Trapped Part 2
Mention of a spanking
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Even if they couldn't go outside, the rainy weather made things worse, at least for the occupants that were currently trapped, at least that's the way Andy put
it. They were under a thunderstorm warning all week, and Andy had already been warned at least a hundred times to stay away from the window, which she
was finding awful hard to obey. "Andrea, if I have to tell you one more time, you will spend the next hour and a half in your room," Danny kept his voice low,
but kept his expression serious, wanting to get the point across. "It isn't safe, and I don't want you to get hurt." "Yes Sir," Andy walked away and over to her
grandfather's book shelf. He had so many titles, all categorized by theme and Andy wondered if he had even managed to read them all. "You can read one if
you want," Frank looked over at his granddaughter. "What would you suggest?" Andy was never a big reader but considering her activities were limited she
thought she might give it a try. "This one's good," Frank handed her one of his favorites. "Grandpa this is a book by Teddy Roosevelt," Andy looked at him.
"Very good man," Frank looked like he was on the verge of giving her a history lesson. "I'll give a try," Andy thought she better just accept and walk away
before he went ahead with it. "I think you will enjoy it," Frank walked away to rejoin his son. "You know this would be a perfect day to play in the rain." Andy
looked miserable thinking of all the fun that was passing her by as she returned to her place by the window. "Not in a thunderstorm," Frank said with a raised
brow. "I thought you had a lightning rod on the house," Andy looked at her father and grandfather intently. "So doesn't that mean the house should technically
be protected?" "I don't care if the roof is covered with lightning rods, being outside in a thunderstorm or lightning storm isn't the safest thing." "You know what
would be so cool," Andy ignored the safety comment. "If we climbed up on the roof with the lightning rod during a thunderstorm to watch the lightning, you
know just to make sure the rod was working," Andy was beaming at the thought of how much fun it would be. "I catch you on the roof during a thunderstorm,
and you are going to need more than a lightning rod to protect you," Danny was by no means joking. "And speaking of protection, you just got yourself an hour
and a half in your bedroom," he said calmly. "But I," Andy tried. "Don't argue with me, I told you not to go near the window, not even five minutes ago." "It's all
fun and games until mom and dad get in the way of your fun," Andy muttered. "Yes I know I'm a buzz kill," Danny was used to being the parent and ruining fun.
"You know I've been placed under protective custody once before, and I've only lived here for a few months," Andy was stalling. "And if you would have
listened to your mother and I, and not have climbed on the roof that time you never would have been in it, in the first place." Danny was sure to add thinking of
all the stress and gray hair she was giving him. "Alright you have a point Detective, but I was bored," Andy tried justifying her actions from before. "Read a
book next time," Danny's voice was showing his displeasure, just thinking back to that whole incident. "You know I can't figure it out, he always gets like this
when he's working an important case," Andy looked over at her grandfather. "Correction," Danny interrupted, "I only get like this when it involves my family."
"Maybe you should get used to it," Andy mumbled. "Maybe you should get used to not sitting comfortably," he warned. "Okay maybe that wasn't the best
answer in the world," she admitted. "Maybe," Danny looked at her seriously. "Okay it wasn't the best answer," Andy started, "but." "There's always a but,"
Danny shook his head. "But this time I'm totally innocent, this time it was all your, Erin's, and Grandpas fault." "Go to your room," Danny pointed for the stairs
putting an end to their current conversation. "Thanks for the book Grandpa, looks like I'm going to need it," Andy turned to walk away. "Do you remember
when you were a kid and I found you on the roof hanging on for dear life," Frank looked at Danny remembering. "You climbed up on the roof," Andy ran back to
the table excitedly. "Not now Dad please," Danny was a little frustrated, "If I have to tell you one more time it's going to be two hours." "Yes Sir," Andy turned
to go. "Please don't tell the story without me," Andy looked at her grandfather her eyes begging. "I'll wait," he whispered.
