"What's going to happen to her, Jim?" He sighs and looks out the glass wall of his office at Ash, who sits on the bench outside.
"Mmm...Another foster home, I guess. Shame. She seems like a sweet girl." "She is," I pause and run my fingers through my hair. Outside, Ash plays with her necklace, looking scared and vulnerable.
"So are you taking her over to CPS for the night?"
"I think so." "She's been through so much. Is there anywhere else she can go?"
"According to CPS, mom ditched her and her father was never in the picture. She really doesn't have any family we can send her to."
"She could stay with me for the night," Brass looks up from the papers he's been flipping through in surprise.
"DA would have a field day, Greg." "Morgan just wrapped up a case. She could take my place. No conflict of interest," He sighs.
"I'm going to regret this. I'll go work it out with CPS," I grin and glance out at Ash, who waves.
"Thank you, Jim." He sighs again and I jump out of my chair and walk over to the bench where she sits. "You were really good in there, Ash. I know it couldn't have been easy for you. Hey, I have some candy stashed away in the break room. Want some?"
"Do you have chocolate?" I dramatically roll my eyes.
"What a question. Not only do I have chocolate, I have chocolate from three different continents."
"In that case, show me to the break room."