Disclaimer: When we left, Matt had a gun pointed at his head and Faith was with Kari.

A/N: I know I kind of left the song hanging but couldn't figure out how to continue it with the story but it's slowly taking form in my head. (^_^;;

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Matt stared into Rick's eyes, daring him to do something stupid. He was watching the barrel of the gun carefully, mentally noting Rick's hand was shaking. 'Where's the damn phone,' Matt thought hearing it ring in the distance. Apparently, Rick had heard it to and tossed it to Matt.
"Ishida." He ground out. As soon as he had answered the phone the other person had hung up. "Well, they hung up. Imagine that. The inconsideration of people these days." Matt said a little too smugly for Rick's liking. The once friendly gaze that Rick had was gone; Matt noticed for the first time, it was replaced by an icy cold stare. The gun was still in his hand but was no longer shaking. In his left hand Matt saw a fist full of steak knives. Fear flashed but was quickly forgotten and replaced by determination as he looked Rick in the eye once again.

If you were to ask

My wife would just laugh

"You won't live to see another day Ishida, how does it feel to know that you'll never see your precious little Faith again? I bet you're afraid, aren't you. You're afraid that you'll never see her, that she will have to cope with your death and Jerry's."
"What the heck are you talking about? Jerry's back at headquarters."
"No he's not. He's six feet under right now, rotting underground in his suit. I killed him and now I'll kill you." Rick laughed and pulled the trigger. Matt dove behind the couch. Edging his way to the kitchen between knives and bullets he pressed the silent alarm and grabbed his other gun from behind the plates in the cupboard above the stove.
"You really shouldn't keep loaded weapons laying around for a child to find Yamato."
"I believe you are out of bullets."
"That may be true but yours isn't loaded." Rick returned.
"Doesn't have to be. You know me better than most so you should know that I always have a clip in my pocket." Matt grinned watching a flash of fear cross Rick's eyes.

* * Heighten View Terrace Police Station * *

"Kamiya, we have an alarm in the Heighten View Apartments. Room 1148 12th floor." The chief relayed to Tai's retreating back.

* * Matt's Apartment * *

"You're going to die so why not just get it over with." Rick taunted. By this time both magazines were empty and the knives were wedged so fat into the walls that neither of the two could get them out.
About three minutes later Tai arrived and saw the digaurded weapons and broken lamps scattered about the rooms.
"Did a hurricane streak through here or something?" he asked walking over to an exhausted Matt and unconscious Rick.
"Tai, all I'm saying is when I turned around there was a gun in face. I don't appreciate that. Where's Kari?" Matt relayed to Tai.
"At the park with Faith. Why?"
"Because I need to speak with Faith." Matt stated turning to leave as Tai wrapped everything up in his apartment.
Walking down the street Matt saw the digidestined where Tai said they were, in the park. He walked over the lush green grass and through the tall trees until he reached the playing field where he saw Faith and the children playing happily.

She'd say "I know all about men

How when tough little boys grow up to be dads

They turn into big babies again"

He dreaded telling his daughter the news but knew it had to be done. Jerry was dead and they were both going to have to deal with it sooner or later. He walked slowly over the small crevice and past the group. He looked quite worn out and forlorn to them and he knew it but didn't care.

Well I know one day, I'll give you away

And I'm gonna stand there and smile

And when I get home, and I'm all alone

Well, I'll sit in your room for a while

Faith looked over at the approaching figure and her face fell as she recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same look that he had when two of W.O.O.H.P.'s agents were killed on their last mission.

Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died

At least not in front of my friends

She ran up to her father as he dropped to his knee to catch her as she cried softly.
"Can we go home now daddy. I don't feel like playing no more." She managed softly and barely audible through her whimpering. Looking into her eyes he nodded and they started to walk away.
"Wait in the car alright sweetie." Matt told her quietly. He watched her climb into the mustang as he walked over to the group and Kari's questioning eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"Give me a call later and I'll tell you all about it." He said as he turned to leave.
"Yamato Ishida you are going to tell me where you are taking my daughter now." Kari fumed at him.
"Not right now."
"Ishida." She said threateningly.
"Look I know you don't want to hear it but she doesn't need you right now." He told her quietly but firm.
"Then who does she need Matt? Who?"
"Jerry, and he was shot earlier in the week and I just found out today. Don't push it." He warned and walked away to his car and Faith.

But when tough little boys grow up to be dads

They turn into big babies again

Kari watched him walk towards his car and let his words sink in. He was right, she didn't want to hear it, she had to hear it. His words stung, yes, but they were the truth. The look on his face was unmistakable. She knew he didn't want to tell her like this but he had to. There was sadness and anger in his eyes when he looked at her but it was directed at someone else. That much she knew. She watched as the car speed of into the distance.

When tough little boys grow up to be dads

They turn into big babies again.

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A/N: Something I forgot in the last chapter is I don't own the song it's property of Gary Allan. Nor do I own the characters.