"Did that just happen?"

"What?" Amy asked Buzz without looking at him. She was too busy rolling her eyes and shaking her head as they turned back to the screen. They had dismissed the Vice Principle and school counsellor, citing privacy issues.

"He hit on you, didn't he? I didn't image that."

Amy sighed, "Yeah... but I wish it was your imagination."

"We're in the middle of a murder investigation and he hit on you."

"Enough already. I'm trying to forget it."

"Does that happen a lot?"

"More than I'd like, that's for sure."

"That's so unfair. That never happens to the others."

"Yeah, well, welcome to my world, and the guys do get hit on from time to time. It's usually by someone who wants to keep secrets."

"Occasionally, but that's usually only manipulation. Why do men do that? It's so disrespectful. It's so... dated."

"It's not dated. It happens all the time. The Captain and I have talked about it a few times."

Buzz nodded, "I imagine it was worse when she started."

"She's told me a few stories," Amy agreed. "This guy just gave me his private number. It's annoying but it's nothing compared to what the Captain experienced. It's not even the worst I've had."

"Don't they get that you're a professional doing your job?"

"You'd think that, wouldn't you. But most of them seem to think I'm just hanging out waiting for a man - mostly them - to rescue me from my situation."

"What situation?" Buzz was truly perplexed.

"Well, you'd think I was doing the career thing as a back-up since I didn't have a man in my life."

"They obviously never had sisters."

"Your sister doesn't put up with that?" Amy was curious. Buzz rarely talked about his personal life.

"Nope. My sister would tell them where to go in as few words as possible."

"Mmm... I usually find it more effective to adjust my stance so they see my gun. That usually shuts them up. The Captain taught me that one," Sykes smiled for the first time.

Buzz wasn't sure if he should laugh or not.

Amy noticed Buzz's distraction. "Hey, don't worry about it. It happens. I deal and move on."

"But it's so... insulting. Don't those men ever get taught that it's rude to assume anything, especially about a person doing a job?"

"I dunno... maybe we made a mistake in focusing on little girls so long and telling them they could be whatever they wanted. The girls believed it. I believed it. But no one took the little boys aside and said girls can be whatever they want, and that frees them up from being assholes."

"I guess. I'm going to have to watch this again when we get back to the station. I think there are a few kids here who are taking out of the bin rather than putting something in."

"Wouldn't surprise me. I think we have to remind these kids that people died. Playing roulette with your life is not worth the free drugs."

Buzz nodded then looked directly at Amy again. "We could get the counsellor involved. He might have an in with these kids."

"Don't you think he's been trying? If they didn't listen to him before, they aren't going to listen now."

"True," Buzz acknowledged. "I wish we could show them the pictures of the dead kids. That might make an impact."

"The problem is if they want drugs, they want drugs, and no amount of common sense will get through until they want to change. Most of these kids will fool around with drugs and make a few bad decisions, but they'll turn out alright in the end with a lesson learned. It's the few that we don't catch in time that are the sad stories. Like those two Russian kids."

"Do you think it was just a bad batch, or do you think they were targeted?"

"Me personally?" Amy shrugged, "I'm going for being targets. Targets of what is the real question. But we got to look at this from every angle.

A knock on the door surprised them both, then the school counsellor poked his head in and smiled at Amy. Out of the corner of his eye, Buzz saw Amy's stance change as she put her hand on her hip behind her gun, and tried to keep from smiling at her move.

"Can we help you?" Amy asked, with a tone that was decidedly uninviting.

"I, uh..." the counsellor stuttered as he walked fully into the room and tried to put on a smile, "I realized I didn't have your card, just in case I needed to contact you."

"Here, I've got one," Buzz jumped up and handed the counsellor his business card. "All the numbers to our office are on the bottom."

The counsellor's smile faltered, "Great. Thanks. I'll... I'll just leave you to your work." He smiled one more time at Amy then left the room.

"That wasn't necessary," Amy said to Buzz, not looking him in the eye. "I could have handled him."

Buzz's face dropped when he realized what Amy was saying. "I just added to the problem, didn't I."

"Don't worry about it," she shrugged.

"That happens all the time too, doesn't it. One of us jumping in before you get the chance to do anything."

"It's fine. Forget about it. Let's get back to the drug-drop."

"I think you're right, what you said earlier."

"What did I say?" Amy was confused.

"That little boys need to be taught different rules about women's independence. We need to let you handle things yourself."

Amy leaned over towards Buzz's ear. "Here's the deep dark secret about women's independence. Sometimes we like guys standing up for us, we just like to choose when."