RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

[[Hmmm, that could work. Who could we do first? And what could they have in their lives?]]

[[Maybe go for Brian and Coby first, seeing as we're both already signed in, haha. I think one couple should have a pregnancy, another perhaps having broken up, started seeing other people but rekindled their relationship as some kind of affair if that makes sense?]]

[[Yeah, I think that could work. Shall we make Zacky and Matt as the pregnant couple? Just because, awwww. Yeah, start with them twoooo! I will search for a siggie picture and think of ideas.]]

[[Cool! Sounds good to me! And awwww. AWWWWW! I'm assuming Zacky's the pregnant one?]]

[[Yep, that's what I was thinking. Right, I am thinking off a future for Jacoby, what were you thinking for Brian?]]

[[Well I'd had the idea of him doing the social work thingy, his mom appearing on the job. Just because he wanted to help kids who'd been hurt after he'd had to go through it himself.]]

[[That sounds good to me. I was thinking of having Coby being a police officer? Or something realy heroic and shit. Would you like to do the honors?]]

[[Mmm, he could arrest me anyday. Which couple are these two? Heh. Or are we going to go with the flow here? Ooh, idea. I'll drop it in the discussion post. OTherwise here will get spammed, LoLz.]]

TEN YEARS LATER

I have got to be the only person this eager to get to work, to get to a mundane, not that well paying, typically boring job. I'm pretty sure I'm speeding right now but I honestly don't give a fuck anymore. Besides, it's not as if I haven't got a certain cop friend who could get me off.

Of the ticket.

Get me off of the ticket charges.

Goddamnit.

My tyres screech as I round the corner into the parking lot. I'm probably making myself a little suspicious this morning but I've already got my excuse covered.

New car, it needed testing out.

I yawn and stretch as I look at the papers scattered across my desk. I look over every single case file, grimacing more and more as I look at another picture of someone that looks like every bully I remember from high school.

I am suddenly ripped out of my thoughts of beating the shit out of all of these little rapist bastards by the sound of my cell ringing.

I shake my head as I bring the little flashing technology to my ear, "Shaddix."

"Coby, we've got a 812 down in 24th Street. All officers are needed on the scene."

"I'm on my way, I'll call for my own back up," I confirm as I shut my cell and replace it for a radio as I get up from my office chair.

This is the third hostage this week. Something is really not right in these criminal minds right now. I step out of my office, shutting the door behind me and looking around the busy precinct. Soon to be my own precinct.

"Guys, 812 on 24th Street. I need back up."

[[Trying to figure out how to make these two collide, haha.]]

I walk into my office, greeting everyone as I walk by with the smile all the ladies seem to fall in love with. I'm trying desperately hard to get to my booth without my boss seeing but I wouldn't be surprised if he'd already spotted me. Guys got eyes like a hawk and I'm not exactly known for my punctuality.

I grab a coffee from my man promotion rival, just as he's about to bring it to his own mouth and slip into my small office square. Made it, phew.

[[Ooooh, sorry, heh heh, didn't know what else to put.]]

I almost slide over the bonnet of my patrol car as me and my colleague, Travis make our way into the car ready to get all the way across town.

"OK, where is this hostage situation?" I ask Travis as I buckle my seatbelt and make sure I am ready to speed off and not likely to crash into anything.

"It's at 24th Street, y'know, the huge old building that used to be the library? The new social service office? Some nut job wants his kids back and is threatening to slit one of the social's throat unless he gets them back."

I turn my head slowly towards Travis in somewhat disbelieve.

"Brian," I whisper to myself before looking straight forward.

"Right, we are taking a little bit of a shortcut," I tell Travis as I put the car into reserve roughly and turning the key, I press my foot to the floor as we go speeding backwards down an alleyway.

Don't worry Brian, I'm coming for you.

[[Right, I've got an idea here. Brian's POV currently happening a few minutes behind Coby's? Otherwise Brian's been very nonchalant about a big situation, haha.]]

I sit down at my desk, turning on my computer. The menu screen hasn't even come up when I see dirty hands slamming down on my desk. The gay side of me still hasn't quite died, my first thought here being a manicure would do this guy wonders. I look up at him, my best smile on my face.

