"Get your little ass over here, you little shit!"

Jordan yanked Michael out of his house and flipped him on his stomach, twisting his arm behind his back and sitting on him. "You've screwed me for the last time. You framed me, didn't you?"

"Get off me!"

"Stop being a little bitch and answer me! Did you frame me?!"

"Yes! Yes! I did it! I was pissed at you for putting me in jail, some guy helped me get out, and we planned on framing you. I knew your school schedule. I followed you to chemistry; I knocked you out and set the fire. I left you behind to make it seem like you set the fire."

"A guy helped you? What guy? What'd he look like? Tall, African American, black hair, mustache?"

"How did you know?"

"Don't you remember, I'm my father's child. And you just screwed me for the last time."

"Jordan!"

She looked to see Antonio, Kim, Kelly, and Casey approaching her. "How did you find me?"

"We figured out Michael framed you; he was just released. We had a feeling he'd be home," Antonio said. "You can let him go."

She got up, got Michael off the ground, and pushed him over to Kim. "He confessed; he framed me because I put him in jail."

"Is that true?" Kelly asked Michael.

"Yes. I was pissed, and I wanted to hurt her the way she had hurt me; she ruined my life, so I wanted to ruin hers. I was beaten up every day the entire time I was in prison. I knew about her being the kid of a cop, especially Voight's kid. She'd get worse than me."

Jordan was ready to go at him till Antonio put a hand up to stop her. "Kim, you're good to take him to the car. Kelly, Casey, can I talk to Jordan for a minute?"

Kim cuffed Michael and took him to the car, with Kelly and Casey following. Antonio had to pause and gather his thoughts as he rubbed his temples. He knew dealing with Jordan was practically dealing with another Hank.

"You're pissed," Jordan said quietly.

"Have you lost your mind entirely? You escaped police custody! You had half the city looking for you; your father is out of his mind, worried sick about you!" Antonio exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I had to clear my name. He shouldn't have had to clean up another one of my messes. I can clean up my messes."

"I know you can." He softened his voice. "But Jo, getting arrested and escaping police custody is very serious. You're lucky we found you first before anyone had. They would have hauled you off to prison."

"I'm sorry, all I could think about was clearing my name. I knew it was risky and took a huge chance of getting caught. I was desperate to clear my name. Does my dad know?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm dead"

"We did tell him that you were indeed framed, and Michael was the one that did it. He might be coming here, and we gave him a heads-up. We all had a feeling you'd find Michael before we did. We didn't know who'd get here first."

"I'm sorry, Tonio"

"Just don't ever do anything that crazy again."

"I promise."

"Come here, kid." Antonio wrapped her in a hug, and Jordan hugged him.

"Jordan!"

Jordan heard the very familiar gruff voice and looked to see her father and Erin coming. Antonio let her go as she walked to her father, and Hank immediately wrapped his daughter in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Jordan muttered. "You shouldn't have to clean up my messes."

"I'm your father. That's my job, sweetheart. What were you thinking when you escaped?"

"I wanted to clear my name myself; I'm sorry. So what happens now? Am I gonna go to jail?"

"Let's go down to the station and sort it all out. And no escaping this time."

Jordan chuckled. "I promise, Dad"