A/N

Previously:

He put his hands on her hips, pulled her towards him and kissed her. They didn't notice Ed walking back in. He stood there for a second, thinking what to do before he cleared his throat. Zoë jumped backwards, bright red. Greg stepped back and put his shirt on.

"Forgot my phone. Pretend I'm not here." He grabbed it from the bench and walked away. "Carry on." He faintly heard Zoë yell 'jackass' and smiled to himself.

…

"Serge, you have to get me out of here fast." Zoë said through her com.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Donna answered.

"I don't know how long I can keep myself from killing this son of a bitch."

-Four hours earlier-

Zoë woke up and checked what day it was. Friday, maybe she would drop by the bar today. Talk to her friends for a little bit. She stretched, took a shower and got dressed. She walked down the stairs to find Greg standing in the kitchen making coffee.

"Our first date was 3 days ago, and you already stayed over, twice."

"I told you, they're painting my apartment so I can't stay there because of the fumes."

"Sure they are." She grabbed a bowl and pored herself some cereal. She looked over to see Greg looking for something in the fridge. "I don't have eggs…" He looked up at her for a second before turning back to the fridge."Or sausage…" He looked up again before looking back into the fridge "or bacon." He looked up and closed the fridge.

"How can you not have eggs."

"I don't like eggs. I only like them in cake batter. And I haven't made a cake in a while."

"What about the sausage and the bacon?"

"I don't eat that crap for breakfast." He sighed. "Cereal?" She offered.

"Yeah, thanks." He looked at the box. "Honey loops. You're telling me that's healthy?"

"No, but it's better for your cholesterol. And it's pretty damn tasty."

…

The elevator doors were just closing when Ed jumped in.

"Morning."

"Morning Ed." Zoë and Greg said in unison.

"How are you doing, Zoë?"

"I'm good, cheerful even."

"Wow."

"How about you?"

"I'm okay, Clark's still hanging around with those kids. But he says he hasn't smoked anymore."

"Do you believe him?"

"I don't know. What happened to that kid who played the cello?"

"He reached puberty." Greg spoke up. The elevator pinged and they walked towards the locker room.

"Have fun at work today." Greg said before he walked into his.

…

Clark walked out of the elevator an hour or so later. Kira recognized him.

"Hey Clark, looking for your dad?" He walked up to the desk.

"No, Zoë actually. Is she around?" She nodded.

"I think she's in the gym. Want me to call her over the PA?"

"Nah, I'll just go there if that's ok?" Kira nodded.

…

"Hey Clark." It was Ed, team one was also in the gym. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Zoë." He looked around and spotted her. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure, just make sure she doesn't get into trouble." He nodded and walked over to Zoë.

"Hey, can we talk for a little bit?" Zoë looked over at Donna, who nodded.

"Yeah Clark, sure. Briefing room okay?" He nodded.

…

"Something wrong?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. My dad is so old, he doesn't get it."

"Your dad's not that old."

"To me he is."

"Okay, sure what's up?"

…

"What do you think that is about?" Ed asked Greg.

"I don't know. But it ended up good the last time she talked to him, right?" Ed nodded. "So then what's the problem?"

"He should want to talk to me, about anything."

"He's a teenager, that's not going to happen Ed. Besides, Zoë's closer to his own age. I think she'll be okay. Be glad he's talking."

"I guess."

"Wordy, spar with Ed. Don't hold back." He turned back to Ed. "Go, spar. Get your mind off of it."

…

"You won't tell my dad?"

"That depends Clark." She said honestly. "Regular stuff, no I won't. But if I think you're back on drugs I will." He nodded.

"I'm not, on drugs."

"Good, then I won't have to tell your dad. What did you want to talk about?"

"You said you lost your parents?" She nodded. "How did that happen?"

"They were murdered." His eyes grew wide. "The only thing I can think of now is that I wish I had told them that I love them more. To make sure they knew how much I appreciated them. Cause I did, even though I didn't say it or sometimes even wanted it." She was pushing the tears down. She could feel them coming up, including the lump in her throat.

"Which is why you stopped the car last night." She nodded. "I do love them. It's just.."

"You're going through puberty and your dad has a busy job." He nodded.

"He puts himself in the line of fire every day." He looked down. "What if he dies?"