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"Your sentence has been commuted, and you can come down." Danny walked into the room Andy was currently sharing with her brother Jack. "But it's only
been an hour," Andy glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Call it a leap of faith, but I'm going to trust you not to do it again," Danny was thinking that if he
showed her an ounce of trust, she may recognize it and learn from her mistake. "Sweet," Andy put the book down. "I did get two chapters of Grandpas book
read though. This guy Teddy was pretty cool, he started the rough riders, you know?" "Oh trust me I know, I've heard more about Teddy Roosevelt in my
lifetime than I've ever cared to," Danny glanced out the door, making sure that Frank wasn't anywhere around. "Too many lectures, where Grandpa used Teddy
as an example," Andy figured. "Something along that line, among other things," Danny recollected. "What do you mean?" Andy was confused. "Come here I'll
show you," Danny was on the ground. "Dad, what are you doing?" "Just come here," he pulled her down onto the floor next to him before sliding himself up
under one of the beds in the room. "Kind of surprised you can fit under here," Andy patted his belly, "you have been adding on a few pounds since you haven't
been able to go out and chase down the perps." "We've only been here a week Andy." "So what are we doing under here, its dusty," Andy sneezed. Danny
turned the flashlight on, on his phone and pointed out hundreds of small markings into the slats of the bed. "When I was growing up, this was the bed that
was in my bedroom," Danny explained. "So what are the markings from," Andy questioned? "I'm getting to that. Anyways I spent a lot of time in trouble when I
was growing up, and every time I was I added another mark under the bed." "That's a way to commemorate the occasion," Andy thought it was a pretty good
idea. "I thought it was, at least at the time," he admitted. "You were in trouble a lot," Andy noticed running her finger over the marks. "Yeah," Danny didn't
know what else to say regarding her observation. "So how did you make the marks?" "Pocket knife," he pulled it out from his pocket and handed it to her. "It's nice," Andy held it in her hand before rubbing her thumb over it. "If I gave that to you, would you promise me you would never try to stab your brothers with it.
I don't want to have to arrest you for assault," Danny glanced at her. "Yes Sir," Andy was thinking of all the markings she could put on her bed at home,
knowing it was more than likely that she would pass her father up in the trouble department. "My dad gave me that knife when I was right around your age,
and Gramps gave it to him right around the same time when he was growing up," Danny gave her a little background history. "You're not going to give it to
Jack," Andy looked at him. "You're my oldest," Danny smiled at her, "besides, I have a feeling you are going to be in a lot more trouble than your brother."
"You'd be right about that," she muttered. "Now come on, let's get out of here, it's a lot smaller under here than I remember."
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Tap, tap, tap, Andy tapped her pencil on the kitchen table where she sat with her brothers and cousin working on their school assignments. "Andy would you
please stop, you are driving me crazy." Nicky was used to doing her homework in quiet rather than with constant yelling, talking or music like her cousins were
used to. "Sorry," Andy sighed moving on to tapping her head on the table. "Make her stop, make her stop," Nicki whined laying her head on the table. "Andy,
stop annoying your cousin," Linda corrected on her way out of the kitchen. "I'm so bored." "Why don't you try actually doing your school work?" Nicki
suggested, "that would probably be such shocker for poor Uncle Danny he'd have a heart attack." "I know right, that's why I don't want to do it," Andy seemed
glad that Nicki was finally beginning to understand her reason behind her cautiousness. "Andy I was being sarcastic," Nicki said slowly, her tone a bit higher in
pitch. "Keep your voice down Nicki, your Grandpa and Uncles are trying to work," Erin corrected, it was obviously her turn to check on them rather than Linda.