Great, this isn't going to go well. His pupils are barely there, pinpricks at most. He's definitely high on something.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"You don't recognize me, do you Haner?" He snaps.

I look him over. I really can't say I do. I shake my head.

"I'm afraid not, sir. I do have to deal with a lot of..."

His hands slam down on the desk again.

"Hank Jenkins. You stole my babies from me. Said I was beating them."

And now it all comes together. I know exactly who I'm dealing with now. I had to testify in a custody hearing against this asshole. He was getting high, beating his wife and kids. He'd insisted he was innocent the whole time.

"Well, Mr. Jenkins, if you want to discuss this, you're going to have to make an appointment. I'm really a busy..."

He reaches across the desk and grabs me by the shirt.

"I've fucking tried, you asshole. You're always too busy for me."

Oh shit.

"OK John, what the hell is going on down there?" I ask Mark, my partner and first person on the scene of this crime.

"No news yet Coby, just get here, yeah?" He says to me through the radio as I talk to him while driving, my sirens blaring as I run every red light on Intercity Highway.

"Four blocks and counting, over and out."

I slam the radio down as I take a sharp turning around a corner. I am not so worried about Travis now, as he is pretty used to my driving by now, not like the first time though. I will never be able to get those stains out of these seats, that's all I'm saying.

"Brian you bastard, I swear, if you have pissed off some jail bird, FUCK!" I mutter to myself before all but hurling the car into brake as I pull up next to some other parked patrol cars.

I step out of the car pretty casually before slamming the door behind me, checking for my gun and running over to the circle of officers standing around one of the patrol cars bonnets, talking.

"OK. So, what's going on?"

Why couldn't I hate monday mornings like most people? Why did I have to be excited because I was supposed to meet Jacoby again today? I'm seriously going to stop being optimistic one of these days.

Thanks to my optimism, I'm now being held roughly by a crazed man who probably wouldn't think twice about snapping my neck.

There are flashing lights hitting the walls now, those of police cars. I'm suddenly feeling a lot calmer now. If their are officers, chances are Jacoby's with them and there's no way in hell hed let me get hurt.

"Who the FUCK called the cops?!" Jenkins yells, to the deserted looking office, everyone's under their desks now, "I said no police!"

"I'm going in."

"What? No you fucking aren't Shaddix. I have had too much trouble from you in the past..."

"No one's died at my hands though, have they?" I interrupt my fellow officer and somewhat rival.

He just stares at me in sheer irritation. This guy has never liked me, ever since I threatened to make the moves on him with no remorse if he didn't stop being a dick to me, he has never liked me or talked to me without some spite yet.

"Wentz, get back into the van. You kids can continue to little kiss and make up later, now you are needed in the van," my Sergeant says to the much younger Pete Wentz who merely grumbles like the teenager he is and makes his way back to the van.

"OK Jacoby," I feel so special, the Sergeant only calls me by my first name, "you set to go in? I mean, you are emotionally attached to..."

"Please. The odds are Brian is hiding behind the coffee machine. It'll all be fine, believe me."

[[WENTZ GOT BURNED!]]

I'm being dragged around the office now, looking for anyone who's got their phone off the hook presumably. I'm going to personally kick their ass. This guy doesn't know the meaning of the word gentle.

"Look, this isn't really helping your case any. If you just let me go, we can discuss this calmly. I'll clear my schedule for the day and..."

His arm around my throat tightens cutting my words off.

"You talk too much." He hisses.

I run over to the back door, knowing exactly how to get into the building without creating any havoc. Thank God for Brian's cigarette breaks.

I walk up to the large fire door, pulling it open and looking around the door, hand on my gun ready if it's needed. Lucky for me, this guy doesn't seem to have any guards on the doors or anything.

I wave for my colleagues Mark and Travis to follow me up the stairs towards the main offices. I listen out for talking as I make my way up the clanking fire stairs slowly. I signal for my back up to follow me as I make my way up another flight of stairs, only slowing down when I am satisfied I am at Brian's floor, and I can hear voices.

I flip on my radio, "I'm in. And by the looks of it, it's only one guy. He's got a weapon though, and he's holding someone."

It's only when he turns to face the doors with the glass that I am looking into when I realise it's Brian he's got.

