Ok, so this idea popped into my head and I went with it. I'm pretty sure it's been done before though I've not read it. I liked the idea of a law abiding Pacey and a less law abiding Joey. You may feel Joey is a little out of character, but I feel she's true to character. She was always upfront and bolshy she just says a few inappropriate things lol.

Please review - as always I'm nervous about posting. Real life is a little shaky right now so your support is wonderful!

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Tab x

Chapter One

'Chief brought in one more,' Jack said to Pacey. 'You mind doing her?'

'So you can go do the Chief?' Pacey teased.

'I'm pretty sure I could have you for work place bullying with that kinda comment,' Jack informed Pacey but then grinned, 'and yeah, pretty much.'

'Sure, sure. I'm on duty, you're off. Seems fair,' Pacey shrugged, he would have taken the arrest regardless. 'What was she arrested for?'

'She's a drunk kid caught doing grafitti up at the university. Doug just wants to teach her a lesson.'

'Got it. You go have fun, and makes some diva related tease at my brother for me.'

'Sure, you got it,' Jack squeezed Pacey's shoulder and headed out the door.

The Capeside Police Department was small, but big enough to deal with the level of crime in the greater Capeside area. There were a few low life's, the unruly teenagers, a couple of families that spelt trouble, but it was nothing the handful of cops couldn't handle. They had a bit of trouble swing their way from Boston time to time, but the last murder had been decades earlier.

Pacey let out a weary sigh. He hated the nightshift on a week night. There was usually only a couple of guys on. One out in the patrol car and the other in the station. He'd got station duty which only beat patrol because he had ready access to coffee and the bathroom. The crime associated with weekend frivolity actually made the weekends more interesting. Sure they had the occasional long running case that they had to work on but usually the interesting stuff happened on the weekend. Unless you counted Mr Greens sudden interest in shoplifting which occurred the previous Thursday, or the civil disturbances associated with holidays. The Fourth was always a mad house. And tonight he had, he paused and looked at the arrest sheet filled in in his brothers neat script - Josephine Potter. Seventeen years old. He headed to the computer to create a record but found that she already had one. A long one. She'd been cautioned by his brother several times for drunken disturbances, grafitting, disturbing the peace, assault, even drugs. Fuck. That wasn't the headache he needed. Well he had to check on her. He wasn't going to be the cop that had some young kid kill herself, or die mysteriously. He'd better make sure she was alive, let her make her damn phone call and do the big speech and officially warn her. He assumed the only reason Doug had left it to him was because he'd promised Jack he'd leave on time, and Doug kept his promises to Jack.

'Potter,' he called into the apparently empty cell. She was of course in there, curled up in the corner. 'Potter,' he repeated looking at the jeans and knee high boots, old worn black ones that were clearly cheap plastic and not leather. The black tank top she wore had tatty shoulder straps that had fAllen off her shoulders and down her arms, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Pacey was pretty new to the job but he'd seen his fair share of tough guys. Not so many tough girls in Capeside, but there were always a few. In Capeside they tended to be rich and arrogant. The girl didn't look rich or arrogant. She looked unconscious.

'Shit,' he sighed and pulled out the keys. 'Potter,' he tried her name because he really didn't feel like calling an ambulance and dealing with that pile of paperwork. 'Josephine,' he attempted as she was just a kid. Her head turned, her face appearing under her dark mop of hair to rest on her bended knees. Pacey hoped he didn't gasp out loud, or make any ridiculous noise. She was beautiful, clearly tough as nails, but beautiful. Beautiful or not she was a kid and the kid was giving him a scathing look that would have melted his skin if she'd had superpowers.

'Don't call me that,' she bit out, practically with a snarl.

'It's your name,' he pointed out. 'You wanna make a phone call?' he asked.

'Nope,' she shook her head.

'You should call home,' he suggested.

'Don't you normally do that for minors,' she asked without shifting.

'Sure I can call,' he shrugged.

'Don't bother,' she gave a bitter, half amused laugh.

'Listen, you've been arrested. These charges might stick. I know the Cheif has tried to give you a chance but if the store manager decides to prosecute there's nothing we can do.'

'So he prosecutes,' she gave a couldn't care less shrug, and picked at her nail. She really was far too pretty Pacey decided.

'Cheif Witter has made allowances for you...'

'I don't even get why. It's not like he wants to fuck me,' she straightened out her ridiculously long legs and turned to look at him, looking at his eyes flick quickly away from her legs and to his paper work. 'You...I think you'd fuck me,' she gave a dangerous little laugh and got to her feet, walking towards him with her hips swaying. 'Oh that's funny,' she laughed as she read his badge. 'Let me guess - the Cheif is your big brother? That's hysterical.'

