JR SWAT 5: Five, On the move

Chapter 8: Death: bliss or problem?

Next morning...

"Hey Rubio! Put the dog in his crate, ok?" Street called plating half of the scrambled eggs. "Hurry up coz I need to talk to you about something."

BARK BARK

"Ok." Rubio answered from his bedroom. "Que rico huele. Smell good, pa." he said, coming out to the hall, sniffing enthusiastically.

"You're having breakfast here, ok?" Street said placing the last dirty pan in the sink. "I'll take you to school, then we have a quick meeting with the case worker."

"Ok" he responded, grabbing the plate and a set of cutlery from one of the drawers."I need to go to the center. JR Swat meeting."

"Ok." Street responded.

Street grabbed a plate as well, then the tray of freshly cooked bacon strips and sausages. Since he had already served the toasts with the eggs, all they needed was the juice, vitamins and water. So, he quickly assembled everything and sat down besides the hungry teen.

"Pa, I wanna go with grandpa este wikén. (this weekend)" Rubio said, taking in a mouthful of eggs. "He say Rex ask him to go to a show of dinosaurs."

Street sighed frustrated, then took a bite before saying "Rubio, can we stick to English, please?"

"Wikén, pa, wikén." the teen repeated annoyed.

"Weekend."

"Whatever! Yes or no?" Rubio urged with a shy smile, rolling his eyes.

"Fine. Actually, you were going to stay with Thomas, but... let me talk to Buck, see if he can keep you the whole weekend."

Rubio frowned and stopped all motions, "All the weekend?"

"Yeah. I'm flying to Washington. Doctors have requested an important meeting, plus...it's been a while since I've seen Chris." he said between gulps.

"Why can I go too?"

"Why can't you go, you mean." Street corrected. "Well, buddy, Chris wants to see you but..."

"Not yet?" he completed saddened.

"Yeah...she's not...um..."Street mumbled, between mouthfuls.

"Not ok?"

Sigh. "It's a long process, alright? She's gonna be ok, trust that. She's a fighter." Street responded confidently.

Rubio took a big gulp of juice, then a deep breath. "It's been a while, long while. She still can't talk much, can't walk or breathe too good. I don't know how you can be so relaxed, pa. I be freaking out!"

"I have to have faith in the process. In her." Sigh. "These things... they take time."

An eerie silent moment followed, as both enjoyed their food. Rubio took a deep breath, then placed his fork down.

"Jim" he called, surprising Street, "you know what happen with grandma? Coz Grandpa Buck always change the subject."

"You mean his ex wife?" the officer asked confused.

"Yeah, coz he already say to me what happen with your mom. So..."

Street took in a big gulp of juice and a mouthful, then mumble, "Said."

"Pa, u gonna correct me all the day?" the teen asked, annoyed.

"If that's what it takes...and to answer your question" he paused to wave off Rubio's annoyed facial expression, "Grandpa Buck and his former wife... they had issues. He doesn't talk about it much because it probably still bothers him."