Trigger warning*

Dean picked up speed and jumped over a fallen tree by kicking off of the one that was still standing. He landed on the other side and turned, expecting Taylor to need help. He stumbled back when Taylor's feet hit a few inches from his own.

"How am I going to keep up if you just stand there?" Taylor said with a grin.

Dean scoffed and took off again. He purposefully chose the path with the intention of throwing Taylor off. He jumped and swung on a tree branch and landed several feet away.

Taylor used the trunk of the tree to run up and grab the limb. He pulled himself up and over the branch and strategically jumped to the next tree. The trees were close together and it was an activity that Taylor was familiar with.

Dean looked up. "Okay, that isn't fair."

Taylor jumped down with a grin. "Why not?"

"If I tried that, those limbs would break." Dean said with a chuckle.

Taylor wiped his face. "Then I guess if we are being chased by something that can't climb, you are out of luck."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Until you run out of trees." He gave Taylor a shove and continued down the trail. He ran until he got to a rock facing.

Taylor watched how he got up the small cliff and took the height difference into consideration. He stepped back and ran back toward the rocks. He jumped and caught a hand hold above his head. He used his momentum and got to Dean's side in a matter of seconds.

Dean looked back down at the ground below. "You are like a damn monkey or something."

Taylor pulled his water from his backpack.

Dean held his hand out.

Taylor looked at his hand. "What?"

"Give me your hand." Dean said.

Taylor furrowed his brows. "Are you... are you wanting to hold it?"

Dean laughed. "I just watched you scale that with your finger tips. I want to see how much hand strength you have."

Taylor put the cap back on his water and put his hand in Dean's. "Are we going to skip and make flower crowns too?"

Dean stared at him before laughing again. "We have enough smart asses already. Show me your grip strength before I decide to throw you off of this."

Taylor scoffed and gripped Dean's hand.

Dean furrowed his brows. "Alright, let go. Is that your abilities doing that or just you?"

Taylor looked down at his hands. "Nate and I climb a lot. I have been training a ton with you guys and I think it is just built muscle. My abilities make me stronger too though."

Dean shook his hand out. "If we need someone to Tarzan us out of a situation I'll know who to call."

"So what is the secret up here?" Taylor asked and looked around.

Dean looked around. "It is mine. I haven't told Sam about this place. We share everything but, especially when I was a teenager, I needed a place that was just mine. Also, there is a stream that pools under a rock that is fantastic for keeping beer cold."

Taylor smiled. "Beer huh?"

Dean shot him a look. "Grape nehis."

Taylor shrugged. "So why bring me up here?"

"There is a sink hole right there." Dean pointed to a dip on the other side of the rocks. "It is a good place to throw stuff. Be... Nehi bottles shatter nicely."

Taylor got closer to the other edge and looked down. He picked up a stray rock and threw it. It hit the sink hole and several more rocks on the way down. When the sound stopped Taylor picked up another rock.

Dean took the backpack off his own back and sat it down. "Here." He said and handed Taylor a glass bottle.

"Does that lead anywhere? Is glass going to wind up in the river?" Taylor asked.

Dean laughed. "I never worried about that when I was your age but no. It is just a hole in the ground."

Taylor pulled his arm back and threw the bottle as far as he could. It hit a tree on the other side of the sink hole and he smiled as it shattered.

Dean handed him another. "Don't tell anyone this but when I'd get real mad, as a young teenager, I'd write things on paper and shove it in a bottle to throw."

Taylor looked at him. "So if I was to go over there and climb down into the sink hole would I find pieces of paper that said, "Dear diary, why are girls mean to me?"

Dean grinned and smacked the back of his head. "Just throw the damn bottles."

Taylor did and found it therapeutic. "So, if no one else knows, why me?"

Dean huffed. "I shared my hide out because you are the least annoying out of the three of you. Now, I'm not so sure."

Taylor threw another bottle. "I'm assimilating."

"That sounds like a Sam word." Dean teased.

Taylor tossed a bottle in the air and caught it. "You guys argue all the time. I mean argue in a joking way. It is mostly good spirited and it is pretty cool. If I get annoying, though, just tell me."

Dean sighed. "You aren't annoying. You are a cool kid."

Taylor swallowed. "Even with Bobby or your dad, Kate can joke around. She isn't scared of you guys. You guys are kind of scary from an outside view. I know you aren't now but you can be intimidating. Her being able to joke around with you is pretty big. I joke around with my friend but keep most to myself. My da.. Craig didn't care if I was joking or not. He took everything to an extreme. I back talked him and he... he.. he shot Kate."

