A/N: I don't own SWAT or anything like that; if I did, I wouldn't be writing stories on the internet for fun....if you get my idea

I hope you like this story; I know the beginning is slow, but I do promise that it will get much more interesting as the story...unfolds.


Chapter 1:

Megan Street was sitting in her room one Saturday morning when she heard the shouts. The shouts had been becoming more and more frequent over the past few months. Her mom and dad were at each others' throats almost every day since the suspected 'affair'.

The shouts finally stopped. "Megan, come out here please." Her mom said quietly. Megan thought that she already knew what was coming.

Megan slowly walked out of her bedroom and made her way into the small kitchen. She hated her brother for leaving her with her dysfunctional parents. Ever since Jim left to go to LA to join the SWAT team, her life had gone from semi-okay to horrible. Her parents blamed Jim for leaving them when money was tight. Megan, 15, could only work three days a week and manage school as well.

"Yes?" she asked slowly. Her mother was sitting at the old, rotted kitchen table, wearing an old white spaghetti strap and sweats. Megan's mother had always been rather petite, but these past few months had really put stress on her and she was almost on the point of anorexic. She was drinking a cup of extra strong coffee. Her hair was black and came to her shoulders. However, today, her hair was oily and unkept.

Megan's dad was in an old t-shirt and jeans; his unshaven face wasn't quite long enough to be considered a beard, however, it was definitely longer than stubble. He was standing in the corner of the kitchen by the window overlooking the train tracks.

"Sweetie, there is something we need to tell you. Honey, your daddy and I have decided to...to get a.....honey..."

Megan's dad, never a patient man, especially not when he was suffering from a hangover, cut off her mom and finished the sentence for her. "Megan, your mother and I have decided to get a divorce."

WOW! Try hitting someone with a hammer and watch their face when they fall to the ground: that is exactly what Megan looked like. Her entire, yet fragile world had suddenly been crashed into a thousand pieces. Her parents' relationship had always been very sensitive; her dad was always drinking and her mother was always doing drugs; but she never thought that they would actually get a divorce.

"What?!" Megan yelled, her reverie suddenly snapped. "What do you mean? You can't do this to me!"

Megan stood up so quickly that she knocked the small kitchen table over, including her mother's coffee; but Megan didn't care. Her entire world was ruined. She got up and fled to her room, ignoring her father's shouts to come back. She slammed herself against her door and bolted it shut.

As she sank to the floor, shaking with tears, she couldn't help but blame her brother for leaving her here; in this hellhole. Why couldn't he take her with him? They had always been close to each other. But instead of taking her to LA with him, he had left her in this wooden shack outside of Trenton, New Jersey with two people who didn't have their own lives together; let alone their daughter's life.

"Megan, open up right now, we need to talk!" Megan's dad yelled through the door. "I swear Megan, if you don't open this fricken door right now, I swear I am gonna beat you until you are blue!!"

"Don't yell at her Mark!!" Her mother yelled at her dad, "Leave her be!! She'll come out when she is ready!!"

Her dad didn't put up a fight, he just yelled several profanities, all aimed at Megan, and then stormed out and slammed the front door shut.

Once her dad left the house, Megan came out of her room and went into the living room where her mom was crumpled down in the corner next to the t.v. "Mom?" she asked, coming over to her mom and wrapping her arm around her.

"Sweetie, it's okay. It's going to be okay." Said her mom through her sobs. "I am going to call your brother and have you stay with him for a while; until this whole mess is settled, k?"

"Are you sure, mom? I mean, I don't mind staying here and helping you both get everything settled."

"You are very sweet, Megan. You don't need to be a part of this. I will call your brother in just a second. There is no place during a divorce for a fifteen-year-old girl. I have

already booked you on a flight out to LA."

"Mom! How can we afford that? I mean, we don't have that kind of money."

"I have been saving money for a while, and I am using that to send you to LA; it was going to be your money for your car next year; but we will just have to wait a little longer on your car."

"Mom, you have been saving money for me?"