'You think that's funny, huh?' Pacey was not amused.

'Yeah I do,' she smirked at him, then paused, her look turning sultry. 'You're even better looking than your brother,' she tilted her head to one side and he made very sure he did not look at her but at the chart.

'I'm gonna call this number...for...Bodie Wells?'

'My guardian,' she gave a small shrug which he would have seen if he'd looked, but it felt off to have a kid try and sexually arouse him.

'Listen kid, I'll call this guy and see if he can come and get you.'

'He won't,' she stated with a roll of her eyes. He was looking this time.

'Sick of you messing around and getting into trouble?'

'Actually he won't be able to leave the baby.'

'You have a kid?' he looked at her in surprise and again felt a jolt of surprise at the sight of her large eyes staring at him knowingly.

'Sure,' she shrugged.

'This guy's your boyfriend?' he hedged. That didn't seem right if the kid was only seventeen.

'If you want,' she offered gamely and sat back on the bench, her long legs stretched out in front of her.

'I'll go speak to Mr Wells and see what he has to say then,' he turned to walk away listening to her soft laugh,

'Knock yourself out.'

Pacey held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he tapped a pen against the hard copy of her file.

'Hello?' the voice on the other end sounded sleepy.

'Bodie Wells?'

'Not again. You're fucking kidding me right?

'This is Capeside Police Department,' Pacey began.

'Listen man, there's only one place that calls late enough to wake me and my kid up,' he growled. 'I know who the fuck it is.'

'We have Josephine Potter in custody,' he began.

'You're welcome to her,' the voice on the other end gave a gruff laugh.

'So you're not coming to get her? This is serious you know.'

'She didn't kill someone?'

'No...'

'And she wasn't raped? Attacked?'

'Well no...'

'Then it ain't fucking serious,' and the dial tone sounded in Pacey's ear. Irritated Pacey dropped the phone back into its cradle.

'Mr Wells decided he wouldn't be coming,' he told her.

'Colour me surprised,' she didn't look up.

'I can call social services you know,' he offered. He meant it to be nice but her head whipped around to look at him,

'You mean so you can completely fuck up my life? Thanks,' the sarcasm dripped from the word.

'If home is an untenable situation...'

'You know what's untenable? Interfering know it alls who don't actually know anything,' she turned back to stare at the wall.

'You're seventeen...' he began.

'No way! Wow. I thought I was twelve...'

'Haha, so droll,' he sighed. He knew why his brother had left this one to him. He was obviously at the end of his patience.

'Call social services if you think some group home in the city would be better than a guy who mostly cares.'

'Didn't sound like he cares...' Pacey pointed out.

'I'm not dying am I? I'm not at risk, unless I need to worry about you. Do I need to worry about you?'

'No...'

'So why send me somewhere where kids only churn out the other end more fucked up than they went in?'

'Fine. But any time...'

'Whatever. I'm going to sleep if that's ok with you?'

'Sure,' he grumbled and headed out.

'You can leave,' Pacey opened the cell door the following morning after a call from the store manager who'd felt pity after Pacey's plea on the girls behalf. He'd given her an official warning and thrn she was free to go. He watched as the girl picked herself up off the floor, glaring at him as she passed him on her way out. He hadn't much choice to release her when it became clear no one was coming to get her and she'd received her official warning. Doug had pulled him to one side,

'See if you can't reason with her. You're not much older than she is.'

'Six years...'

'Six years is nothing, it wasn't that long ago that you were a smart mouth punk.'

'Fine.'

'I think you could help this kid Pacey. You and she are a lot alike,' Doug had said.

And so he'd unlocked the cell and followed her out of the station. She lived a couple of miles out of town.

'Look. You keep fucking up and you're gonna end up in jail,' he told her.

'Ah, words of advice from the ex Cheifs son,' she snorted derisively.

'And drugs, seriously?' he gave her a look.

'You're not the only one taking on the family business,' she gave him a sweet smile. If her eyes weren't scowling it would have been quite stunning. At his confused expression she gave a soft laugh, 'your dad arrested my dad, several times in fact.'

'And you want to be like him?' he gave her a hard look.

'No one cares what I wanna be like. This is the life I'm in,' she turned on heel and began to walk away. He could see the holes in the soles of her goddamned boots and it made his stomach clench in an unfamiliar way.

'Look kid I can drive you home,' he offered and she turned around, walking backwards,

'I'm not going home,' she laughed.

'Where are you going?'

'Where every seventeen year old goes - high school. Gotta get myself an education,' she winked and turned back around walking away. Pacey found his eyes dropping to her ass, watching it as she walked away, before shaking himself and heading back into the station.