A/N: School is back and C.J. isn't happy! No more time to write… :-( Well here it is. Enjoy.

The paramedic rose to his feet. Ms. Walsh remained on the floor, and held her face in her hands. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket, and placed it in front of Ms. Walsh.

"You'll need to give those photos to the investigators when they show up. We took some before we moved the body." He informed.

Ms. Walsh nodded slowly, but made no move to pick them up. The paramedic gave a final pat on Ms. Walsh's shoulder before walking with heavy steps out of the house.

Jude stared longingly into Caitlin's emerald irises. She squeezed his hands tightly, and a quick peck followed.

"Oh my gosh, my parents!" Caitlin suddenly exclaimed. "I wonder what they're doing right now… let's go back, Jude."

Jude's oceanic eyes shifted to the floor. His hands left Caitlin's and dug their way into his pockets. Caitlin frowned slightly as she lightly touched his cheek. Jude's eyes lifted to meet Caitlin's again. He smiled weakly, and then let his lips form a small frown.

"I don't want to go back down. Your pop might not be pleased with me… I swore at him." He mumbled softly.

Caitlin rubbed Jude's chest as she spoke. "It's ok. You had every right to be angry, even though he didn't know. Besides, you swore at me and I wasn't mad…"

Jude nodded. "So, he won't be mad if I go back down?"

"He shouldn't be, but maybe a quick sorry would make it easier?" She suggested.

"I guess… alright, let's do it dudette." Jude said with a hint of cheer.

Jude pulled his right hand out of the deep pocket and gripped Caitlin's soft hand as he made his way out of her room and down the spiral staircase with Caitlin at his side. Mr. Cooke's ears perked as he heard the sound of two sets of feet on the steps. His head did not turn to meet Caitlin and Jude.

"Daddy… Jude would like to say something to you." Caitlin informed.

Mr. Cooke's head cocked slightly. "I'm not interested in hearing anything that comes out of his foul mouth."

Jude's fist tightened. Caitlin rubbed his whitening knuckles with her thumb as she glared at her father.

"Daddy, please." Caitlin pleaded.

Mr. Cooke sighed. He stood up and faced the couple. His baggy eyes were squinted in annoyance and anger. Jude gulped as Caitlin squeezed his hand in re-assurance.

"Mr. Cooke…" Jude began, "I am sorry for what I said to you. However…"

Jude cleared his throat and blinked furiously to stop tear flow. Caitlin wrapped her arm around his lower back and rubbed up and down his ribcage with her hand. Jude choked on a sob and began again.

"However, I did have the right to be angry."

Jude's conclusion did not please Mr. Cooke. He crossed his arms as he made his way to in front of Jude. His baggy eyes stared down at the young man who cowered slightly.

"You had no right to speak to an elder that way. You damn teenagers and your disregard for the law…"

Caitlin cringed at her father's last few words. The image of Tricia's lifeless body plagued her mind. She shook the image out of her head. Jude could feel anger well up inside him at Mr. Cooke's words.

"Since when is it the law to respect an old guy?" He spat.

"How dare you! It isn't a written law, but surely you have been taught by you parents…"

"THERE'S THAT DAMN WORD AGAIN! Are you that dumb? I said they're in the morgue, I think some old shit like you should know what that word MEANS!" Jude screamed.

"Jude…" Caitlin whispered.

Jude pulled away from Caitlin and roughly pushed past Mr. Cooke. He grabbed his board that had been placed at the front door and hopped on it. The wheels screeched on the pavement and his right foot pounded acorss the ground as he rode away from the Cooke residence. Caitlin felt tears in her eyes as she went to run after him. A strong hand grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.

"Let me go daddy!" She wailed.

"He's a nobody, and he's not worth chasing. You don't need him." He growled.

"Yes I do daddy! Jude is special to me! Can't you see that?"

"Well he's worthless to me, and I always need to approve these boyfriends of yours. I don't want you near him." Mr. Cooke demanded.

"You are such a… a… an ASSHOLE! Can't you see his parents were killed tonight? All you care about is your respect bull crap and your high standards on people! Sometimes I wish I had a different father! I HATE YOU!"

Caitlin retreated to her room, slamming the door shut and locking it. Her muffled sobs escaped from her room and could be faintly heard down the stairs. Mrs. Cooke heard the ordeal and traced Caitlin's steps up the stairs; brushing past Mr. Cooke angrily. She tapped on Caitlin's door.

"Go away!"

Caitlin threw one of her many pillows at the door. It hit the door with a soft thud and fell to the carpeted floor. Mrs. Cooke rested her hand on the door handle and turned it slowly. The door popped open to reveal Caitlin curled up in the fetal position hugging an old stuffed bunny. Mrs. Cooke's face softened as she saw this. She sat on the edge of Caitlin's bed and rested a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"Mr. Fluffs. You only get him out if you're really upset or angry."

"Well right now I'm both! Why did you marry such an ass?" Caitlin yelled into her blanket.

Mrs. Cooke chuckled quietly, a slight hint of sadness to it. "I honestly don't know. Before his hair went slightly grey and his eyes didn't look like old teabags he was extremely handsome… and of course before he grew that ugly moustache."

Caitlin scoffed. "He's got nothing on Jude."

Mrs. Cooke squeezed Caitlin's shoulder softly. "You know, there is some lattice work below your window."

Caitlin sniffled. "Why bring that up?"

