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So this is the last chapter and it's very short. Just sort of tying everything up. Hope it's ok.

Finishing work for the big summer holidays at the end of this week, so I'm hoping that I might be able to post more over the next few weeks, so if you would like to send me some ideas of what you might like me to write about, I would be happy to try my best. So here goes...

Chapter 3

Suddenly, teenage Jamie Reagan snapped back into being Officer Jamie Reagan.

Silence had descended on the school hall, save for one or two sniffles coming from some of the students, including Dylan, who had now sat back down, his challenging expression gone.

He turned slightly towards Renzulli, who sent him a concerned look, to which Jamie nodded that he was alright, "Look guys," he started as he turned back towards his audience, " I didn't mean to get all maudlin on you - but something like this...well it never leaves you. It affects everyone who cares about you. You never really get over something like that. Could you live with yourself knowing that you could've done something to stop a tragedy like that happening? I was lucky, I had a fantastic support system at home, but I know that's not to case everywhere," he cast his eyes around the hall, "That's where I come in. Please believe me when I tell you that I'm here for you. I'm not here to trick you to open up to me then locking people up. I want to help in any way that I can. I might be the Commissioner's son, silver spoon and all, but it happened to me and I can help you! Thank you for your time."

As he sat back down, he released a deep breath as he received a pat on the back from Renzulli, "You did good kid. You ok?"

Jamie smiled and nodded, "Could use a drink now...you think you've buried something deep..."

"Yeah, but it comes back to haunt you eventually," Renzulli confirmed.

Suddenly, as the Principal rose to begin his final speech, Dylan, who not long before had challenged Jamie, got to his feet clapping slowly as he did so. This seemed to cause a ripple effect and soon everyone was on their feet clapping and cheering Jamie.

"This is for you kid," Renzulli beamed with pride, "I think you need to go and meet your public...no autographs mind..."

Jamie looked before him in shock. He had never in a million years expected a reception such as this. He rose to his feet, hardly daring to meet the younger faces. Slowly, he made his way into the hall, shaking hands, receiving messages of thanks along the way.

As he reached the door, he felt a top on his back. He turned to find Dylan stood, his eyes downcast, toying with the edge of his shirt, "Can I talk to you?" he asked, glancing round nervously.

Jamie smiled, "Of course, let's go somewhere quieter."

He led him over into a quiet corner, out of the way of everyone. Dylan stood in front of him, still nervously playing with his shirt, "What is it Dylan? What's wrong?" Jamie asked kindly, knowing that the young man in front of him was in turmoil. Dylan looked up at him, his eyes awash with tears, "You know when you said that you were here to help us, and that you wouldn't judge or send the cops..."

Jamie nodded, "I meant it Dylan, every word."

The teenager wiped his nose on his sleeve, "I could use your help...I'm worried about my best friend..."

The End.