"Andy won't do her schoolwork and she's keeping me from doing mine," Nicki was frustrated with her cousin. "Way to build confidence Nicki, tell on me," Andy
threw one of her pencils at her. "Andy stop, and Nicki if you can't concentrate down here, then go upstairs and do it," Erin was tired of the constant bickering
between the two girls. "Fine with me," Nicki walked out the door and up the stairs. "Music time," Andy stretched leaning back in her chair to press the power
button, shortly before cranking it up. "Andy!" Danny yelled from the other room. "If I have to come in there to tell you to get busy with that school work, I'm
going to be telling you with the spoon." The volume on the stereo lowered, and the only sounds coming from the kitchen was pencils sharpening, pens clicking,
and pages turning. "This isn't any more fun," Andy called after him. "No, buts it quieter. Have you learned anything yet?" "I learned that Nicki can't concentrate
with pencil drumming, and you don't like loud music," Andy answered truthfully. "Try learning a subject that you actually have in school!" "But I do have music in
school!" "I'm coming in there," the warning before was obviously his last. "No, no, no, I'm starting my history homework now." All sounds in the kitchen literally
ceased, at least for a few minutes. "Hey, this chapter is about Teddy Roosevelt."
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It was the following day, and Danny had taken the last shift of the early morning and was exhausted both from his previous night of staying up, and the night
before with the kids. To help keep him awake, Linda decided to stay up with him, needless to say that by the time Frank and Jamie came down that morning,
they were both ready for bed. Things were okay at first, but after a while good behavior seemed to get a little monotonous at least for Andy and Sean. The two
had literally been at each others throats all morning long. First it was Sean nearly shoving his sister down the stairs, making her knock her head against the
wall, which in turn made her retaliate by throwing one of the few toys he had with him out the back door and out of his reach since he was not allowed to go
outside. Later on, Henry and Erin were busy cooking in the kitchen, while Jamie and Frank worked on the case at the dinner table. The kids were entertaining
themselves by playing a game in the corner of the room, but like every adult knows, keeping four kids quiet and indoors at all times proves to be easier said
than done. "You cheated," Sean raised his voice accusing his sister. "I did not," Andy argued right back not even bothering to check the volume level of her
voice. "You two quiet down," Jamie corrected over his shoulder. The kids heard him, but by no means paid him any mind. "She didn't cheat Sean," Nicki looked at
her cousin seriously. "She did too," this time it was Jacks turn to argue back. "Hey," Jamie turned around, beginning to have his own trouble keeping his voice
low as his frustrations mounted, "you guys need to quiet down, your parents are trying to sleep." "I don't even want to play anymore," Sean threw a handful
of game pieces at his sister. "We were still playing," Andy tackled her brother. "That's enough," Frank sighed moving to pull the two apart. "You heard your
uncle correct you more than once," he chastised, "and after your behavior earlier this morning I think it's time for a more hands on approach," he escorted the
two into his home office. "Uh oh," Jack said quietly, "being taken to Grandpas office like that is never a good sign." "You two are extremely lucky that he didn't
take you two in there as well," Jamie nodded at the office door, "because they are probably going to come out with a smarting backside." "Were sorry Uncle
Jamie," Jack was the first one to speak, half thinking that Jamie might decide to take matters into his own hands, or even worse tell Danny. "Just try to behave,
maybe separate yourself from the others for a bit," he suggested trying to get them to calm down enough to reign in some quiet. A few minutes later, and
Frank along with two sullen children returned. "I think it may be best if the four of you spent a little time apart, Andy and Jack you two go up to your room, and
Sean and Nicki you two go up to Jamie's room, one of us will come get you when it's time to eat." "Yes Sir," the four were by no means in any position to argue
and were up the stairs and out of sight in record time. "Oh wow, Grandpa is as bad as Dad when it comes to handing out spankings," Andy mentioned laying
on her bed. "I tried to warn you when you first moved in," Jack recollected the conversation. "I didn't think you were serious," Andy admitted. "Where do you
think that Dad got it from genius," Jack shook his head partially annoyed that he was stuck in the bedroom for who knows how long. "Do you want to die?"
