Gracie Grey is 13 year girl blue eyes and brown hair a runaway a rebel when she was five he mother died her father was sent to prison at the age of eight her foster family started to abuse her so she ran away never to be seen again
but when teens...
"Okay, Okay Gracie lets think this calmly and rationally," I thought as I looked for a good weapon to help Rossi and Derek,
"Okay we don't have time for rationally," I thought
I spotted a lime green speed motorcycle,
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Not so inconspicuous but convenient,
I got on the bike okay so this might be my first time driving, but yeah need to learn sometime right? I thought
The idiot of the bike left the keys in, that's in my favor,
I looked up to see him closing in on them,
I backed up the bike as far as I could that I was against the brick building,
"Well now or never," I mumbled
I turned on the engine, I revved the bike and that fast I sped the bike as fast as it could go, aiming for Scott,
Just before I was about to hit him I tucked and rolled off the bike, landing hard on my arm, I look to see Scott on the ground, the gun too far away from him,
Derek and Rossi turned around at the noise, I stood up slowly making sure both my hat and hood were still on my head thankfully they are,
Rossi took down Scott and arresting him, Derek made his way towards me, that fast I turned around and took off running,
"Hey! Freeze FBI!" Derek said as he ran after me,
Since I got shot my stamina isn't as good as it used to be, I hear him gaining on me, I cut down a familiar alley,
there is a wired fence just how we met the first time, I thought smirking,
I ran pressing my feet on the brick wall and doing a back flip over the fence and continued to run, thank you for the gymnastics from when I was younger I thought
Derek POV
I was just about to gain on the person who saved mine and Rossi's life when all of a sudden they plant their feet on the brick wall bouncing off of it and doing a backflip over the fence,
"No, No she's she's dead?" I mumbled
I called Garcia,
"Talk to me," She said
"I need you to do me a favor," I said with all seriousness in my voice
