how to save a life (RYKER FAMILY)

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Warrant in hand, Grace was seeing red. She wasn't the brightest of people, but she wasn't completely stupid either. She was being sent to the house that up until this past weekend, Ben, Megan, Hayleigh, and Matt were living. And, the warrant was for statutory rape, child molestation, child abuse, and child endangerment, as well as unlawful arrest. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that her boyfriend's family had been victims. And it made her mad. Of course, she didn't say anything when she was given the assignment. She would have been pulled from the case, for conflict of interest. And she wanted to take down the bastard.

As she parked the squad car and got out, she wondered if he would run or resist arrest. Honestly, she hoped that he would. She wanted to flip him and taze his ass. Actually, she would love to put a bullet in him, but knew she couldn't do that unless he had a gun and opened fire, or took one of the kids as hostage.

She walked up to the front door, knocking loudly, with authority. Her hand held onto the warrant, in case he wanted to see it. She looked around before knocking again. Today was a good day. She loved days that she got to kick ass and take names.

[Skyla June Ryker]

Skyla had been in the living room, sitting on the couch. The ten year old only wore a long t-shirt, no pants, but was wearing underwear. She was watching TV since her daddy had given her permission for being such a good little girl. He did not beat her like he usually would. Today, she did not fight it. Today, she gave in to what her father had wanted from her. Sex. She hated giving in. But what else could she do? She was a little girl. He was a man. So much stronger than herself. He finally let her get dressed and leave his bedroom just a half an hour before. And then he went down into the basement. And she heard the lock click as her daddy locked the door. Skyla was now sitting on the couch, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Her face was red from crying. She had waited until her daddy was in the basement to start crying. Or she would be hit just for that simple fact.

And that was when she heard a loud knock on the door. She jumped and looked around. She did not move from the spot that she was in. After the third knock, she heard her daddy. “Skyla! Get that damn door already!” He didn't sound too happy with her. She whimpered as she turned off her cartoon and got to her feet. She walked over to the door and opened it. But only enough to peek out the door. She did not open it all the way. “Who are you?” she automatically asked.

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Grace looked down at the girl, noting the way that she was dressed. It was highly inappropriate. Why wasn’t she wearing pants or a skirt or something? Grace folded the warrant, slipping it underneath the hemline of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing her uniform today, because she was told that it might be best if she didn’t. She smiled at her, squatting down to get at eye level with her. “Hi, there. I’m one of your dads special friends. Is he here?” She was lying to a kid. Oh, well. Anything that got her inside that house. And even if her plan went wrong, she knew how to handle herself. After all, if Grace could flip her dad, she can definitely handle this jackass. There weren’t to many men out there bigger than Jay Hogart. She had her hair parted to side and was wearing a rather revealing black halter top. She had met Jonathon once before, when Chance was staying here. Of course, back then, she had been in her police uniform. Hopefully, he would not recognize her. After all, it was only for five minutes and that was almost a month ago.

She knew her plan. Get in the house, get him far away from his children, and then sprang the handcuffs and warrant on him. Even though she was in a mini skirt, she was confident in herself. She could definitely do this. She had never liked him. From the minute she saw him, Grace felt that something was off about him. She didn’t want to say anything to Chance about it. She was worried he would think that it was silly. But really, her intuition had been telling her that he was not a good man. And as it turned out, she was right. But the thing was, if being right meant all this, she wasn’t glad to be right in the least. And all she could think of was how relieved she was that Chance was never attacked by this sicko. As far as she knew, anyways.