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. "He made that choice. It wasn't your fault."

Taylor looked away from Dean. He was so angry. "I grew up thinking I was a horrible kid. I tried so hard and it was never good enough. I was never respectful enough or quick enough when he told me to do something. My mom would get mad at me for making him mad and it never ended."

Dean saw a faint glow in his eyes. "You are a great kid. My dad is strict and has high standards and is impressed by you."

Taylor fought back tears of frustration. "I have freaking super powers and they weren't interested. They were angry! It wasn't my choice." He hurled a bottle and it flew beyond the sink hole.

Dean knew Taylor was holding a lot back and was at his breaking point.

"I always felt weak. Maybe I am. I could have taken his gun and shot him but I didn't. I was scared and pulled Kate out the door with me." Taylor said.

"You aren't weak. Shooting him wouldn't have fixed anything at the time. You don't want that on your conscience. You did exactly what I have asked you to do. You ran." Dean said.

Taylor picked up another bottle. A tear slipped from his eye. "My mom saw that he shot Kate. She was shocked. I know she saw how bad of a person he is but she hasn't called. She hasn't reached out to me or anyone else. She hasn't made sure that Kate was alive. Nothing!"

Dean looked back at Taylor's eyes. "Kate is okay."

"She doesn't know that though! She is probably off with him, pretending nothing ever happened." He gritted his teeth. He was seething and he felt like his body was on fire. He growled under his breath and gripped the bottle in his hand.

Dean saw Taylor's eyes glow blue for a fraction of a second before he was blown back and landed on his butt.

Taylor looked down at his hand where the bottle had shattered and then to Dean.

Dean's eyes were wide. "Your hand."

Taylor was disconnected from his body. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to do anything."

Dean got to his feet and approached Taylor. "How the hell did you shatter a beer bottle with your bare hand?"

Taylor looked at the glass scattered around him. "I don't know."

"It created a shockwave too." Dean said. "Your eyes were blue for a moment."

Taylor tilted his head. "My eyes are always blue."

Dean took his wrist and pulled him away from the broken glass. "Like they were glowing blue." He said with a chuckle.

Taylor let Dean tend to his hand. "I'm sorry. It was my temper. I was angry at them and hurt you and-"

Dean pulled a shard of glass from his hand. "I'm not so old that I'll be out of commission from falling on my ass."

"Of course I get mad at them and we are the ones that get hurt." Taylor said.

Dean poured water over his hand. "Let me get your hand cleaned up before you hulk out again."

Taylor frowned.

Dean looked him in the eye. "I'm giving you a hard time." He let go of Taylor's hand. "Let's see if those heal and if not, we can get tweezers to get the tiny bits out."

"So I shattered a bottle and the shockwave knocked you off your feet and you are not freaking out?" Taylor asked.

Dean stood up. "Had that happened months ago I would have freaked out. Now, I am almost used to it. Doesn't mean that isn't cool as hell."

Taylor sighed. "What if I get angry and hurt someone?"

"It took a good bit to get you there and you had warning signs. If you get angry and cannot calm down, come up here. I don't care what is going on or if you are angry with me. This is a safe spot to shatter bottles. We will figure out the rest as we go. How do you feel?"

"A lot better, actually." Taylor said.

"Do you think you can talk about a few more things?" Dean asked.

Taylor looked at the sink hole. "I can try."

Click*

Craig spun to knock the gun out of the owner's hand but was met with a second one in the center of his forehead. He put his hands out to the side. "Winchester."

John pushed his head back with the barrel of the gun.

Craig stumbled back. His gun was tucked into his belt. He couldn't reach it with a gun against his head. "What do you want?"

John didn't answer but knocked Craig off his balance and disarmed him. He managed to get his hands tied and pushed him down in the chair.

"Where's the witch bitch?" Craig asked with a sick tone.

John punched him in the face, rocking his head back with a thud. "You shot a kid and not just any kid. You shot my kid. Did you not think I'd find you?"

Craig spit blood out of his mouth. "Can't fault me for defending my home."

"From a child?" John asked, darkly.

"She ain't no child. She is some kind of witch or demon. I did you a favor." Craig shot back.

John punched him again. "Where is Misty?"

"Why does it matter? She doesn't want Taylor. Never liked the kid. Just kept him around because she was too dumb not to get rid of him early enough." Craig answered.