Andy didn't like the last word he put on his sentence. "Depends," Jack shrugged, "do you want Grandpa to come up here?" "No," she sighed. "Besides it could
have been worse," Jack added, "you could have been stuck in a room with Sean." "Now that's just torture," Andy picked up the book she was reading, hoping
to get another chapter on Teddy done. "You know Dads going to be furious when he finds out about this," Jack looked at his sister. "And suddenly I don't feel
like reading anymore," Andy set the book aside.
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"I'm sorry Dad." Danny apologized after he woke up and realized none of his kids were downstairs. "Don't worry about is Danny," Frank didn't seem too
bothered by it. "Yeah but they know better than to act like that, especially when there not with me or Linda," Danny still didn't sound happy about it. "Dad,
Danny, its time to eat, one of you want to go get the kids," Erin poked her head out of the kitchen. "I'll go," Danny knew he had to say something to them
about their behavior. "Alright guys have a seat," Danny moved them all into one room, "we need to have a little talk." "Is this going to be one of those
father/children talks, where I need to leave," Nicki was hoping to vacate the premises? "Oh no you can stay," Danny gave her a fake smile. "Thanks for the
invite," Nicki muttered under her breath, she wasn't brave enough to be sarcastic to his face like Andy. "Listen guys, I get it, I know how hard it is for you to be
stuck in here," Danny started. "You mean trapped," Andy interrupted. "Andy, don't interrupt," Danny corrected. "Sorry." "Being stuck in here isn't easy on any of
us, and I know you are getting tired of having to spend every waking minute with one another. But," Danny stopped short. "I'm going to say this as nice as I
can, 'GET OVER IT' now get downstairs it's time to eat." Nicki and Jack ran down the stairs to join the rest of the family, while Danny, Sean and Andy brought up
the rear. "Great motivational speech Dad," Sean shook his head. "Yeah Dad way to rouse the troops," Andy was beginning to think she was reading too much
Teddy. "It's the only one you are going to get guys, so no more shenanigans."
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Dinner that afternoon was a quiet affair. Neither of the kids daring to get into trouble, at least not anymore that day. Jack and Sean were playing a card game
with Pop in the kitchen, while Linda helped Nicki with some of her homework. The only one missing was Andy. "I know what the kids did was wrong, but I can't
exactly blame them too much, even I'm getting a little tired of being trapped in here," Danny admitted. "Now you sound like Andy," Erin laughed. "Speaking of
Andy, where is she?" Danny noticed he had no one contradict him in at least an hour. "She's upstairs reading," Erin remembered seeing her in her bedroom.
"Andy's reading without being forced," Danny looked shocked, "I better go check on her." "Let me take this one Son," Frank stopped him. "I think I know what
this is about," Frank headed for the stairs. "What you doing up here by yourself kiddo?" "Reading," Andy looked up from her book. "It's easier for me to stay
out of trouble, if I'm by myself, and even that's hard." Frank smiled and took a seat on the edge of the bed, "you want to tell me what's really bothering you
now?" "Not really," Andy walked around the bedroom picking up clothes she and Jack had tossed about the room. "I think you do," Frank made eye contact
with her. Andy sighed, "I'm sorry about earlier." "Me too," Frank said. Andy stopped and looked at him confused that was the last thing she had expected for
him to say. "I didn't like punishing you," Frank was being completely honest. "Now you sound like Danny," Andy couldn't believe how similar the two were.
