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Chapter 3:

The ride to the hospital was silent. She tried to get Shawn's mind off the recent occurrences, but nothing would cheer up this kid. She didn't blame him either.

The aunt was rather emotional when she first saw Shawn. Riley had seen so many cases like this before. Losing someone usually brought families closer together. Which was rather ironic since Riley was always working and never saw hers. Everyday she'd come home to multiple messages on her answering machine from her mother begging her to visit. Riley wouldn't stop working though, she felt she had too.

Pondering her mother put Riley into a daze as Shawn and his aunt stood hugging next to her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her mother or been hugged for that matter. She hadn't realized how much time she'd been spending working, but then again, she didn't have much time to think about it.

Riley made sure to get Shawn's clothes before she let him leave with his aunt. He was still unsure of why his parents weren't picking him up, but she was going to let his aunt handle those questions.

As she was walking out, she was going over her notes from the evening. She had to plan out what she needed to do tomorrow whenever it was that she got up. She was so engrossed with her notes, she didn't notice Greg walking towards her and walked right in to him.

"Hey!" Greg yelled.

"Oh, sorry," Riley said, looking up. Then, when she saw it was Greg she added, "We really have to find a different way to say hello."

Greg let out a chuckle. So she does have a sense of humor, he thought.

''Everything go okay?'' Greg asked. Riley nodded handing him the clothes.

''Shawn is now safely with his aunt'' she smiled. "He said to make sure and remind you that you promised him a new shirt?''

Greg laughed. "That I did."

"Well, make sure you do. The kid doesn't need anymore disappoints," she replied and then left.

Greg was standing there, bewildered. He didn't understand the sudden change in Riley's demeanor.

Riley didn't even give her exit a second thought. Although she worked with people on a daily basis, relating to them personally was something she had never gotten the hang of. She found it easier to interview them then have a dinner conversation with them. Perhaps it's the reason she hadn't had a date in almost a year. It was either that or the fact she hadn't had more than 24 consecutive hours off in the last year.

Greg mocked Riley's tone all the way back to his car.

''The kid doesn't need any more disappoints'' he said in a tone nothing like Riley's as he started his car. ''Well, you ain't no Susie homemaker hunny.''

That's when Greg's phone rang. "Hello," he answered rather harsh.

"Whoa, Greggo, calm down," Nick's voice could be heard on the other end. "Did you get the clothes?"

"Yea...that crazy bitch" Greg replied.

''Who's that?'' Nick asked in confusion. ''The aunt?''

''No…the Child Services lady, Riley,'' Greg responded annunciating her name rudely.

"She looked kinda cute," Nick replied.

"Cute she was, friendly, she was not," Greg informed him.

"Oh well, that's they way it goes," Nick sounded a little disappointed.

"Well, I'll be back shortly. I'm on my way," Greg hung up the phone. Definitely not friendly, he thought.

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