The sun settled behind the mountains, the darkness took over. Mostly at this time, people start to pack up, and head home. Have dinners with their family, change into sweats, and have a relaxing break from their job. But for cops, this time was night was their job. Heading out for endless patrols, romaing around the city of New York. Driving through alleys, streets, freeways, just to find violence. A disturbance. They run, to where everyone is running from. Putting their lives on the line, jsut to protect their city. Their town. Do cops get the kind of respect that they deserve. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it's based on what city, what cop, what circumstance. You always see videos about how cops maybe take it too far, beating people, lashing out. But do you ever see the videos where cops actually save people's lives. Sure, maybe thats boring, its whats expected. But we never see the truly, difficult challenges that cops face. You never see the scars, the blood, the shock as they kill for the first time. Never.

This time at night, when the shine dissapears, is the time where the cops really start to focus. This time at night, is where it starts. The robberys, the fights, the violence, that really start to show on the streets of New York.

Lucas Scott loves this time at night. The adreline, the excitement, the nerves kick in. Driving through endless of streets, searching for their first scene of crime. Hundreds of people walking around, the lights of the many buliding shining, the noise of hundreds of different conversations fill his ears. But those voices seem so far away, as he focuses on the sights. The faces. He always dreamed of being a cop, ever since he was little. And now that dream has come true. Sure, he enjoyed it, afterall he is young at 24 years old. He had noticed that his older partner, Peter, was tired of this job. Peter is about a year shy of retiring from the force. He of course was sad about leaving this job he had for thirty years. But he also felt relieved, as he finally could settle down at home and be with his family. Sure, he loved his job, but I guess the tiredness just finally caught up with him. He looks at Lucas, and smiles as he thought of when he was 20 years old. The excitment never seems to fade, and the energy never dissapears. But after a while, when you are as old as Peter, its gets lonely. You miss your family, your kids, your wife, everything. You always show up to dinner late, as you found another lead. The stress on your marriage is tough, and your wife never lets you hear the last of it. YOu always have to be ready to drop everything you're doing, and go investigate on a case. It's tough, but what job isn't.

"Pete, kid on a bike, 3:00", Lucas said as he eyed the suspicious kid.

Peter looked over, and saw the kid reaching for something in his hood pocket. Peter reaches for his gun, but then stops as he sees the kid pull out a water bottle.

"False alarm. Go ahead, Luke" Peter lets out a sigh of relief, he didn't feel like facing a confrontation today.

Lucas started the car, but then jumped as he heard the window glass break. It was the same kid, now holding a machine gun.

Lucas reached for his gun, and raced out of the car. He pointed to kid, holding his gun.

"Drop the gun! Drop the gun, or I will have to shoot you!" Lucas shouted, as the boy refused to drop his gun.

The boy then pointed the gun to Lucas, so Luke was forced to shoot.

Lucas shot the kid in the abdomen, and the world seemed to stop. He wached as the kid slowly fell, silence seemed to fill the world. No sirens, no screams, no voices, just pure unbearing silence. Then Luke raced towards him as he fell. A crowd swooped in, as they watched in horror. Lucas reached for the kids neck, but found no pulse.

"Shit." Lucas mumbled, this was his third person that he has killed. It never gets any easier. He remembered the first person he killed, he was a youg guy like this one. He was on the run, and Lucas caught up to him at a dead end. The kid then grabbed a little girl at the wrong place at the wrong time. He held a knife to her throat. Lucas with Pete behind, pointed his gun at the boy. He looked towards Pete and he nodded, so Lucas was forced to shoot the boy in the head. He would never forget that little girl's scream.

"Pete, Pete I got him." Lucas looked over at the car, and saw Pete still sitting in the passenger seat.

"Pete?" Lucas asked, but Peter refused to move. Lucas then froze with shock, as he saw blood coming from Peter's mouth.

"Pete! Peter!" Lucas shouted, as he rushed towards the car. He literally pulled the door off, as he dragged Peter from the car. Lucas dropped on the floor, as he held Peter.

"Pete, Pete?" No answer. Lucas checked his pulse, he could barely make out a beat.

"Peter, come on, stay with me. Okay? Do you hear that? An ambulance is coming, hold on." Lucas cried, as he held his partner. The crowd looked in shock, as they saw the fallen officer. Seeing two people dead in one night, kind of does that to people. But to cops, is what they mostly see everyday.

The ambulance finally arrived, as they asked Lucas what happened.

"He was shot, he was shot, and....I didn't notice, I didn't even...even noticed." Lucas said, choking up as he saw Peter get inside the ambulance.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Pete." Lucas wept, as he dropped onto the ground, leaning agaist the police car. Blood on his hands, blood on his face, blood on his shirt. Peter's blood. His first partner's blood.

"Officer Scott? Officer Scott, I'm sorry but you have to come with us. We need the details on what happened." The officer said.

"Please, come with us, and then you can go to the hospital." The officer pleaded, as he saw the distraught Lucas.

Lucas then sucked it up, wiped his tears, and followed the officer. He needed to get it together. He had to.