"Come here and have a seat," Frank pointed to the place next to him, knowing there was a great deal more that needed to be said. Andy tossed Jacks shirt
over the desk chair, and walked over to the bed. "You still mad at me? I know Dad isn't, he never is after we get in trouble," Andy added standing in front of
him. "Who do you think he learned that from," Frank smiled. "I don't know, I've never been in trouble with you before," Andy admitted, finally managing to take
a seat. "You know I had a lot of conversations just like this with your Daddy when he was growing up," Frank enlightened her. "Dad had you, and he turned out
pretty good. And I have him, so maybe I'll do the same," Andy knew there was no denying that she was in trouble all the time. "I think you will be. I don't allow
screw ups in this family," Frank was being serious. "You do know I was adopted right," Andy was smiling. "Does your Daddy know how you feel? You do talk
rather highly of him," Frank noted. "I sure hope not, it would probably go to his head," Andy was back to teasing, always having the ability to transfer from
being serious to teasing in just seconds. "Seriously Andy," Frank wanted the complete truth from her. "I don't know Grandpa," Andy shrugged? "I mean he and
Linda have done everything for me. And they still say they love me even if they do just get finished punishing me." "That's unconditional love kiddo," Frank
placed an arm over her shoulder. "I guess I don't fully understand that yet." "You will," Frank knew it would only be a matter of time. "I've put them through a
lot. I mean I've pulled Danny away from work even though he's in the middle of a big case, Linda will be exhausted from being on her feet all day, and she will
still come in and help me with my homework." "That's what we parents do. We'll do anything for our kids."
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"I have an idea, let's not watch any TV tonight," Frank suggested they do something different. "Dad help Grandpas trying to kill us!" Jack called from where he
laid on the floor of the living room. "I'm sure you'll survive," Danny didn't sound concerned. "Heck I've been grounded from TV for a lot longer than one night,"
Andy shook her head at her brothers love for TV. "What are we going to do Grandpa," Sean looked up at his grandfather? "How about another story," Frank
suggested smiling? "Just not another scary one huh Dad, I can't take another night like before," Danny said from his place on the couch. "You know you did say
you would tell us a story about Dad when he was growing up," Andy recollected sitting on the floor next to the couch. "Pipe down kid," Danny tapped her
shoulder. "I know I did guys," Frank took a seat in his usual place. "Well," Sean sat on his lap. "Just a minute Sean," Frank said thinking of a story. "On second
thought I think I'll take the scary one," Danny changed his vote. "What about the roof story you started talking about yesterday," Andy suggested leaning
forward and out of Danny's reach before he could smack her in the back of the head. "I think I remember that one," Frank started the story. "Let's see, I
believe Danny was about 11 years old or so at the time, and I was just walking around in the backyard, when I found him hanging upside wrapped in
Christmas lights from the second story screaming." "I wasn't screaming," Danny interrupted. "Then why were you yelling Dad! Dad! Help! Help!" Frank laughed
out loud pretending to sound like a little kid. "What happened," Jack was excited? "I had to climb up there and pull him back up before he broke his neck. "So
what were you doing up there anyway Dad," Andy turned around? "I was trying to help out with the Christmas lights. Your Grandpa was always complaining
that me, your aunt and uncles never did enough to help out around the house, and he started threatening to hand out grounding sentences." "Danny it was
September, and a little too early for Christmas lights," Frank repeated the same thing he told him so many years ago. "I gave up trying to help after that,
nothing was ever good enough for you," Danny sounded bitter. "To make things worse it started raining and Danny was complaining about getting electrocuted
since there was lightning flashing all around us." "Yeah you were so mad your mustache was twitching," Danny looked at Frank laughing. "Did anyone get
hurt?" Andy couldn't believe her Grandfather was finally telling a story about their dear old dad and his childhood days. "Oh yeah," Danny's eyes were wide, "I
didn't sit comfortably for like a month after that." "It's about time I hear something about someone else getting in trouble other than me," the kids laughed out
loud. "And to this day," Danny spoke above their laughing. "I still have issues when it comes to climbing up on your roof," he pointed at Frank. "You're putting
the Christmas lights up for me again this year right," Frank was already calculating the days in his head until he got to watch his son sweat, climbing up on the
roof with Christmas lights in hand. "This trapped thing is making you mean," Danny muttered. "Maybe it's because Melanie Maines the journalist from Atlanta is
in town, and Romeo here is having a little trouble being locked in doors, its cramping his style." "You call me Romeo one more time Daniel, and I'm going to
forget you're grown." "Yes Sir," Danny fell silent, although he couldn't help but want to laugh. "Nicely done Grandpa, it's about time somebody shuts him up,"
Andy was obviously on Frank's side. "Hey, you told a story about me, I think it's only fair I get to do the same," Danny couldn't contain his laughter any longer.