"It matters because he is going to need paperwork. She isn't getting him back. She needs to face him." John said.

Craig laughed. "Good luck with that."

John eyed him. "Where is she?"

"At the house." Craig said.

"Bobby and Dean went by there. Where is she?"

Craig left. "Musta not have looked too hard."

"Her car was gone." John said. "You aren't getting out of here alive so you might as well tell me. If not, I can haul you back to Sioux Falls and let Katie get inside your head."

Craig spit again. "Shame she isn't already dead."

John hit him again. "She heals. She is right back to normal. The arm doesn't even hurt."

That enraged Craig.

"Where is Misty?"

"I told you, she is at the house." Craig said and tried to break the binds on his wrists.

John sent Bobby a text that asked him to check if Misty was home. "While we wait, let's get some things straight. You messed with my family. You messed with a kid and god knows what else. You don't get to continue living after doing something like that. I just have to decide if I want to put a bullet in your head or take my time."

Craig tried to kick John put only succeeded in pissing him off. He felt his kneecap shatter and saw red.

Bobby got the message and grabbed Sam. He called Dean to ask where they were.

"Almost back." Dean said.

"Kate, I want you to stand right here. Be on the look out for Taylor and Dean. If you aren't in this exact spot when they get here, you'll be answering to me." Bobby said.

Kate nodded. "Yes, Bobby." She planted her feet exactly where he pointed.

Sam and Bobby quickly made it back to Taylor's old house and went in. The car wasn't there and no one answered.

Bobby drew his weapon and cleared several of the rooms. "Sam, anything?"

Sam shook his head. They went up the stairs and checked each of those rooms.

Bobby cracked the door to the second to last room and froze. "She's here alright."

Sam walked into the doorway and froze as well.

Bobby went to walk into the room but was pulled back by Sam.

"Bobby, trip wire." Sam hissed.

Bobby followed the wire with his eyes. "Pipe bomb. Bastard rigged her." he carefully placed his foot down behind him and tried to back out of the room.

They heard a faint ticking sound and ran.

Sam hit the ground just as the windows blew out of the house. Bobby hit beside him and groaned from the impact. "We have to go."

They got back to Bobby's car before anyone saw them. Within seconds, neighbors rushed from their houses and sirens were heard as police rushed toward the explosion.

Dean and Taylor were running back to Bobby's house when they heard a loud bang. They got back to Bobby's house to find Kate where Bobby left her. "Did you hear that?"

Kate was as white as a sheet.

"Kate, talk to me." Dean said.

Kate tried to take a breath but her lungs were frozen. "Sam and Bobby went to the house."

Dean looked toward town. His mind went straight to where Kate's was. The explosion could have easily been from Taylor's house. "Katie, sweetie. Look at me. I need you to find Sam. Okay?"

Kate nodded with tears in her eyes. She pictured a long rope tied to Sam's hand and to her own. She followed the rope until she found Sam. They were in Bobby's car and driving. She found her breath. "He's okay. They are okay."

Dean wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to rush toward them.

Taylor was staring down the drive way. His fists were clinched and he was getting dizzy.

Dean grabbed his shoulders. "Don't hulk out on me. They are okay. We don't know what happened. Save the bottle breaking for when we need it."

Taylor calmed himself. "Police scanner!"

They went inside to turn on Bobby's police scanner. There were frantic voices calling for back up. The chatter was so thick that they could barely make out anything.

"731... that's my house." Taylor said and sat down on the floor.

Dean tried Sam's cell phone. It rang one too many times and he almost hung up to call Bobby. "God dammit Sam, took you long enough."

Sam couldn't hear. "Dean! I can't hear! Almost home! Can't hear!"

Dean hung up the phone and got Taylor some water. "Stay with me, kid."

Kate saw the car turn into the drive way and took off running.

Sam caught her as she fell into him. He could see her mouth moving but all he could hear was ringing.

Kate put her hands on either side of Sam's head and tried to heal his ears.

Sam pushed her hands away. "That's enough."

Bobby was a little dizzy from being knocked around.

Dean helped him sit down on the steps and let Kate do her thing. "What happened?"

Sam glanced toward Taylor and then back to Dean.

Dean saw the look in his eyes. "Taylor, Kate, go upstairs."

Kate went to comply but Taylor shook his head. "Respectfully, no."

Dean looked at Taylor briefly and then back to Bobby.

"I need to know. If I have to I will go but please, do not treat me like I am a little kid. I know it is bad."