"You can climb down it and reach the ground safely." Mrs. Cooke answered.

Caitlin stared puzzlingly at her mother. "Yeah… so?"

"What happened to sneaking out at night? I thought that was what you teenagers did. Or am I falling behind in the times again?" She chuckled.

Caitlin's face lit up. "You mean…?"

Mrs. Cooke nodded. "Just let me leave the room first. I'm not supposed to know that you left, right?"

Caitlin giggled and got up from her bed. Mrs. Cooke smiled as she left her daughter alone in her room. The sounds of ruffling clothes and makeup things opening and closing signaled that Caitlin was indeed going to leave. Mrs. Cooke smiled and walked down the stairs. Mr. Cooke placed a hand in front of her.

"Did you knock some sense into her head?" He asked gruffly.

"Indeed I did. Now, if you'll excuse me…" She said as she moved to walk past him.

Mr. Cooke gripped her wrist and pulled her back. "What did you say to her?"

"It's a mother/daughter thing." She replied.

"Tell me what you said." He demanded, the grip tightening.

Mrs. Cooke struggled against her husband's hand. "Let me go and I'll tell you."

Mr. Cooke released his wife. She pulled back a few steps. He followed them.

"I told her that… that skater boys aren't worth her time. She needs a nice young man from this neighbourhood. One with class and charm." She lied.

Mr. Cooke smiled. "That's my girl."

Mrs. Cooke frowned and looked down and to the left. Mr. Cooke studied her face and saw guilt. He touched her chin lightly.

"What are you guilty about?" He asked.

"N-Nothing." She lied again.

Caitlin brushed out her hair quickly, aware of her cut. She pulled the baby blue spaghetti strap up onto her shoulders and opened up her window. Deep blue capris were snug on her hips as she swung her left leg over the windowsill. Flip-flops that matched her top were on her feet. Unlike all of the other times she has gotten ready, this time took her less than 4 minutes. She guided her legs out the window and onto the white, vine-covered work below. As she lowered them a step further, her feet slipped. She squealed loudly and grabbed the lattice hard with her hands. She dangled about 15 feet from the ground. As she struggled to get her feet back into place she could feel the wood snapping in her hands. A loud scream came from her throat as she crashed into the bushes below.

Mrs. Cooke had left her husband and was in the kitchen when she heard her daughter scream. Mr. Cooke was closer to the stairs and began to walk up them. Mrs. Cooke darted out of the kitchen and grabbed her husband's robe.

"Don't go! I'll go up!" She said frantically.

"Why can't I go up?" He asked, pulling out of his wife's grip.

"Mother/daughter! No dads! Go back downstairs, now!" She answered quickly.

"You've never had a problem with me checking up on my own daughter. What the hell is going on?" Mr. Cooke demanded.

Mrs. Cooke's thumbs twiddled as she stared down at the bottom stair. Mr. Cooke glared down at his wife, expecting an answer.

"Just… she's on her period." She lied, yet again.

He saw through the fib clearly. "She was on her period two weeks ago. Impossible. You are fucking lying to me!"

He reached for an antique plate that was mounted on the wall. Mrs. Cooke flinched as he slammed it against the wall. Shards of china scattered across the stairs and floor. Mr. Cooke breathed heavily as he dropped what remained of the dish.

"If I told you the truth… you would get much angrier…" She whispered softly.

Mr. Cooke sighed deeply and rubbed his fingers against his temples. He walked past his wife and into the den. She went to follow him, but he made a hand motion that stated he wanted to be alone. She reluctantly obeyed and went outside to see if her daughter was ok. She walked to the side of the large house and saw Caitlin brushing leaves out of her hair, grumbling under her breath. Mrs. Cooke pulled the last few bits of foliage out of Caitlin's hair and straightened it out for her. Caitlin smiled and ran past her mother; she was positive of where Jude had retreated. Mrs. Cooke waved goodbye and went back inside. Caitlin's flip-flops smacked the sidewalk as she ran through the dark streets. The sound of wheels scratching pavement and wood grinding on rails echoed in her ears. She shyly made her way up to a young man who had the same build as Jonesy, but was fair-skinned and had red, mid-length hair. He wore a black tank with jean cargos and red DC's. He looked Caitlin up and down with his deep brown eyes and grinned.

"Hey cutie, I'm Sean. What brings you here?" He chuckled.

"I'm looking for Jude." Her "auto-flirt pilot" was in the off position.

"Jude? Blonde beanie guy?"

Caitlin nodded in answer.

"He was here a while earlier, but he left. I saw him heading for the old bridge." He pointed in the general direction of the bridge. "He pulled this sweet Christ Air. He must've gone like…"

Caitlin interrupted him. "The… bridge! That's like… a zillion feet above the water! JUDE!"

She scampered away, running as fast as she could. Dean was left to scratch his head for several moments before hopping on his board and resuming his lines. Caitlin panted hard as she sprinted to the bridge. Sure enough, she saw Jude. He stood on the railing, staring down at the dark water, which lay approximately 50 feet below him. He ran his fingers through his thin, blonde hair and clenched them into fists. He bent his legs and jumped over the edge.

"JUUUDE!"

A/N: There's your Caitlin and Jude fill. Now stop bugging me. lol. I'd like to focus on WXOC. Oh, WXOC you ask? Well, if you wanna find out, you'll have to wait. Hmm... well this isn't my best chapter, but R&R anyway.