A/N: I'm so sorry I've been gone so long. I had this whole issue with my computer (I won't go into it) anyways it's fixed now. I was looking at the fics on this site and I'm like, "Where's the KJ?" So to keep it alive, I had to post, lol. Thanks to my lovely reviewer, Kris. I really hope you haven't like abandoned me since I've been gone since like September. God, I feel horrible. Well, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah (a little bit late, sorry) Happy Kwanza, Happy Winter Solstice (yeah I have no idea when that is but I hope you had/have fun), and Happy Diwali (that's in November/October I'm pretty sure, but still…). Happy Holidays!!!!!!! I hope your holiday is as happy as mine. And just by the way, a review makes a great present, and I don't mind if it's a little bit late….

Kris: I feel so like virtuous now that I've saved your life, lol. Yeah don't worry about not making sense, I have the same problem lol. Thanks, I really liked that line too. I've always imagined Kel saying something like that. And as for naming the son Neal, I like to think that Kel sort of softened Joren up when she married/dated him, but maybe that's just me imagining things. If you're skeptical, maybe he and Neal became friends? Or at least non-enemies. Anyway, I'm rambling, but thank you so much for all your lovely reviews!!

And finally,

Chapter 11, Can I have an Advil??

(by the way, as someone pointed out, I use a lot of Americanisms, which is because I am, in fact, American. An advil is like a pill that you take for a headache. If you're still confused ask me in a review wink wink)

It only took Kel three minutes to dress and go through the door, because that's just the kind of person Kel was. As always, she left her kids with Yuki, apologizing for the lateness. She and Jana took off, speeding along their street. They were completely alone on the city streets, skipping lights as Kel muttered to herself about how bad a police officer she was. When they finally reached the Goddess Bless store, it was even worse than it had seemed before. The TPF had just arrived, and they were everywhere, swarming by the two or three people trapped underneath rafters.

Kel knew that by now, the real criminals had left. Now was the hard part—trying to figure out where they had gone. Jana shook Kel's shoulder after the woman had spaced out for a while.

"The men we saw on the TV—I've seen them before," said the younger woman. "When I was working at the Goddess Bless salon, they snuck in. It was hard to see where they went, but I remember they turned left from the hair salon on 5th. That would put them at due west."

Kel was wide-eyed, but not really surprised. It figured that all Stones would have amazing policing abilities.

"All right, let's go," she said. Jana, not excited about facing off with criminals, but excitement for seeing her brother filling her veins, climbed into the car.

It was ten minutes before they saw anything. Then a man who looked thoroughly intoxicated came up to them. "You got a death wish, man? Ain't no one go past that door, 'less you be dead or the chief."

Boredly Kel flashed her badge and climbed out of the car. Her hand fingering the door knob that the man had indicated, she glanced back at Jana. "You don't have to come, if you don't want to."

Jana shrugged. She followed Kel into the building. Jana was slightly surprised that Kel hadn't seemed worried at all about the man's comment that only the chief and dead people went through the door.

But Kel knew that Joren was alive. If he were ever murdered, it wouldn't be in a place like this. Not him.

The place was darkened, dim. Its windows were broken and there was broken glass on the floor. Just by looking at the rickety old stairs you could tell they would creak. There were beer bottles over grimy tables and bloodstains on the floor. It was enough that it would've made any normal person leave.

So obviously, Kel went right to work.

She climbed up the stairs with Jana behind her, wincing at each creak. Upstairs it was more of the same—beer bottles, broken glass, blood….

That was, until they saw Joren. He was sprawled on the floor, blood pooling from a cut on his leg. His eyes were shut but Kel knew he was awake. His breathing was irregular—he had lost too much blood. She rushed over to take his pulse.

"And who might you be?"

A/N:cliffie!!!!!review. I need advice—how do I make Kel save Joren without making him seem helpless??? Suggestions are appreciated. Is it too cliché? I was thinking so but I needed a cliffie-ish way to cut it off so that you would review.