Why's there a police car in here?" Joey asked as he picked up a match box sized police car that looked like it had its fair share of play time in its lifetime.
Joey spun it around in his hands while examining it. He loved looking at cars. He loved it mainly because on days when his daddy wasn't busy, he would get to watch him fix their cars. On hot days, they would both wash the cars and he would get to sit inside the car as he sprayed the water at the windows.
"Oh this little thing?" Ezra said with a chuckle. "Someone gave this to me a long time ago."
"Why?" Joey asked with a child's curiosity.
"Well… a long time ago when I was a couple years younger than your daddy, I wanted to be a cop really bad but I had something missing." Ezra said when he saw the confusion on the boy's face but he was listening intently while playing with the car.
"We're you missing the car?" Joey asked which made Ezra laugh.
Joey didn't know what was so funny.
"No. I was missing bravery." Ezra said.
"Bayvery… Is that when you're not scared?" Joey said with his head tilted slightly, looking in deep concentration at Ezra.
"It's bra-very."
"Bway-very" Joey repeated slowly.
"And yes, that's what bravery mainly means." Ezra said. "You see, I was in a bad, bad place where people weren't always very nice to one another. There was only one nice person there, and that person was a retired policeman."
"He was tired?" Joey asked which made Ezra laugh again.
Ezra couldn't help it, the boy had so many questions, but he was so adorable about it.
"No, re-tired. That means he thought it was time that he stopped working because he was getting older." Ezra said and it seemed to satisfy the toddler.
"Well he told me that sometimes the most bravest things to do are to do what you think is right and then even though you are scared, it's okay to be." Ezra said enjoying the attention he was getting. "Well there was this really mean policeman in charge and he was being really mean to everyone. He was yelling at this man because he was sick and couldn't go to work. I finally decided to be brave and I talked to the policeman and every since then, the policeman never yelled at anyone again." Ezra failed to mention there were some adult words mixed in their exchange of opinions. "The man who gave me his car taught me about being brave and that's why I have this one police car."
"I want to be bwayve too!" Joey said with a wide smile on his face.
Ezra thought for a second, and then he knew what he wanted to do. Putting his hand on top of Joey's hands which held the small police car, Ezra did something that would have been really hard to do, but then it wasn't.
"Joseph, I want you to have this car." Ezra said softly with all his heart.
Ezra knew it was time to give the car away. It was its time to go to someone else who'd need it more than he'd ever need it since he was growing old and Joseph was just beginning his.
"Really?" Joey said in astonishment.
"Yes, really. I want you to keep this and whenever you're scared or if there's something really hard you have to do when you grow up, know that it's okay to be scared. Be brave okay?" Ezra said which Joey nodded.
"Thank you… Uncle Ezwa." Joey said with a smile on his face as he looked up at his new friend. "Can we go see the police station?" He said as his attitude changed all of a sudden.
"Well it is about time I go see how everybody is doing. You can be my little motivator." Ezra said when Joey smiled but then puzzled.
"What's a motifgator?" Joey said but frowned when Ezra started laughing really loudly.
"I'm sorry." Ezra said as he calmed down. "Its motivator, and that means you get to help people work better by telling them they are doing a good job if they are doing a good job."
"Oh… okay." Joey said as Ezra stood up.
Joey put the toy police car in the pocket of his trunks before taking Ezra's hand.
They both walked around the office and instead of working harder, everyone was distracted by the blond headed boy's obvious charm as he quickly softened even the hardest of the police officers. There weren't many people left in the police station since over half the staff was out patrolling their designated areas of the city.
"And that's how cotton candy is made." Zack, one of the department's youngest staff said.
"So cotton candy is really a cloud?" Joe asked as he looked up at the police officer.
Everyone who was around listening was giggling at the absurd ideas that Zack was telling the young boy.
"If astro-knots go to the sky, will the spaceship get sticky?" Joey asked which gave the room an uproar of laughter, but he didn't understand what was so funny.
"No, because they wait until there are no clouds before they fly up." Zack said with a mysterious wink to the boy.
The answer seemed to satisfy Joey though who thought it made complete sense since a grown up was telling him this.
Suddenly the police doors got thrown open as a police officer tried to get a crazy man about 5"10, about 35 with bright silver hair into the station. Two more officers saw the struggle that the other three officers were having and came to their aid.
"I saw this freak try to break into the coffee shop across the street. He says his name is Bullethead." The cop who brought in the guy grunted.
"I am not a FREAK!" Bullethead said as he somehow got superhuman strength, throwing the three cops away from him but before he did, he grabbed the nearest cop's gun. "Nobody MOVE!"
Everybody in the room froze in fear that someone was going to get hurt.
"Put all your guns down." Bullethead said in a menacing voice, daring anyone to come between him and leaving.
He picked up another gun from the cop to his right, now armed with two weapons.
Zack quickly pushed Joey behind him and silently guided him under his desk.
"What are you doing?" The crazy man shouted as he shot the Zack in the leg.
Zack scream in pain as he clutched his left thigh in agony.
"Now what are you hiding." Bullethead said angrily as he stepped on the wound.
Zack scream in again before shaking his head.
"Not.. hiding anyone…" Zack managed to say as he tried to gasp for air.
"Anyone?" Bullethead said in curious voice.
He took his foot away from Zack's thigh and threw the young man aside which an elder female officer automatically pulled towards her to try to ease his pain.
Bullethead looked under Zack's desk where he swore he saw the man push something small under, but there was no one.
"Okay, I just want you pigs to know if anyone leaves this place after I leave, you're all dead!" Bullethead said as he headed towards the door, but no sooner had he said those words, he heard sirens heading his way. "Oh shit!" He said as he ducked away from the doors.
Suddenly, he got very angry.
"Who did it… who called the POLICE?" Bullethead yelled savagely as he shot up at the ceiling.
Everyone screamed and tried to duck away from the shards of ceiling and electrical sparks that was falling on them.
Fenton swallowed as he hid inside his office. He could hear everything that was going on outside and hoped everyone was okay. He was the one who had alarmed the police. He was full of worry. Where was his son?
AN: Okay, that's another end of another chapter. I continued it since a got some positive feedback :) Hope you like the story so far.. And hoping for some constructive critism :)
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