Hyde walked into the station with Angie, muttering under his breath.
"Can't freaking believe I'm trusting the damn police, man..."
"Because they arrested you before?" asked a voice from behind him.
Hyde turned around sharply. "Fez?"
Fez waved. "Sugar Daddy?" he offered, pulling one out of his pocket.
"Uh... maybe later... what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Kelso to get off shift so he can take me for ice-cream."
"And that, that is exactly why I don't trust cops. They'll hire Kelso. They'll give a gun to Kelso. Clearly they aren't playing with a full deck."
"Cadet Kelso hasn't graduated past Pepper Spray yet." said a very large Sergeant behind him.
"You let him touch a flare gun, dude." Hyde reminded.
The Sergeant ran a hand over his face. "Just... what the hell do you want?"
"One of your artist dudes to take a sketch from her description." Hyde said. "She knows who kidnapped my girlfriend. Name and all."
The Sergeant's eyebrows went up to his non-existent hairline. "Come this way, Miss..."
W.B. came barreling into the police station about then, walking over to Hyde. "Okay, Mrs. Foreman called me- and that woman sounded like twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. What the hell is going on?" he demanded.
"Daddy!" Angie said, rushing to his arms.
"No, no, no!" Hyde said, pushing her back. "Go with the cop and tell them what this guy looks like so they can find him, 'cause I don't know how to!"
W.B. looked between his children. "What am I missing here? Why would Angie know what the guy looks like? Honey, did you witness the kidnapping and were afraid to tell the police?"
Angie shook her head. "Of course not, Daddy! I would've told!"
"No, you wouldn't have!" Hyde shot back. "It took you this long to admit your part in it!"
"I didn't want this to happen- I had no clue this would happen when I paid him to flirt with her! I was just mad at you both and thought a fight between you would even the score."
"Angela Clorinda Barnett!" W.B. exclaimed, shocked.
"Clorinda? Seriously?" Fez asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"It was her grandmother's n- it doesn't matter!" W.B. huffed.
Angie started to cry. "I didn't know this would happen, I swear it!" she sobbed.
W.B. melted; he never could stand to see his little girl cry...
"Oh, I know that, Angie..." he sighed, putting his arms around her, albeit a bit awkwardly. "But, you have to know what you did was wrong."
"I do... but honest, I only paid him to flirt with her once, and then I paid him again to leave them alone 'cause I felt guilty- and didn't wanna get caught."
W.B. sighed.
"If you had just 'fessed up to me, I could've taken care of it." Hyde growled at her.
"You would've been mad..." Angie hedged.
"Mad? Hell yes I would've been mad! I would've been over the freakin' moon pissed, like I am now! But, I would've gotten over it- if Jackie's not okay, I won't, I promise you that. Now, stop wasting time and fishing for sympathy you don't deserve, and go tell them how to find this son of a bitch." he spat.
W.B., unsure of what to do, patted his son on the arm, and kept his other arm around his daughter, leading her to the sketch artist...