Donnie sighed when he walked into the station and saw his brothers talking.
"Hey Donnie." Steve nodded.
"Hey." Richie grinned.
Donnie grinned at his brother. "How's it feel to be back in your uniform?"
Richie sighed. "Really great. I am just glad that stupid Carl Scott is off my back."
"I still can't believe Abby wouldn't do anything." Steve sighed.
Immediately Donnie grew angry. He was still mad at his sister, but she was just that; his sister. And no matter how much he was mad at her, he still felt protective.
"Dude, what's up with you?" Richie asked.
He shrugged. "Just…mad at Abby. Like usual."
Steve eyed him. "No. There's no way that's you being mad at Abby. I have seen you mad at Abby…this is different. What's up?"
He sighed. "It's nothing. I have to go."
Richie and Steve stood there baffled as they watched their older brother walk away. "What's up with him?"
Donnie fumed as he walked in the front door of his parents house. "Mom!"
"In the kitchen." Came the soft reply.
He stormed in a faced his mother. "How come you knew, and didn't tell us?"
She was confused. "Knew about what? Donnie what's wrong?"
He sighed. "About Abby and Carl Scott. You knew what he was doing, and just let her handle it."
"Your sister is a big girl. She can handle herself. If she needed help she would have turned him in, or told you boys." she paused. "However, I don't think she will be pleased to know that you told people."
"What?" She pointed to the table and when he turned he came face to face with his brothers. "Oh."
"He did what?" Richie was on his feet in a second. "What did he do."
"She has a tape of him trying to get her to sleep with him, in order to help Richie and Brody's case." Donnie said reluctantly.
Richie stared at him. "Oh my God. Tell me that's not…"
He shook his head. "No. But she looked a bit shaken up by it. No sarcastic retort. But she didn't turn him in…so once again she is being Abby."
"Wow. So she really torn about helping." Steve said quietly. "Do you think we could get away with killing him?"
Donnie sighed. "Probably not."
Suddenly, Richie stormed out. The boys tried to follow him, but he was already in his car and gone before the reached the front door.
"I bet I know where he's going." Steve sighed, leaning on the doorframe.
Abby groaned as she heard banging on her door again. It seemed that ever since she had joined IA, someone was banging on her door at all hours of the night.
She pulled it open. "What?"
However, she was confused when Richie pulled her into a hug. "Um...you okay, Richie?"
He sighed, pulling back and facing her. "I'm sorry I gave you grief about Carl Scott."
"Dammit, Donnie." She cursed. "he has a big mouth."
He shook his head. "You should have told us, Abs. I already hated the guy…it's not like you ruining a perfect picture in my mind." he smirked.
She chuckled. "I know that, Richie. I handled it though. I am sorry I didn't do anything to help your case."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's over and I don't care anymore. As long as you didn't sleep with that creep to help me, I don't care."
She nodded. "I didn't."
He nodded and pulled her into another hug. Abby sighed, giving in a hugging him in return. It still haunted her little, what the guy did, but this helped. Yeah…everything was going to be okay.
So this is horrible. I apologize. Go ahead and yell at me. But everyone was asking for the rest of the boys finding out, so here you go!