A/N: Okay all this is all I am gonna write before Christmas, so I hope you enjoy it. Think of it as my christmas gift to everyone...a nice long-really long-chapter! Be safe have fun and hope you score tons of kick ass stuff! Happy Holidays! T-T-F-N! Ta Ta For Now!

-touchnotthecat

Chapter Eight

Amy walked along the cold Detroit street bracing herself against the cold.

She had woken up to find a note beside her bed in Bobby's scrawl saying that Jack, Angel and himself had gone to meet Jeremiah to investigate something or other.

After having a shower she had realized all the towels were in Bobby's room. When she dashed through to grab one an envelope fell out of the laundry basket. Once Amy was dressed she went back and looked at the envelope.

It had the address of the corner store in which Evelyn had been shot in on the front. It was only like three blocks away, and Amy didn't think it was fair to ask Bobby to take it. So she threw on her ski jacket and headed out.

When she reached the place she was surprised to find Bobby's beat up car beside Jerry's perfect Volvo. After looking around for a while she ran into the store.

"Hello," greeted the man behind the counter.

"Hi," She walked over leaning against the counter. "Um, I am not sure if you were expecting this or not but it was from Evelyn Mercer." She handed over the envelope. The man stared at it for a while.

"Ah, yes my wife made her a house coat, this must be for the cost, we tried to refuse but she wouldn't have it. She was a nice lady." Amy nodded uncomfortably. "Her sons were just here." That really grabbed her attention.

"All of them?" The man nodded.

"Yes, they wanted to see the surveillance footage of the night she was killed." Amy furrowed her brow.

"Where did they go?"

"Oh, they went across the road to the gym."

"Thank you." Amy left before the man had a chance to reply. Amy ran across the road. Why the hell would Bobby want to watch his mother die? This was getting increasingly fucked up.

As she threw her weight against the front door she soon realized this was a high school. She ran following the signs reading gym. She opened another door to the gail of shouts, curses and yells…and Bobby?

Jack was standing in front of her. She walked over to him and touched his arm gently. He jumped and looked at her. Before she could ask what was going on her attention was drawn to the middle of the basket ball court. Crap.

Bobby was standing in the middle of the court with Jeremiah waving around his pistol.

"Is he always like this around you guys?" She asked helplessly.

"Pretty much," As Bobby described a guy one of the students on the far side of the gym got up and started towards the door. Amy hit Jack's arm with the back of her hand gently.

"Look," She pointed to the kid and Jack took off after him. Amy went after him.

Amy sat in the freezing car leaning against Jack with Jeremiah on her other side.

"Come on man I have gymnastics'." Amy couldn't help but snicker at Jere's remark When he left they were only in silence for a little while until Jack said to everyone's surprise.

"There he is! There he is!" Bobby and Angel got out and Jack went out Angel's side. Amy went to get out Bobby's side but he pushed the chair back before she could.

"What are you doing?" She said aghast.

"You stay in the car." Before she could plead her case the car door was slammed in her face. She fell against the seat.

Amy dug into her pockets until she found a nail file. 'Oh yeah Amy, coming Detroit was an excellent idea, you fall for a guy in the most dysfunctional family in the world only to spend most of your time in a house with a crazy Spanish chick or in a freezing car...'

All of a sudden a black guy flew past her window. She looked out and she was right, a guy in sweat was lying on the ground about a block away from the car. Had he tried to commit suicide? If so he wasn't nearly high enough.

Then as if answering her unasked question Bobby, Angel, and Jack walked out of the building casually. They went over to the guy, stood looking at him for a while then started to walk away. They stopped, Jack continued to stare at the guy, and then went back over to him before coming back to the car.

"What was all that about?" Amy asked as soon as they were all in the car.

"Nothing you need to know about." And with that they pulled away from the building. A few moments they pulled in front of a restaurant called the Casino restaurant. They pulled around back and parked. Jack, Angel, and Bobby got out. Bobby turned and looked at Amy.

"Ya, I know stay in the car." He smiled the closed the door. Amy lay down on the back seat staring at the roof of the car. It had occurred to her that being a girl sitting in the back of an empty car was probably more dangerous in Detroit then going in with the guys but arguing with Bobby was just a waste of breath.

Her thoughts strayed back to Jack. She wondered if he thought about their kiss as much as she did. Did he get a sensation of intense passion when ever he was around her like she did when ever she was around him? Did she mean anything to him or was she just another girl to kiss.

No that isn't true, Amy had experience her far share of false kisses but her and Jack's certainly hadn't been one. Bang, Bang, Bang!

Amy sat up abruptly. Bobby and Angel were standing on either side of Jack who was holding a sawed of shot gun. Holy crap that's hot…illegal…but hot! They ran to the car and threw themselves in and took off.

