*Requested by Benoight Langson*

Jordan- 11

One day Jordan was at school, she had went to her first class for the day and a moment later her friend Makayla had came in the class. The young girl was limping and she was very depressed, when Jordan had seen her she got concerned. What happened with her friend? She was just fine a day ago and now this. What was going on?

Makayla had sat next to her friend it hurt when she took her backpack off her shoulder, she hissed in pain and the whole time Jordan looked at her concerned.

"Are you ok Makayla?" Jordan asked her friend.

"I'm fine, just fell down the stairs last night". Makayla replied, pain filled her voice.

The eleven year old didn't believe that, she knew that her friend was lying but decided to not chase it. After their class all the kids headed to lunch and then recess. It wasn't cold anymore it was a nice spring day.

When Jordan seen her friend sitting by herself wearing a sweater she got more concerned she headed over to her friend and sat down.

"Hi Jo". Makayla spoke softly.

"Hi. What's wrong?" Jordan replies.

"I'm not allowed to say".

"If you tell me I can help you".

"If I do, you can't and repeat can't tell anyone".

Jordan swallowed hard, she couldn't break a promise to her friend but if she was in trouble she had to tell someone.

"I won't".

Makayla took her sweater off, and Jordan gasped, she saw bruises littering her arms, she saw bruises on parts of her legs. The young girl's stomach twisted in knots the whole time, is this what her father had to do at work? It was no wonder why he acted the way he acted after a case involving children.

"What happened?"

"My dad, ever since my mom died he hits me and does all this. I don't know what to do Jo, if I say what's going on they're gonna take me and I don't have no other family".

"Being taken away is a lot better than being hit, I know people who could help".

"Really?"

"Yeah. My dad's a cop, so are two of my godparents. I can talk to one of them".

"I don't know Jo".

"I'm going to the District after school, I can talk to one of them".

"I don't want my dad to find out, he has a nasty temper".

"So does my dad. I'm going to talk to one of them as soon as I get there".

"What do I do in the meantime?"

"Act as if you never told me, if you feel like you're in trouble or you are in trouble call me".

"Thanks Jo".

"Anytime".

The school day was over and Jordan headed to the District, her mind kept going back to her friend. How can someone do that to a kid? How was her father and the others able to stomach that? She now knew why he was the way he was after cases that involved children.

After a ten minute walk to the District the young girl headed inside, she waved to a few of the patrolman. Trudy was at her desk finishing giving out orders to her officers, she looked to see her goddaughter.

"Hey sweetheart, how was school?" Trudy says.

"It was ok. Is my dad or any of the others here?" Jordan replied.

"No, they're on a case. Why what's wrong?"

"It's about my friend Makayla, her dad he…he hurts her a lot. She said it started right after her mom died. Aunt Trudy its real bad".

"When'd she tell you this?"

"Today at recess. She doesn't know what to do, she's scared, I told her to call me if she gets in trouble".

Before Trudy could say anything Jordan's phone rang and she answered it.

-Hello. Jordan answered.

-Jo….its me…I need help. Makayla replied sobbing.

-Makayla what's wrong?

-My dad….he's home from work early and he lost it.

-Listen to me. Calm down and hide somewhere until my aunt can send someone.

-Are you sure that'll work?

-Do you trust me?

-Yes.

-Hide until help comes.

Trudy was already on her radio getting officers out there, when the phone when out Jordan looked to her godmother.

"Aunt Trudy". Jordan's voice became worried.

"I already sent a unit out there".

"How can someone do that?"

"I don't know honey".

"She's just a kid. Why do people do stuff like that?"

"I couldn't tell you".

The eleven year old rounded the desk and started her homework, about ten minutes later they brought in a frantic man. He was fighting to get away from the patrol officers but couldn't, Jordan looked to see Makayla's father she shrank down so he wouldn't see her. Trudy looked down to see her goddaughter looking upset she put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You did a good thing sweetheart now he'll never hurt her or anyone else again".

"She made me promise not to tell but I talked her into getting help".

"And now she won't get hurt anymore. Hey I got a friend who works for children services, I'll make sure Makayla goes to a loving home".

"Thanks Aunt Trudy".

"Anytime sweetheart".