Dean nodded. "Okay, take a seat on the swing."

Taylor thanked him and sat down.

Bobby rubbed his ears. "John asked us to check the house because Craig said Misty was there." He looked over to Taylor. "She was."

Taylor wasn't sure how to feel. "She was?"

Sam sat down beside him. "She was gone when we got there."

Taylor was confused for a moment. "Oh, gone."

Sam nodded. "There was a trip wire rigged so anyone who tried to check on her would pull it."

Taylor felt faint. "Why? A neighbor could have found her."

Bobby grimaced. "Son, she was in your room."

Taylor felt his anger bubbling up. "So the wire was meant for me."

Sam nodded slowly.

"Dad? Has anyone told dad?" Dean asked.

Sam and Bobby both shook their heads. "We got out right as the thing exploded. We headed straight back here."

Bobby dug his phone out of his pocket and sent John a message.

John stepped out of the room with Craig and answered the call. He wasn't expecting Dean's voice. "Dean?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Misty was in the house. He rigged her body to blow up who ever found her."

John's breath hitched.

Bobby spoke up, loudly. "Sam saw the wire and kept my dumbass from stepping on it."

John pulled the phone away from his ear. "I'm guessing it went off anyway."

Sam got closer to the phone. "We got out of the house right as it went off. Kate helped my ears. Bobby's are still messed up. We got out of there and didn't look back."

John let his breath out. "Sam, good work."

Sam blushed.

John knew that Sam had single handedly prevented Bobby and himself from being in the blast zone.

Taylor was quiet. He couldn't form words. Craig was trying to kill him and almost killed Bobby and Sam instead.

John went back into the room with Craig.

Craig laughed. "They find her?"

John kept his voice calm. "Yes." He got closer to Craig. "Bobby and Sam found her."

Craig laughed again. "Can't say I expected that." He hissed at the wound John opened on his chest.

"They are also my family." He held the knife just below Craig's eye. "See, thing is, Sam is trained well. So, you don't get that satisfaction. They both got out. Murder, attempted murder.. maybe I should just turn you in." He flicked the knife to scratch Craig's cheek.

"I have so much dirt on your family. Imagine the things scientists will do to those kids once they know they got powers." Craig said.

John took a sedative from his bag and jabbed Craig with it. He waited until Craig was limp and hauled him to his truck, making sure to hit every door facing and concrete pillar on the way out. He grabbed stuff from the room and left Craig's extra cash for the maid.

Dean looked at Taylor. "Taylor, look at me."

Taylor flicked his eyes toward Dean but couldn't focus on him. He was pulsing with anger.

Dean told Kate to go inside with Bobby and Sam. He put his shoulder under Taylor's arm and helped him to the wrecked cars. He looked in Taylor's eyes. "Taylor, stay with me. Talk to me."

Taylor could feel tears on his face but was disconnecting with his body.

Dean saw his eyes start to glow again and wrapped his arms around Taylor. He pulled him into his chest and hugged him as tight as he could. He felt the rush of energy and then Taylor collapsed.

Bobby and Sam ran out when they heard crashing sounds. "Dean!"

Dean waved them away.

Bobby looked around. What ever had happened had blown the cars back a few feet, at least. The windows were shattered and a wooden sign had been broken.

Dean waved them away again and pointed to the house. He put his arm back around Taylor and let him break down.

Kate was looking out the window. "What was that?"

Sam was wide eyed. "I honestly don't know."

Bobby rubbed the back of his head. "Those cars were moved, weren't they?"

Sam nodded. "So was the gravel around them."

Kate wanted nothing more than to comfort Taylor. This was all horrific and she was on the sidelines. "Bobby, what do we do?"

Bobby held his arms out to her. "I don't know."

John drove to the closest hunter's cabin and hauled Craig out of the truck. He dropped him on the sofa and went back outside. Dean's phone went straight to voicemail. He tried Bobby's. "Bobby, why is Dean's phone off?"

Bobby furrowed his brows. "He is okay. I have eyes on him but I don't think I can explain anything."

John didn't like the answer but had other issues. "I want to talk to Taylor."

Bobby grumbled. "I don't know if you can."

John struck the truck with the heel of his hand. "Figure it out. I've got Craig somewhere secluded."

Bobby approached Dean and Taylor and put a hand on each of their backs. "John wants to talk to you."

Taylor didn't move his head.

Dean reached for the phone. "Dad, now isn't the best time."

John sighed. "Dean, is there anything he wants to ask or say?"