"Yes but you forget one small detail, I am your father and I deserve some respect." "And you are," Danny said pointedly. "I'm not saying what you did." "I think
it's time we all went to bed," Frank stood. "This place is about to turn into a crime scene."
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"Since I can't go into the office, Detective Baker and Deputy Commissioner Moore is coming by so we can discuss some business," Frank enlightened his family
after hanging up the phone. "This means you all need to be on your best behavior," Linda pointed at her children. "I don't think I have a best behavior," Andy
thought about it. "You better find one quick," Danny spoke up. "You know I just thought of something, Baxter may not know about me, I could totally get out of
here." "Problem, your parents are here, so just who would you stay with," leave it to Danny to pose a problem Andy thought to herself the second Danny
opened his mouth. "We're all going to die!" Andy fell to the floor in front of the fireplace. "It's all getting to be too much." "Andy get up, and stop being
dramatic," Danny nudged her with his foot from where he sat on the couch. "Grandpa please," Sean ran up to his grandfather, "if people are coming, can you
get them to bring us some food." "Kitchen running kind of low," Frank laughed at the boys main concern, it was minimal compared to his sister. "Is it just me, or
does anyone else wish the guy would just come after us already," Andy lifted her head up off the floor to look at them? "Excuse me," Linda looked shocked.
"Come on Mom, this would all be so much easier if Baxter would just show up, Dad, Grandpa and Uncle Jamie shoot him the second he steps on the sidewalk
and it's a done deal." "Andy we can't just shoot him," Danny was surprised at all the legality issues that was coming to mind, yep it was official he had been
trapped with Erin way too long. "Why not? It's not like there's any question regarding his innocence, and he did escape from prison to kill us." "The law says
we have to at least attempt to apprehend him," Danny pointed out. "You cops do everything the hard way." Yep some people just aren't that bright, Andy
thought to herself. But it's not like she could tell Danny that, she knew that if she did that, there would be no end to the list of consequences he would lay out.
He always thought he was so smart, Andy thought it could be rather annoying at times, then again as much as she hated to admit it, he wasn't exactly an idiot.
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"Oh my gosh, I'm starving," Jack mentioned scanning the kitchen pantry. "Me too," Andy was digging through the cabinets. "Find anything good yet," Jack
looked over at his sister who had moved on to the refrigerator? "Just did," Andy pulled out a couple of leftover containers of spaghetti. "Sweet," Jack took a
plate from the cabinet and tossed it at her. "That was close," Andy barely managed to keep the glass plate from slipping from her hands. "Yeah Gramps would
have had a fit if we would have broken one of his plates," Jack mentioned. "You know how he feels about his Thanksgiving platters." "Not exactly," Andy shook
her head, "I haven't had a Thanksgiving with him before." "Oh sorry, I forgot. But you'll see," Jack knew that Henry voiced his concern each and every time
somebody touched his special occasion dishes. "I don't doubt it," Andy laughed. "Toss me one of those containers of spaghetti," Jack looked at his sister.
"Sure," Andy picked up the container and threw it at her brother. "Uh oh," the two said in unison, looking at the red sauce mess splattered all over the place.
"This isn't good," Andy reached for the ranch dressing to pour on her salad. "You're putting too much," Jack pulled the bottle away from her. "Now you did it,"
Andy looked at the white covered cabinet. "You were using it all," Jack argued, "none of this is my fault." "Well it isn't mine," Andy accidentally dropped the
bread on the floor. "Ugh," Sean froze. "Don't waste the food, we don't have much left," he was freaking out. "What you guys doing in here," Henry walked into
the kitchen? "Hi Gramp's," Andy and Jack tried to look as innocent as possible. "What did you two do to my kitchen?" "We got hungry," Jack mumbled. "As soon
as the two of you eat, I want this place cleaned up. And I don't want to see even a spot of spaghetti sauce." Henry was pretty upset at the state of his
kitchen. "We got off easy this time," Jack handed her a wet dish rag, once they finished eating. "Yeah we did," Andy wiped the ranch dressing from the counter.
