A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reviewing. I have to make a couple things clear. To Cookiemonster26. I want to say concerning your review that there is too much slang and cursing. Let me remind you that there is a PG13 rating on this story, and it takes place in Brooklyn. Don't expect Sesame Street stories with PG13 ratings...For your criticism on my plot, um, I'm writing the story, so I should be the one making the decisions. I wasn't very pleased about your review but thanks for taking the time. For the future, I would appreciate no flaming, if I make a mistake I'll fix it. Thanks so much everyone, and enjoy!

Ch 4


Michael was embarrassed by only having boxers on when he let Jessica in. "Come on in...", he told her. "Let me put on a pair of jeans and a tee. Make yourself comfortable, sit on the couch." With that, Jessica sat down.

"You live by yourself?", she asked.

"Yes..well not exactly", he replied from his room. "Me and my best bud Jake live together. He sleeps with me every night." He knew that Jessica would get the wrong idea.

"Umm, did I come at a bad time?", she asked. He emerged from the room zippering up his fly.

"No...he wants to meet you anyways...", he told her. He brought Jake up from his room. He was a full grown Bull dog, that Michael got when he first moved into his apartment.

"Oh...", she said as she laughed. Jessica took off her shoes. Michael got anxious when her flowery dress slid up her legs. Each time he saw her, she became more attractive to him. She played with Jake for a while, and Michael broke their silence.

"So..how did you find my apartment?", she asked.

"Well, you are in the yellow pages.", she reminded him.

'God, I'm an idiot.', he thought. 'Ok, what do I say now?'

"So do you want anything to drink?", he asked. "I've got sprite, water, milk, juice, and New York's finest...Coke."

"I'll take the coke then...", she told him. Jessica knew that he was anxious. Probably about that kiss she shared with him the month before.

"Michael...don't feel intimidated about the kiss. I was totally outta line.", she told him. He set the coke down on the table.

"It's not that, Jessica. You are gorgeous, funny, street smart...Why would you fall for me, you're only 16...", he explained. "I could get fired, put in jail..I'd lose out for falling for you."

She sipped her coke, and said, "I can't help it. Every time I am in trouble, or hurt, you are there..I can't help but fall in love with a man who protects me.."

"Then why were you with Julio?", he asked. She looked away from him, making it obvious that she didn't want to talk about him, also Michael realizes that he was out of line.

"I'm sorry...", he apologized.

"I made bad mistakes...Julio was only one of them..", she told him.

"I got to go to bed soon. I'm up at four in the morning.", he told her trying to change the subject. "I'm sure you have school tomorrow, too."

"Yea...", she said. He got off the couch and made himself some tea. It was an Irish thing. His parents were both from Ireland, immigrants from the west, in Galway. His father was a police man, and his mother was a cleaning lady. Michael followed his father's footsteps. When the kettle was boiling he went to the bathroom. He came out a found a sleeping Jessica on the couch. He felt as if she forced herself to sleep on the couch. Michael drank his tea, covered Jessica with a blanket and went to bed with Jake. THE NEXT MORNING:

Michael was up at four in the morning, and found Jessica had gone. She left a note on the blanket.


Thanks for the blanket, sorry about last night.


Michael dressed and got his coffee and went to work. John greeted him with a case on a sexual assault "We got a freak pedophile, and a twelve year old boy, figure it out for yourself..."

Michael was in his office when he got a phonecall. "Reilly", he answered.

"Yo, shit head. Yo be messin round wit ma girl I'll cut yo neck off.", a mysterious voice said. Michael made an acute face and turned on the voice recorder.

"I'm sorry, what?", he said so that the person would repeat it and get recorded.

"You heard me, prick. I'll cut yo neck off with a fuckin' knife. You won't know what hit you."

"Who's th..", he was interrupted by a destructive sound and a the person hanging up.

"Yo John, get in here..", Michael yelled. John walked in and Michael played the tape.

"Who the hell is that?", John asked.

"I have no idea."

"Did you get a location from the phone?", he asked.

"Yea, it's 212-555-0989. That's definitely in the city anyways..", Michael replied.

"What about that Julio guy? ", he asked.

"No, he's in prison..It could be someone jealous of..", Michael stopped, he didn't want John to think he was involved with Jessica. Because he wasn't....

"Wait...Michael don't get involved with her...she's 16...", John warned.

"No, no, no, no, no..", Michael replied. "You're getting the wrong idea.."

"Alright, well we'll get this straightened out later..."

Michael was getting anxious that this situation with Jessica. The closer he got to her the more he was threatened.