Dean asked Taylor.

"No." Was all that Taylor said.

Dean loosened his grip. "Do you know where documents are? Is there anything you want him to know before he goes?"

Taylor slowly stood up. "The documents are in my house.. that blew up. If I try to talk to him, I'm going to get in his head and I'm going to kill him. You said I can't so no, there isn't anything I want to do or say. Just get it over with."

Bobby and Dean traded glances.

Taylor turned on his heel and went back to the house.

Dean cleared his throat. "Dad, he is having energy bursts. There is a circle in Bobby's yard. He moved cars, several cars in one burst. It is pure anger and he is barely holding it in."

John looked toward the cabin. He walked back in and stood over Craig. "I want him to suffer. I want to take my time and enjoy getting payback for what he did."

"Dad?"

"I'm not a hypocrite."

Dean jumped at the gun shot but didnt speak.

"I'll be home after I dump him." John said.

Dean's heart was racing. "Shit, Taylor's grandmother."

John hummed low in his throat. "Talk to Bobby." He hung up the phone and went outside to figure out what to do with Craig.

Dean was stunned.

Kate was sitting on the porch with her head in her hands.

Dean looked around for Taylor but he had gone in the house. "Hey, what's going on here?" He said and sat beside Kate.

Kate sniffled. "If I had not made him mad, he wouldn't have shot me and he wouldn't have killed Misty and skipped town and rigged the house. Dean, Bobby and Sam could have died."

Dean pulled her to him. "You didn't cause this. I thought I was pretty clear why you got in trouble."

"You were. I just can't help it. Taylor's life is in shambles and I just made it worse." Kate hiccupped.

"Not thinking through letting him shoot you and taking into consideration that he could have hit your heart is one thing. This is something no one could have thought through. You are forgiven for earlier and I want you to stop dwelling on it." Dean said and smoothed her hair.

Kate wiped her face on his shirt.

Dean patted her and shifted. "I don't want to lose track of Taylor."

Kate let him go. "Okay."

Bobby was listening to the police scanner in his office. He met eyes with Dean.

"What are they saying?" Dean asked.

Bobby sighed. "I'm going to go into town and see for myself."

"Where is Taylor?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. "He was with Sam."

Dean found Sam. "Where is Taylor?"

Sam grimaced. "I thought he was with you."

Dean swore under his breath. He looked around the house. The last thing Taylor needed was to run away. He started to go to his car but took off toward the sink hole instead.

Kate looked at Sam. "I guess it is just you and me."

Sam held his arm out for her. "Are you okay?"

"No. Are you?" Kate asked.

"No." Sam answered.

"How are the ears?" Kate asked.

"Normal. Thank you."

Kate rested her head on him. "I'm scared."

"I know. It is over. Craig is gone." Sam soothed her.

"The police are probably looking for Taylor." Kate said.

Sam blew air through his nose. "Right, they don't know if he was in the house or not and will be searching for him. I'll call Bobby."

"Then what if CPS tries to take him? He is scared and hurting."

Sam sighed. "I don't know." He put the phone to his ear. "Bobby, they are going to be looking for Taylor. What do we do?"

Bobby grumbled. He was looking at a wall of flames that used to be a house. "I'll call Marie."

Sam let him go and put the phone down beside him.

Bobby called Marie. He had, unfortunately, a good deal of experience with giving people bad news. "Marie, this is Bobby Singer."

Marie had been out in her garden when the phone rang. "Hi, Bobby."

"Has anyone called you yet?" Bobby asked.

"No. What is wrong?" Marie was suddenly concerned.

"Marie, I am so sorry to tell you this. Craig got out of the hospital and attacked the kids when they went by the house. They are okay. He left explosives' in the house and left. Misty is. Misty is no longer with us." Bobby said.

Marie sat down before she hit the ground. "Where are Taylor and David?"

"David has been living with his friend. He wasn't in the house. Taylor is with us. This is all complicated and I can't even begin to explain it all right now but I'm looking at the house and it is a complete loss. The authorities are looking for Taylor. I need to know where he is supposed to go in this situation."

Marie had broken down at the news and her mind was fuzzy. "Here. I'm supposed to take him."

"He is not doing too good right about now. If protective services takes him for the night, I'm afraid of what will happen. We need to get him found as soon as possible." Bobby said.

Marie grabbed her keys. "I'm on my way over there. He wont be going with anyone. Thank you, Bobby."

