I WAS SET ON FIRE, ALL OF ME SHOULD BE GONE

  Lydia let out a small breath of air and looked down at her lap, shoulders lifting in the briefest shrug. She’d never had to admit that she wasn’t okay to anyone; she’d been great at hiding it when she was breaking inside, so letting herself vent to Jordan was strange, but maybe it would help. “Fine, I’m not okay. How could I be?” She whispered, slowly turning to look at him again. "Look at all the shit that has hit the fan in the last little while."

Jordan watched her, he knew Lydia wasn't the type  to openly admit that she wasn't okay. He wasn't going to force her to talk  but when she started to talk, the young deputy tilted his head  and listened to her. "None of this is your fault though..." He said with a frown because that was how it sounded to him, like she was blaming herself for certain things. "We've all been through a lot, you've been through a lot." He gave her a small smile, "I'm here for you if you need me, Lydia."

  oh….  thanks Jordan…   uh…   hey…  can you do me a favor? 

"It depends on what it is..." Jordan said with a raised eyebrow.

  Malia followed on after, sticking close when she heard foot steps following.  Wolves…Supernaturals, she could deal with. Assassins, she could just about cope with. Freakin’ crazy humans? Those freaked her out the most. “Parrish? Jordan. I can hear  them coming.” She whispered.

Jordan stopped at her words and turned to look at her, he knew she could hear so he took her at her word. He put his finger to his lips and gestured to a room across the hall. He gently tugged on her hand lightly, making his way with her across the hall and into the room, shutting the door. He could hear people coming down the hall they'd just been stood in. "Keep quiet...." Jordan said tugging her behind him as he got out his gun.

"Yeah....then I was alive again...so...he's helping me."

She’ll answer him with a mouthful of cookie, obviously forgetting it’s ‘rude’ to try and talk with food in your mouth. So long as Malia  manages to keep her claws away while stepping into his house everything should be fine. 

Jordan laughed a little and smiled over at her, thankful for her help as they made their way to  the car. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

Jordan looked at him, eyebrow quirking slightly as he looked over at the teen. "No you can't go....people are thinking of pressing charges here Liam...." He said as he opened his file and looked over some photos from the damage. Jordan shook his head and looked over at Liam, "What happened? I don't think you're a bad kid Liam, at all but...this. This is serious."