"Everyone dies Clark. He can get hit crossing the street. Which is why you should let him know you appreciate him, every once in a while. Now I'm not saying you need to tell him every day. But if he dies, you and I can talk about it if that happens."

"I do, appreciate him. I just didn't realize how much." He looked tired and distracted.

"Are you in withdrawal?" She asked surprised. He nodded. "How often did you smoke?"

"five, sometimes six times a week. For months."

"But you haven't, since Tuesday right?" He nodded. "Having trouble sleeping?"

"Yeah, and I'm not hungry. And I really want to smoke."

"Thank you for coming to talk to me instead of using." She thought for a second. "Exercise. " He looked at her. "That helps. Your body gets tired, so you can sleep. It needs energy so you're hungry and it releases endorphins."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you can run with me if you like or you could come here. I'm sure they wouldn't mind." He looked unsure. "And it will give you a little muscle. Girls love boys with abs." That seemed to do its job. Always trust a teenagers hormones will do the talking for him.

"Okay sure, you won't tell my dad why I'm exercising?"

"Not as long as you stay off any kind of drugs." He nodded. "Want to go ask my sergeant if she minds you training with us after your school?" He nodded.

"That would be good."

…

"Serge." Zoë and Clark walked towards Donna. "Is it okay if Clark trains here with us on some days after school?" Donna looked Clark over. "Not the gun stuff, just the exercise and he can't train with the weights much." She figured Zoë had a good reason for asking.

"Sure. But you keep an eye on him." Zoë nodded. And they walked away again.

"I have to go back to work Clark. How about we work out here after school and in the weekends we go for a morning run?" He nodded.

"I just want to get rid of this crappy feeling, if that helps."

"I'll go pick you up tomorrow at 7:30, so make sure you're ready."

"7:30?! On a Saturday."

"I usually go at six, we can do that if you prefer. Besides it's only for one of two weeks as long as you don't touch that stuff again."

"six? No, 7:30 is good." They said goodbye and she went back to the gym.

…

"Zoë what was that about?" It was Ed.

"He wanted to talk."

"And now he's going to train here?"

"After school. Yes, and we'll be going on runs in the weekends."

"I run in the weekends, he can come with me."

"Ed, he asks for one thing. Give it to him. I'll keep an eye on him. I will tell you if I think he's back on it, okay?"

"But he's my son."

"I know. You just have to trust me. Can you do that?" He nodded, still not sure that this was the right thing to do.

"Good."

…

They were working out when they heard Kira's voice over the PA-system.

"Team 2, gear up. Hot call." Team 1 had been deployed about a half an hour ago.

They dropped what they were doing and went to gear up.

…

They arrived at the scene. It was an old crappy building. There were two subjects inside. There were shots fired, it was a possible drug-deal gone wrong. At least one armed. They divided into couples to chase them. Zoë and Jimmy were just chasing one of the subjects when the hall split into two ways.

"We split up." It was Jimmy. "You go left, I go right. Stay on the radio."

Zoë was just about to call in that there was no subject in her hallway when she saw there was movement down the hall.

"Jimmy, subject's here. I'm in pursuit. Still not sure if it's male or female."

"Copy, I'm turning around. Coming your way now."

She saw the subject run into a room. She walked in after, it was a dead end. "Police, put your hands up where I can see them." The subject did as told. There was no gun apparent. She was just about to radio it in when there was a lot of noise, followed but dust. She shut the door to make sure they could still breath. "Stay there, just like that." She opened the door again to make sure Jimmy could see them. But where she could look into the hallway a few seconds ago where now a lot off beams, blocking the door directly. "Serge, a lot of beams came down. Looks like I'm stuck here. Going to search the subject."

"You do that. Fire and rescue is on their way."

"Stay right there. Hands on your head, interlace your fingers." She cuffed the subject. Then she searched for a gun, nothing. She took two steps back, gun still trained on the subject. "Turn around, slowly." She was shocked when she recognized the subject. She swallowed hard.

"Serge, you have to get me out of here fast." Zoë said through their communication.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Donna answered.

"I don't know how long I can keep myself from killing this son of a bitch."

A/N I know it's short, but I really wanted to leave the cliffhanger here xD Tell me, why do you think she wants to kill the unarmed subject. Don't know for sure if the next chap will be up tomorrow. Still trying to figure out how/what to write. It could be somewhere between tomorrow morning and the day after tomorrow in the evening. soo yeah, trying my best.