A/N: Okay so this chapter takes place about five months after chapter two, just clearing up any confusion. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

From that night when Bobby saved Amy from her attacker they were friends…almost like brother and sister. They could crash at each other's places. If Amy need help getting rid of a guy who just didn't understand no she would call Bobby. If Bobby couldn't get rid of a woman Amy would come up to his place give him a hug and say "Hi Dad," that always worked. She would lie to Bobby's parole officer and Bobby would lie to Amy's social worker and for the first time in Amy's life she felt someone was watching out for her, someone might actually care.

Amy was having trouble getting her latest government care check from Marcus and Bobby was going to talk to him in the morning. She was sitting with Bobby in his apartment eating Chinese food he had bought her. His phone rang and she instinctively picked it up.

"Yeah, Bobby's phone," She said brightly, Bobby didn't look up from his Mooshu Pork.

"Yeah…uh…is he there?" The voice was really quiet, male…it almost sounded chocked up.

"Can I ask who is calling?" Amy leaned quickly that you never handed Bobby a phone without first knowing who was on the other end.

"Yeah it's Jerry, his brother."

"Oh, yeah sure, here he is." Amy handed Bobby the phone mouthing, 'It's Jere,' He took the phone and got up and went over to the counter separating the kitchen from the living room.

Amy had heard of Bobby's three adopted brother Jeremiah, Angel and Jack or as Bobby referred to him Cracker Jack even though she had never meet any of them. Amy knew they were really close. She had met his mother when Bobby flew her out a few months ago for Easter. Evelyn was really nice and said she was glad one of her sons had adopted (A/I: pardon the pun…oh god that was a pathetic pun...lol!) her love of adoption.

"Yo, Jere, where do you get off not talking to your big brother for so long?" Amy went back to her wonton soup. Bobby's voice went really quiet…Bobby was never quiet. Amy looked up.

"Yeah, yeah…I'll be there. Kay, bye." He hung up. His back was facing Amy so she couldn't see his face. His hands went to the edge of the counter she could see they were shaking. She got up quickly and headed over to him.

"Bobby," She carefully put her hand on his shoulder. His head was down. "What's up?" He roughly wiped away tears that were never given the chance to fall.

"My mom was killed." Amy gasped. Bobby turned and went to his room.

Amy was freaking out. How did you comfort a guy like Bobby? He was always a pillar of strength. Her pillar of strength, but now it was her turn, she had to help him.

She made a cup of coffee and headed to his room. She knocked on the door and it opened. "Bobby?" He was throwing clothes into a duffle bag. "What are you doing?"

"I am packing; I am leaving for Detroit tomorrow." She stood in the door.

"M'kay, I only have to get my bathroom stuff outta the spare room and then I will be ready." Bobby looked at her, it was obvious he had been crying but Amy didn't bring attention to it.

"The fuck you're coming!" She looked at him.

"Yes I am."

"No, Detroit isn't safe."

"So? South side LA ain't exactly little house on the Prairie either!" He glared at her taking a deep breath. It was obvious that Bobby didn't plan to make the long drive over to Detroit for a funeral alone, he was plotting something and Amy wasn't about to let him run head first into the most dangerous city on the east coast with some hair brained scheme, at least not alone. She walked over and put her hands on his shoulders. "I am coming with you, hell I have no where else to go." He smiled.

"Fine, you and Jack can braid each other's hair."

Bobby looked over at Amy she was asleep with her forehead on the fogged up window as they entered Detroit. He didn't like bringing her but she had a point. She didn't have any where else to go. Bobby wouldn't have had time to put Marcus in his place so she came along.

She did have a habit of hooking up with not exactly model citizens and if she was with him Bobby could keep his eye on her. 'Fuck, ma you see what you made me?' Bobby thought glancing at the sky.

Amy woke up as Bobby parked the car at the cemetery. She glanced out over the cold park with its eerie monuments to death. Amy hated cometary's. When she was ten she lived with a widow with a cemetery across the road. Amy's bedroom window looked out over it. It reminded her where her father was…dead.

She shivered. Bobby looked at her.

"You cold? I told you to wear jeans!" She looked at him.

"Bobby, I am not going casual to your mother's funeral." He shrugged.

"Fine freeze then." Amy got out of the car. She was wearing a black pleated skirt with black tights and a turtle neck sweater and long black over coat with matching gloves and scarf.

Nervousness filled her as Bobby led her over to the church, his brothers came closer. Jeremiah looked nice, calm, smart exactly how Bobby described him. Jack was who surprised her. Bobby had described him as a twerp. The six foot one, maybe two, frame definitely shot Bobby's description to the ground. He had the best hair Amy had ever seen, not to mention great bone structure…that has to be the straightest nose known to man!

"Jere, Jack." Bobby said there names as he hugged them. They looked at Amy not helping her nervousness. "This is Amy."

"Hi Amy, glad to finally meet you." Jere said, she went to shake his hand but he hugged her instead.

"Hi," She said surprise still washing over her. Once Jere pulled back it was Jack's turn. Is he gonna hug me? I wouldn't mind all that much if he did. He probably wouldn't take well to a girl would flirt with him at his mothers funeral.

"Hi," God, that voice is deep; it is enough to make a person go weak in the knees.

"Hi nice to meet you." That is an understatement. Jack settled for shaking hands. God he has big hands…big hands mean big feet…big feet mean…NO! Snap out of it! You're at his mother's funeral! Jesus what's wrong with you?

"You okay? You suddenly went quiet…and paler than usual." Amy attention was snapped from the gorgeous guy in front of her back to Bobby.

"Yeah, fine." She wouldn't be if she had to be around Jack any longer though.

A/N: Okay to clear up any confusion, Bobby didn't adopt Amy just took her under his wing so to speak…please review!