"I'm going to take him down."

I decide against struggling now. I don't want to piss him off further. If I play along, chances are he might be a little calmer towards me. I make do with following him wherever he drags me.

He turns to the glass doors, seeing something which obviously spooks him. His arms grip me even tighter. I'm struggling for breath now. But I know it's all going to be okay because I can see my guardian angel at the door.

Even after eleven years, I can't stop myself from putting all my faith into him.

"Y'know..." I hiss out, "You're only making this worse for yourself."

"Shut up!" He yells, gripping tighter.

"You're... they'll kill you..." I hiss again.

"Shut up!" He cracks me over the head with his clenched fist and it's only a matter of seconds before I see nothing but black.

I widen my eyes and something snaps inside me as I burst into the room, aiming my gun at the man in front of me.

"Don't move, don't fuckin' move!" I yell at him as Travis and Mark run in after me, making sure he can't make a break for it, or grab another hostage.

"But..."

"Hands on your head. NOW!" I yell as I cock the gun, clicking it into attack and aiming it at him.

He tries to make a run to the side to grab another hostage but I aim my gun to his arm and shot. It does hit him up hits the glass behind him and spooks him completely so he falls to the floor.

"Hands on your head now," I say in a slightly lower voice as I walk over to him, getting my handcuffs out, ready to cuff him, "Or this time, I won't miss."

I don't know how long I'm out but I'm assuming it wasn't too long. I can hear Coby being all hero cop, Jenkins isn't holding me anymore. I force my eyes open and see that I'm half sat/half laid over one of the desks. I can see Coby to one side and Jenkins on the floor below him.

Jenkins raises shaky hands to his head. I almost feel sorry for the guy. All he wanted was to see his kids again, what he got was a good few years in jail. But it's only an almost feeling, the guy beat his children. I'm not really a big fan of that.

I sit up properly on the desk, my head absolutely pouding and my neck aching as I watch Coby at work.

I knew it'd all be okay for me.

I cuff Jenkins before climbing off of him and letting Travis and Mark get back to what they should be doing. Getting this guy down to the station to charge him with whatever they can charge him with, using the good cop, bad cop routine of course.

I look around the room to see lots of people smiling at me and clapping. I smile sheepishly back before speaking up.

"Thank you, it's all part of my job. Now, there are ambulances and police downstairs, we will need witness statements from everyone so if you wouldn't mind."

I smile to everyone as they all moan and nod at the same time, ready to make their way down the way I came to get there statements down. But one person is left behind, a pretty beaten up looking Brian, sitting on his desk. I smile at him.

"Well, I think I blow your secret smoking area."

"I know." I say, smiling back, "You had the choice of saving my life or giving me somewhere to let off some steam so to speak and you chose to save my life. There will be dire consequences I hope you understand."

I hop off the desk, wincing as I land - Since when did I hurt my foot? - and approach him, "But seriously though, thanks Cobes."

I rest a hand on his shoulder, "I owe you one. Again. I think this is probably the fourth 'one' I do owe you."

"It probably is, but who's counting?" I say with a smile, even though he is obviously counting.

"Now come on, let's get you downstairs. I saw how that bastard hit you, you are not getting away from a nice on scene doctor quite so easily this time."

I laugh a little before wrapping my arm around Brian's waist, just in case he decides he wants to suddenly go to sleep and be a concussed witness like so many of these hostage situations do. Not that I can blame them really.

"So, before you have to suffer the boring questions of one of the other officers, tell me, non official like, what did that guy want?"

"But all the doctors are bastards." I whine, "To be honest, I'm more bothered about what he did to my hair."

I lift a hand to my head, into my own newly short-ish hair, I bring my hand back to see a sticky substance that isn't all the hair gel I've put in there.

"Ohhh, there's blood."

The sight makes me stumble a little. I've not got a particular aversion to blood unless it's coming from me. Then I'm quite anti the whole thing. I fall against Coby but quickly force myself back to my feet. We get ourselves into the elevator pretty successfully considering.

"Basically the same story as it normally is with one of those guys. He got his kids taken away from them. I'd been working his case, so obviously I was to blame. Not the drugs, his abusive nature or any of that. So he came to settle the score. Painfully."

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