Jordan went about finishing her homework while Trudy made a few calls. A couple of hours had went by and the Intelligence team had returned after finishing their case, Hank saw his little girl laying across two chairs fast asleep and headed over to Trudy's desk.

"Hey". Trudy greeted him.

"Hey. How long has Jo been asleep?" Hank replied.

"Not that long. You have an amazing daughter Hank, she did an amazing thing today".

Looking at his daughter curiously. "What she do?"

"Her friend was being abused and she talked her friend into getting help, Jo told me. I had the father arrested and I made some calls to a few people over at DCFS".

Hank had a proud smile on his face, his little girl had put others before herself just like he did. He knew that he was raising her right. He headed over and gently shook her shoulder. The eleven year old felt someone shaking her blindly she opened her eyes to see her father.

"Dad? What's going on?" Jordan asked, her voice heavy with sleep.

"Time to go home baby". Hank replied with a smile.

Getting up from the chairs, the eleven year old gathered her stuff and hugged her godmother then left with her father. As Hank drove he stayed quiet the whole ride, he wanted to talk to his daughter but not in the car.

The father and daughter finally arrived home for the night, once they got inside and got settled. Hank decided to order in for dinner so he ordered pizza, while they waited for it the older father spoke.

"So Trudy told me what you did for your friend, I'm very proud of you for doing that sweetheart".

"Makayla, she wanted me to keep it a secret but I talked to her into letting me tell someone and I was gonna tell you or one of the others but I told Aunt Trudy".

"And now her father will never be able to hurt her ever again".

"Is that what you do? Put people like that in jail?"

"Yeah".

"Why do people do that though? Hurt kids?"

"I don't know honey".

"Makayla said that her dad started doing it after her mom died". Jordan paused for a moment before continuing. "Would you ever do that to me or Justin?".

That had stabbed Hank in the heart, where would she get an idea like that? Taking a deep breath he looked at his little girl.

"Come here baby".

Jordan sat next to her father and he pulled her close, she snuggled into his side he kissed her head and held onto her.

"Sweetheart, I want you to listen and listen to me carefully. I'd never ever do anything to hurt you or you're brother, you two mean more to me than anything".

"It's just he did after her mom died".

"When I lost my first wife, Justin's mom, I admit I done a lot of things I shouldn't have. One thing I never did, I never took it out on Justin. Then I met your mom and we had you, when you were a baby you're mom died and from that point on I had to do whatever it took to keep you and you're brother safe. No matter what I had to do to keep the two of you safe I did it. Sweetie, no matter how angry or upset I get, I'd never hurt you or Justin. You two are everything to me".

Jordan then hugged her father tightly around his midsection. "I love you daddy".

Hank held onto his baby girl. "I love you too baby".

A couple of days had passed and when Jordan went to school she was eager to see if Makayla was there but she wasn't. She knew her friend must have been moved to her new foster home and been adjusting to everything.

One afternoon Jordan was out of school and she headed to the District as usual, when she got inside she seen two adults at the front desk talking with her godmother and there was a young girl. Trudy looked back and seen her goddaughter.

"There she is now". Trudy says with a smile.

Jordan was a bit confused but when the three people turned around, she broke into a smile as Makayla ran and hugged her.

"Thank you so much Jordan". Makayla said.

"You're welcome. Who's this?" Jordan replies.

"These are my foster parents, Mark and Rose Howard".

"It's nice to meet you Jordan". Mark said.

"It's great to meet you". Rose spoke next.

"It's nice to meet you too".

"Maybe Jo could come over sometime and hang out". Makayla suggested.

"I think we can arrange that". Rose says.

The three left while Jordan went over to her godmother and sat in her usual spot, the eleven year old looked up at Trudy.

"Is she gonna be ok?" Jordan asked concerned.

"She'll be just fine. I ran their backgrounds myself there's nothing I don't know about them". Trudy answered her goddaughter.

"Thanks for helping Aunt Trudy".

"You're welcome honey".

The young girl started her homework as a smile was planted on her face, she was glad that she was able to help her friend get out of that kind of situation. She felt like her father for a moment and knew that's what she wanted to do when she got older help people just like he did. Jordan was gonna follow in her father's footsteps and become the best cop there ever was, after all she had the best teachers in her life helping her.