"So Officer Scott, please tell us what happened, starting with the beginning." A tall, young woman in a pantsuit, asked Lucas.

Lucas sighed, and retold the whole story from his eyes.

"Then, I raced out of the car, and told him to drop the gun. He refused, then pointed the gun at me, so...I was forced to shoot. Then...I saw Pete...he was not moving, he was still...then I saw the blood. And I rushed over to him" Lucas said unemotionally, as he stared coldly at the woman.

"Okay" The woman said, as she wrote down what Lucas said. She then repeated what Lucas told her, and asked "Are you sure thats right?"

Lucas stared at her menacingly. "Yes, I'm sure." He said curtly.

"Alright, then you can go Officer Scott. Thank you for your time." She said briskle, as she walked away to tell the chief. However she paused and said, "You should get some rest, you like hell."

Lucas sighed, and started to make his long way to the hospital. Jack, a friend of Pete's offered Lucas a ride to the hospital.

"Thanks" Lucas mumbled, he knew he couldn't drive tonight.

"So ...how did he look?" Jack asked, wondering about his best friend in the force.

Luke hesitated, but the said honestly, "Dead." Again, with no sign of any emotion.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. The white walls blinded Luke, as he asked the nurse where Peter James was.

She pointed to the right, and we started for what seemed like miles, to his room.

And there is when Lucas's heart dropped. He saw his friend Haley, and her husband (Lukes Brother) looking distraught as they held Pets's wife. He thought about turning back, but Jack walked towards them, and now there was no turning back.

"Hey Carol, how is he?" Jack asked, as he sat next to Pete's wife. She tries to answer, but her voice chokes as she continued to sob. Jack held her, as she cried on his shoulder. Luke never felt so horrible in his life before.

"Hey man." Nathan said, after realizing Luke was there. Nathan stared at the bloodstain on Lucas's shirt, and said "Hey Luke, you should probably wash up"

Lucas seemed to not hear him, as he continued to stare into space. He jumped as Nathan shook his shoulder. "Luke, are you okay?"

Lucas remained silent. Nathan tried again, speaking louder. "Luke wash up, please, they've seen enough blood for today."

Lucas nodded, and heading for somewhere to wash up. When he came back, he found the doctor talking to Haley and Carol. He would never forget their faces, as different emotions came across. He didn't know what was going on, but when he saw Carol drop to the ground... he knew. He knew.

Three Days Later...

Lucas stood, standing in his police uniform. Staring at the coffin, the words of of the clergy were silent. Inaudible to Lucas's ears. He could only stare, watch in disbelief. He was just with Pete three days ago. Three days. Haley didn't speak a word to him, she looked as if she blamed him. He deserved it though, Pete was his partner, it was his duty, his job, his right to protect him. It was even worse when Pete was about to retire, to stay home with his family. That image just made it harder.

The guns raised, as the soldiers saluted to Peter James. A hero he was, as well as a great father, great husband, great police officer. He was gone, and now the energetic, young, optimistic Lucas Scott aged about twenty years. You could see it his eyes, the weariness, the coldness, the emptiness. He was lost, and a new stranger took over him. He didn't even know who he was anymore. His dream of being a cop, was now demoralized. His dream led him to pain, his dream led his best friend fatherless. Her son or daughter would never get to see their great, amazing grandfather. And it was his fault. His responsibily to keep him safe. And he failed.

After the funeral, everyone drove to Carol's house for the luncheon. Going, and being surrounded by people, didn't really suit him that well. Especially the looks Haley keeps giving him, it just pushed him farther into the ground. His heart truly gave out to her, as he never lost a parent before. Certainly not this way.

He sat alone, on the outdoor patio. It was a cold day, the wind blew, the wind whistled, the clouds gathered. Cold. He stared at his hands, and saw blood. This kept happening to him, as he would wake in the middle of night, and see bloodstains. On his shirt, on his hands. It was like he was there again, he was living that day again. That day that he would never, ever forget. The day where he let two people die.

"What are you doing here?" Haley asked venomly, glaring at him with her teary eyes. "Get out!"

"Haley..."

"I said get out Lucas! And never come into my mother's house again!"

Lucas stared at her, his heart literally ripping out. His best friend, his sister-in-law, hated him.

Haley then started to hit him, hard. She kept hitting and hitting, and then shouted. "I hate you! I hate you! You promised, you promised that you would keep him safe! You promised!" Haley screamed, as she hit him once more.

Lucas looked at Nathan, as Nathan showed pity. Lucas turned around, and walked away. He stopped as heard Haley yell at him once more. These words forever changed Lucas Scott. Maybe even killed him.

"Lucas I never want to see or hear from you again. From now on, you are dead...you are dead to this family." Haley said, her broken voice never to be forgotten to Luke. Nathan tried to talk to her, but Haley stormed away.

For the first time in Lucas Scott's life, he was broken.

Next Chapter

A year passes:

Lucas gets the oppurtunity to be a undercover cop

There he will meet the most dangerous people in New York

starting with suspected drug smuggler Jeff Davis and his family

Catching On? Okay, if not he has a daughter?

Brooke Davis ring a bell?