"It's too bad all this bread got wasted," Jack frisbee'd a slice of bread at her. "Stop Jack," Andy was busy looking for the mop. "But its fun," he frisbee'd another
one at her. "I'm not kidding Jack," Andy shoved the mop in his face. "Eww, that's gross," Jack was washing his face in the sink when he got an idea. "You know
it might be easier for you to mop, if you had a little water," Jack squirted her with the water sprayer. "This isn't funny anymore," Andy grabbed the bottle of dish
detergent and squirted it all over her brother's head. "Keep it down in here, your Grandpa, Detective Baker and Deputy Commissioner Moore are trying to
work," Danny chastised walking through the kitchen door before he realized what was going on. "Oww, my eyes are burning," Jack complained trying to wipe
his face. "Here let me help you," Andy squirted him in the face. "Andrea," Danny took the sprayer from her. "Come here Son, let me see," Danny wiped the boy's
face. "It's still burning," Jack whined. "Need some more water Jack," Andy was mad, and was still tempted to squirt him again. "Go stand over there in the
corner," Danny pointed. "And don't say another word." "Fine," Andy huffed walking over the corner. "How's it feel now," Danny helped flush the boy's eye out
again? "A little better," Jacks shirt and hair was dripping wet. "Just give it some time, and I'm sure you'll be fine," Danny sent him upstairs to change his shirt
and comb his hair. "As for you," he turned his attention to his daughter. "What has gotten into you? Do you need another attitude adjustment," Danny's voice
was serious? Andy could never understand why a parent would ask their kids if they needed or wanted a spanking. I mean did they really ever expect to get a
yes answer. She was tempted to tell Danny yes, please spank me, I need it, just to see the shocked look on his face and see CPR in action after he fell to the
floor. Yet she thought better of it, thinking that knowing Danny the second he got up, he would start escorting her up the stairs, swatting on each and every
step, and then finish off with the grand finale once they got up there. "No Sir," apparently the smarter words came out before she had the chance to say what
she wanted. "Then what was going on between you and your brother," Danny knew it wasn't often that Andy and Jack got into it? "Are you willing to listen
before you jump to any conclusions?" "Don't I always," Danny pulled a couple of chairs out from the kitchen table. "Its not completely my fault, Jack started it."
"I'm listening," Danny leaned back in his chair. "I was cleaning up the mess we made, when Jack kept throwing the bread at me. I told him to stop but he
wouldn't, so I shoved the mop in his face. He squirted water at me, and that's when I got the soap," Andy concluded. "I see," Danny nodded. "So how much
trouble am I in?" Danny sighed, "I tell you what. You get this place cleaned up in the next 15 minutes and I'll overlook it." "Really," Andy looked surprised? "Yes,
now in the meantime. I'm going to go deal with your brother," Danny pushed his chair back. "And I highly suggest you get this place cleaned up before Gramps
comes in here and sees even a bigger mess than before." "That's probably a good idea," Andy looked up from the floor.
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It was early the next morning when the officers on duty switched out on the protection detail. An hour or so later, and Danny was on watch. He recognized
most of the officers on duty, one or two from his precinct, another from Jamie's, and others from 1PP and a handful of other precincts. There was just one
officers he wasn't sure about. He wasn't exactly acting like an officer would that was on duty. He kept looking back at the house, rather than scanning the
streets and other nearby surroundings looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Hey Dad," Danny stopped Frank on his way into the kitchen. "Do you recognize
that guy," Danny pointed out the officer in question? "Can't say that I do," Frank thought about it? "Wait a minute," Danny grabbed one of the photos they had
of Chris Baxter and a pencil before penciling in a beard on their perp. "You know I'd get a rip if I showed up to work with a beard that thick," Danny mentioned
looking over at Frank. "That's because it's against regulations," Frank mentioned. "That's exactly my point. That and, that's our guy," Danny pointed him out.