"What the fuck?" Amy couldn't but exclaim. Jack turned to her and whispered in her ear.

"These are the guy that killed Evelyn." She gasped and then looked at Jack He looked straight ahead. Before she could say anything, what she wasn't sure, they slammed side ways into a parked car. Jack fell on top of her. He got up and pulled her back into a sitting position.

"Are you gonna get these guys before you kill us?" Jack yelled at Bobby.

"Sit back and put on your seat belt Jack!" Was all Bobby replied. Jack and Amy sat back and went to buckle up. Jack looked at Amy. She smiled weakly.

"There are none." They were distracted as two bullets flew through the windshield Amy couldn't help but squeal. Jack looked at her. She could defiantly flew a burning pain in her arm but she wasn't about to draw attention to her self. Bobby yelled at Jack he yelled back, the shouting match ended with Bobby yelling at Jack to sit down and shut up.

Angel leaned out the car and nearly fell out.

"Hold on!" Bobby yelled. Jacks arm shot out over Amy's body and rested on the seat. She did her best to secure herself but ended up throwing her weight against Jack's arm anyway. God he's strong!

Bobby tagged the other car with the front of their own twice then spun around and hit the other car with the side of his own making the other one flip.

"Holy shit!" Amy couldn't help but gasp as the car flipped. Jack, Bobby, and Angel jumped out of the car. Amy didn't have to be told to stay in the car even though she wanted nothing more than to be on terra ferma. Jack was actually the one who practically whispered "Stay here," She looked at him but he was already down the snowy street with Bobby and Angel.

Jack stopped and Bobby and Angel continued. Amy could barely see the flipped El Camino in the whirling snow. She jumped as two shots rang out. She could see Jack jump as well.

Jack, Bobby and Angel ran back to the car jumped in and they tore off back to the house. She looked at Jack because no one was staying anything. He had a distinct look of determination on his face. She looked at the floor of the car but was distracted by something on Jack's knee.

It was his left hand and it was shaking violently, it was amazing because other wise you wouldn't know he had just witnessed a murder. She looked at his face; he didn't even notice his own hand. Gingerly Amy raised her own then faltered. Maybe I should leave well enough alone…no. She gently put her hand on his he looked down at his knee then at her. She squeezed his hand reassuringly then looked out her own window not letting go of his hand.

Angel and Bobby disappeared into the kitchen when they arrived home. Jack headed upstairs, Amy hot on his heels. Jack looked quickly in Angel's room, why Amy didn't know but as soon as he had had a good long look he turned grabbed Amy pulled her against him and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as they slowly made their way into his room. Once the door was closed she pulled back and looked at him. "What's in Angel's room?"

"I was checking to make sure Sophie wasn't in there." Amy smiled, and then went back to kissing him. Slowly removing her arms from around his neck she quickly undid her jacket and dropped it on the floor. He grabber her upper arms and pain shot down her right one. She pulled back instinctively sucking air threw her teeth making a hissing sound.

Jack looked at her confused before looking at his own hand. There was a little blood on it but no cut. He looked at Amy's arm which was covered by the white sleeve of her blouse, which he noticed was unbuttoned provocatively low. Just under the shoulder was a red stain.

"Jesus Amy what happened?"

"Shhh!" She looked at her own arm. "I dunno I must have got clipped by on of the bullets that went through the car." She pulled the shoulder of her blouse down to reveal the small cut on her upper arm. Jack, trying not to notice the white of her bare shoulder and the obvious missing bra strap took her arm and gently lead her over to the bed.

"Just a sec," He left and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom and closed Amy's bedroom door in hopes that should someone see they would think she had gone to bed.

He went back to his own room and closed the door; he sat beside Amy and pulled out of the first aid kit hydrogen peroxide and some band aids. He carefully dabbed a cotton ball on the mouth of the hydrogen peroxide bottle and then rubbed it on Amy's arm.

From the sharp intake of breath Jack could tell it hurt. "Don't worry, almost done." He glanced at her. She was biting her lower lip. Jack swallowed hard trying his best to control himself. He went back to the cut putting on a band aid. He looked at her smiling. "All done, you were very brave, want a lollipop?" She laughed.

"No thanks." She smiled at him looking at her hands. She shrugged he blouse back on but didn't do up the buttons. He carefully put his hand on her cheek and lifted her face to his. Her eyes widened and she was shaking. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Slowly she snaked her hands up his chest and rested them on his neck Amy succumbed to the kiss.

Jack carefully, tenderly pushed his weight onto her pushing them both on to his bed. Stopping the kiss Amy looked at him with those big mesmerizing blue eyes "Lock the door." With out having to get up Jack reached and locked the door then went back to Amy.