Bobby called Sam back. "We need to let them know Taylor was with us."

Sam looked outside. "Dean hasn't found him yet."

"I'm on my way home. I'll be there in a bit."

Dean could see Taylor before he got to the rock. He slowed down and scaled the rockface.

Taylor didn't turn to look at him. He was looking at his hands. "It wont go away."

Dean sat down beside him. "Police are going to be looking for you."

Taylor flicked his fingers and knocked small rocks down the embankment. "I'll get my stuff."

Dean touched his arm. "You aren't going anywhere. We just need to let them know you weren't in the house. We need a story."

Taylor cupped his hands. "Okay."

Dean was thinking quickly. "Throw some fishing gear in the car and say we went fishing."

Taylor stood up. "Okay."

"Do you need to cool down first?" Dean asked.

Taylor stared at him blankly.

"You have every right to be pissed off but we can't have you making a crater in the middle of town." Dean said.

Taylor's eyes flashed blue.

"Tell me what you need." Dean said.

Taylor's eyes went back to their normal hue. "If he is dead, police are going to be looking for him too. They shouldn't be looking for a ghost. That takes up time they could use for someone who actually needs it."

Dean rubbed his face. "Dad knows what he is doing. He can make it look like an accident or suicide."

"Alright." Taylor said and started to climb back down.

Dean followed him. "If you feel your ability starting back up, let me know. Your eyes glow when that happens."

Taylor spun around. "Dean, I have been faking being okay for years. I think I can handle it for another day."

Dean stepped back and put his hands up.

They walked back to the house and Dean grabbed fishing gear. He looked at the impala. "Maybe we should take a car that doesn't have weapons in it."

Taylor looked around. "Are you going to survive driving something else?"

Dean furrowed his brows and then smirked. "Don't say I never did nothing for you." He walked over to one of the old trucks. "This would make sense to go fishing in." He threw the reels in the back of the truck and found the keys. "Are you sure you are going to be okay doing this?"

Taylor blinked. "I'm already doing it aren't I? Regardless of how or when I found out, my mom is dead, Craig ran and my house blew up." He got into the truck and leaned his head back.

Dean sent out messages so everyone would know what was going on. They drove into town and parked down the street. There was caution tape and a crowd. "You don't need to see it."

Taylor got out of the truck and started walking. "Gotta make it convincing." He ducked under the caution tape and ran toward the house.

Dean ran after him.

Taylor was stopped by an officer. "Let me go! That is my house!"

The officer restrained him so he didn't run into the house. "You are Taylor?"

Taylor nodded, seemingly distraught.

Dean caught up. "Hey, don't hold him like that." He pulled Taylor and walked with the officer to a patrol car.

Taylor let Dean put his arm around his shoulders.

The officer spoke into his radio to let the others know that Taylor had been found. He asked them questions and then told them he was going to take them to the station.

Taylor assured Dean that he would be okay to ride in the patrol car and for Dean to follow them.

Dean reluctantly ran back to the truck and drove straight there. He called John on the short drive to get an update on his plans.

Taylor got out of the car when the officer let him out. He was quiet and subdued. He didn't want to say too much and was thankful that shock was an appropriate reaction.

Dean got to the station and ran inside. He saw Taylor and went to him.

The officer took them to a room and shut the door as he left.

"Why are we in an interrogation room?" Taylor asked.

Dean nudged him. "This isn't the place they bring criminals. There's a couch."

A half hour went by and no one had entered the room. Taylor was antsy and felt trapped. With no distraction, reality was hitting him.

They both looked up when they heard voices increasing in volume outside the door. "Well go tell him then! You have a boy in here and you haven't so much as asked if he wanted a drink of water."

"If you haven't noticed the shit show out there, we are a little busy."

"There are enough officers at the scene already. diots!" The female officer yelled.

Dean and Taylor were equally surprised when the door opened and a young officer walked in with a basket and two cups.

Her voice was much softer. "I'm sorry about my colleagues. " She sat the basket down and gave Taylor a cup. "It is just water but I'd be happy to get what ever you like. I'm sorry that they left you in here like this. You can have any of those snacks in that basket. Anything you could possibly need, I will make sure you get it." She handed the other cup to Dean. "I hope you like back coffee."

Taylor traded looks with Dean. "Thank you, Ma'am."

Dean stammered. "Uh, yes. Thank you." He looked at her name tag. "Officer Mills."

She scoffed and gave them a warm smile. "I'm much to young to be a ma'am. Jody is fine."