"We need to get the kids down in the basement," Frank was calling Baker to send more boys in blue in. "Any way we can alert the officers outside without
letting on to Baxter that we know," Jamie overheard their conversation? I don't think so," Danny shook his head. "Watch the window, I'm going to get Linda,
Erin and the kids downstairs. "Oh no, I'm not going down there," Andy stood in the doorway leading down to the basement. "Andy you have to," Danny was
being serious knowing he needed to get back to Frank and Jamie. "Not if somebody died down there," Andy looked at him as if he was crazy. "Gramps, tell her
you made the story up." "I made the story up kids," Henry looked down at his great grandchildren. "Fine, but if I get killed while I'm down there it's your fault,"
Andy followed her aunt and mother down the stairs. "You got your gun Gramps," Danny looked at his grandfather before heading back up. "Always," Henry
settled himself in front of his great grandchildren. "Wonder where he got the uniform," Jamie wondered aloud? "Who knows," Frank answered just as Danny
re-enterd the room. "So what's the plan," Jamie questioned? 'Between the two of us," Danny pointed at himself and Jamie, "along with the officers outside, I
say surround him." "You mean the three of us," Frank added. "Dad you know you can't go out there, all the guys will be too busy wanting to watch out for you,
and he could get away," Danny was trying to say it as carefully as he could. "Danny's right Dad," Jamie had to agree. "Sometimes being the Commissioner gets
in the way of your duty," Frank wasn't happy with the plan but was willing to accept it. "Alright I text the officers from my precinct, there going to back our
plan," Danny and Jamie went through the back door to get the officers in the back yard to help them. Frank stood next to the open window watching his
officers, just as Danny, Jamie and the rest of the officers backed their play and surrounded the stranger. Jamie was on the verge of cuffing Baxter when several
of Baxter's friends opened fire on them. The officers split to apprehend the other perps, just as Baxter raised his gun to fire at Danny who was a little
preoccupied with knocking Jamie out of the way to keep himself from getting hit with a bullet. "Danny!" Jamie yelled seeing Baxter but there was nothing he
could do. A shot rang out, and there was pure silence in the yard. The officers were busy cuffing the other perps, and Danny and Jamie were pulling themselves
up off the ground. "You okay," Jamie looked at his brother? "Yeah," Danny was out of breath but looking in the direction of the house and the open window. His
father had his back.
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"Freedom!" Andy ran out the door and face planted into the grass after the officers left and it was safe to run the yard again. The rest of the family was
busying packing up and loading the cars when Danny found Frank trying to get his house back in order. "Thanks for having my back, back there," Danny nodded
at the window. "I'm just glad I was there," Frank sighed, seeing someone aim a gun at your child isn't something you easily forget. "Parents are supposed to
look out for their children." "I thought it was my job to look out for you," Danny was thinking of the job. "At least its over," Frank was grateful things could get
back to normal. "My thoughts exactly," Danny glanced out the window watching his kids burn off some stored energy. "I better get my kids home before they
tear up your house anymore than they already have," Danny told the rest of the family he would see them next Sunday and headed for home. He was more
than ready for a quiet night, where he didn't have to worry about someone coming after his family. "Home sweet home," Danny unlocked the door to his home
and had to move out of the way to keep from being run over by his children running up to their bedrooms. "If I would have known we were going to be away, I
would have cleaned my room before we left," Andy moaned pulling herself up off the floor.
Wasn't sure how this story was going to turn out... But I have to admit, it even had me wanting to laugh... Again, thanks for all the follows, favorites and reviews, you keep me writing... I've been working really hard on getting this chapter up for you... As for my story about Joe's kid, it should be up very soon. It will be the Family Comes First Series... JusticeStandsTRUE