"Yes, and I have another account for your college; your father doesn't know about either funds, he would just use them to buy beer with. No, I have your tickets, and I have already talked it over with your dad, and you leave tomorrow at 2 pm."

Megan was on a plane the very next day at 2:00, and arrived at the Los Angeles Airport a few hours later. She walked out into the hot, LA sunshine; searching for Jim. After searching for twenty minutes all over the airport for her older brother, she finally just caught a cab and took it to Jim's apartment on the beach.

She ended up sitting outside his doorstep for five hours; waiting for her big brother to come home.

Jim was hanging out at his favorite bar after work; with Chris and the rest of the SWAT team. Little did he know that he had a message on his answering machine from his mom saying that his little sister would be coming; and little did he know that his little sister was waiting outside of his home right now; 9:45 pm, a pretty 15 year-old girl alone. That was smart.

"Whoa!" Jim yelled as he toppled out of his bar stool, having just a little too much fun flirting with the bar hostess.

"Are you okay, Jim?" Chris asked through giggles. Their other colleagues were roaring with glee at Jim's expense.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I think that I had better head home."

"Huh? You can't leave now, Jim. The fun is just beginning!" said Hondo.

"Well, I have to get up early tomorrow, I am gonna go, guys." He said as he made his way out of the door.

"Later, party-pooper!!" Chris yelled as Jim left the bar.

Jim made his way into his car and started his drive back to his little apartment on the beach. Little did he know that his little sister had managed to pick the lock and was waiting, asleep, in his bed, for her brother to finally get home.

When Jim got to his home, he realized that his door wasn't locked. That was strange; he always locked it. He slowly pulled out his gun and cautiously opened the door; all manner of playful drunkness was gone; he had assumed the police-state-of-mind now.

Megan had heard the door creak open and two thoughts came into her mind: Jim was home, or some person decided to take the advantage of an unlocked door. Crap!! Megan knew that she should have locked the door!!

She quietly crept out of bed and made her way towards the front door, grabbing an umbrella from the stand just in case.

Jim opened his door and was running through every possible scenario that could be played out. He turned the corner and surprised the intruder by yelling, "Freeze, put your hands up!!"

Megan screamed and dropped the umbrella and threw her hands up in the air, "Don't shoot, Jim!! It's me, Megan!!"

Jim put the gun down and flipped the light switch on, "What in hell are you doing here, Megan? How did you get in here?"

"Well, didn't you get mom's message? She called you and told you I was coming."

"Why are you here?" He asked, now holstering his firearm and cocking his head in confusion.

"Jim, mom and dad are getting a divorce!! Mom sent me here because she didn't want me in the middle of it all."

"What?! Why didn't you get a hold of me?"

"Oh, you mean the three long-distance phone calls, two letters, and oh, say around 16 different emails I sent you?"

"Did you really try that hard to reach me?"

"Yeah. What a brother you are!!"

At this point, Megan went over to Jim's couch and crumpled into it. She was suffering from minor jet-lag and major stress.

Jim, big brother senses kicking in, took off his vest and went over and sat next to his little sister.

Megan was a proud child; she had learned from her father that crying was a weakness. For the seven years after Jim left his family and never looked back, Megan had to grow up very quickly.

However, being around her brother whom she hadn't seen in seven years, all sense of pride and grown-upness melted like an ice cube on the sidewalks of L.A, and she broke down in sobs.

Jim wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.

"Why did you leave, Jim? Why didn't you take me with you? You have no idea what life has been like for us, for me, since you left."

'Great', thought Jim, 'she is going to put me on a guilt trip. Well, can I blame her? I mean, I was kind of a prick, leaving them like that and never contacting them.

"I'm sorry, Megan. I really am." Was all Jim could say.

They continued to sit on the couch in silence, Jim comforting his sister, while contemplating where this would put his life. Who knows how long the divorce could be dragged out. Then there would be the custody over Megan. Now that would be messy.

Well, for right now, the important thing was that he had to take care of his little sister.

A/N: I hope that you liked this. Again, I know that it is boring, but the story will get more involved as it progresses. Tune in next time!!