AN: inspiration from a song from starrhoward51
"My mother… She told me fairy tales, She spoke of happy endings…She said he'd come to save me, swim through the stormy seas…You never came to save me, you let me stand alone Out in the wilderness, alone in the cold, No royal kiss could save me...no fairy tales"-Anita Baker
Joss stood crouched on a roof top as she took candid pictures of Simmons meeting with the Russians. She had been stocking and collecting evidence for the past month. Ever since she was demoted she'd been stressed, HR was hassling her all the time now, when she was busted down to beat cop they'd put her on odd shift hours and they would mess with her pay if she didn't work when they scheduled her to work. When she was off the clock they would have some of their lackeys tail her.
When they threatened her son's life she decided enough was enough, she was going to handle the situation. Thankfully Paul didn't question her to much as to why she wanted Taylor to stay with him and John and Finch didn't seem too bothered as to what she was doing either.
At first she wanted to tell John but decided against it. It wasn't his job to be her bodyguard they had more important things to take care of and besides it's not like he was around very much lately anyways.
When she was being questioned after allegedly shooting an unarmed man she had been informed that she should be happy she got a demotion their original plan had been to have her killed in the line of duty. Had they succeeded she would have died that night and her guardian angel wasn't going to be there to save her.
Joss let out a chuckle her Mom use to tell her fairy tale stories about princes and knights in shining armor that come to save the princess. She use to believe that crap when she was younger, then she married Paul, and he let her down, in fact she ended up having to save him from his self.
Simmons had made a jab at her after her demotion saying that he was surprised at how easy it was to take her down and ruin her career, telling her that her guardian angel had left her out in the cold.
It pissed her off that she had let her guard down so much in the past year and half. She realized that she was placing too much reliance on others. John, Finch, and Fusco were her colleagues', maybe sort of friends it wasn't their job to save her or help her.
So she took her beating and soldiered on, just like she had done since she was 18; she was going to take care of herself. She had a plan and she was going to follow it though, she was going to make sure HR went down even if it was the last thing she ever did.
Once the meeting between Simmons and the Russians ended she packed up her stuff and put the hood of her hoodie back up over her head and headed home, her next shift started in 4 hours.