"Alright, bring in the next one."

A big burly officer moved into the room, a thinner taller man in cuffs being pushed in front of him. The booking officer looked up blinking slowly, hazel eyes looking over the man being led up to have his mug shot taken. They were used to the worst of Midgar being brought in, especially at this time of night; to see a man in a black suit was a strange sight to say the least. It was obvious though from the blood staining the collar of his white shirt, bruise appearing on his jaw and the blood on his hands and cuffs he had been in a scuffle.

"Face forward." The booking officer watched as the man almost arrogantly folded his arms under the number plaque since the officer had uncuffed him, a very defiant air about him as he stood in front of the white height chart. Even the tilt to his head was defiant and arrogant, not something he saw every day he could tell you that much.

"Turn to your left." Well even if the man was arrogant he obeyed every order the officer was giving with no protest.

"Alright follow me over here." Tonight there was only three officers to run the booking so they were having to do most of the work themselves. It was a big party night so most of the Midgar officers were out on the beat leaving only a few behind.

Moving over to a desk, the man sat down gracefully and said nothing as his left hand was once more cuffed to the chair. "We're going to process you now, the more your coporate the faster we will get you through. Last name."

The man shifted slightly his face going perfectly blank, "Akera. a-k-e-r-a"

"First name"

"Tseng, t-s-e-n-g" The officer was grateful the man spelled his names out, there was no way he would have spelled them correctly if he didn't. While it wasn't uncommon to get natives from Wutai down in the slums their names were generally already in the system or he knew them well enough to know how to spell their names by now. Seeing a well dressed Wutai native above plate was a rare thing, actually this was the first time he had seen one above plate.

"Age, and date of birth."

The man sighed but did little else. "Nineteen, December 28, 1976"

The officer blinked at that and looked to the report the arresting officer had brought in, the man was arrested for a bar room brawl up in one of the hottest clubs in Midgar. "You do realize Mr. Akera that you are under age, that is another charge to be brought up against you."

The man actually gave him a very smug smile. "Those charges won't last very long I can assure you officer. Please if you will continue, I do have better things to be doing than sitting in the Midgar jail, I do have a phone call to place."

The officer raised a single brow at that, well the age explained the arrogance, no doubt he was a rich little Wutai brat that mom and dad had money and moved out here cause of the budding war.

"Place of residence."

" 1854 Loveless Ave, Apartment 2B." The officers pen stopped mid writing that address down. 1854 Loveless Ave was a very exclusive gated apartment complex just up the road from the theaters, extremely expensive and very sought after by criminals. In the seven years he had been an officer the department had never once received a call from anyone with in the complex but the alleys surrounding it were infamous for the bodies of known burglars to appear. Most of the time they were filled with bullet holes, though occasionally some would show signs of being electrocuted, drowned, set on fire, beaten to death and stabbed. They had tried countless times to get into the complex to questions those that lived inside but the gates required a key card that they had no idea where you got it from since there was no manager for the apartment complex.

This might be his golden opportunity since a body had just turned up the other day just outside the complex.

"Mr. Akera, we need to get a statement about tonight's altercations." Tseng nodded, though his face remained completely blank of all emotion.

uncuffing him from the chair he re cuffed him but allowed him to keep his arms in front of him; Akera was far from hostile or disorderly at the moment, though he would keep an eye on him. "Are the cuffs necessary?" Turning back he stopped dead seeing Tseng holding the cuffs up, no longer were they attached to his wrist like they had been a moment ago.

"Might i suggest Smith and Wesson handcuffs, they are a higher quality and harder to get off than.." he lifted the cuffs up inspecting them. "Junon Handcuff company? I sincerely pray you did not pay a lot for these."

The officer could only watch in a dumb shocked stupor as Tseng dropped the handcuffs into the officers front shirt pocket and moved into the interrogation room they had been directly in front of.

There was no way this kid was not in the system yet, he had the making of a career criminal.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you are doing smoking in here!" Pulling himself out of his stupor the officer looked over seeing the officer from before talking to a redhead in an identical suit as Tseng, covered in just as much blood smoking where he was sitting waiting for his turn. a large bald headed dark skinned man in an identical suit sat next to him, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes.

The redheads head lolled to the side, aquamarine eyes unfocused slightly as they looked at the officer. "fuck you yo, ya wouldn't let me smoke before." his voice was heavy with the drawl associated from the number three slums, one of the most crime ridden of them all. No doubt this kid was in the system, he looked like the type that would have a very extensive arrest record.

seeing something out of the corner of his eye he saw Tseng coming back out of the room, only his steel toned eyes were focused on the redhead. "Reno, put it out.. we do not wish to be here longer than we have to."

The redhead, Reno, grumbled slightly put obediently put the lit cigarette out. "Alright bossman.. you owe me a smoke after this."

Tseng frowned slightly but nodded, "one.. I am not giving you all my smokes." Reno waved him off, "I know bossman, your as stingy as commander asshole with your smokes, you two act like they are made of fuckin gold yo."

"Rude, keep an eye on him. If you get your phone call before i do, you know who to call." the large bald headed man nodded not saying a word.

Turning back he looked to his booking officer. "Shall we?"

"Have a seat, another officer will be with you shortly." They had interrogation officers that dealt with this, he needed to get Reno booked in anyway, he was looking to be one of their normals. Though looking at them, he had to wonder if perhaps they had managed to snag a budding gang before they really had a chance to start.

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Hearing the door open Tseng looked up from where he was absently picking dried blood from his hair, it would not do well to return home to his lover with blood in his hair. No his lover was not squeamish, it just wasn't exactly a turn on having your partner come home covered in someone else's blood.

An older male came into the room, he didn't wear the police uniform showing the man was more than likely a detective; which meant this had gone from a simple questioning to an interrogation, he was sure it was probably about the burglar Knives had killed the other day.

What no one knew that gated apartment complex he lived at was owned by Shinra and was reserved for her Turks. Every single occupant of the apartment building was a Turk, because of this they were allowed to put up any security measures they sought fit. In all honesty their apartment building was more secure than Shinra. The gate was strictly for show though it was locked with the highest security code Shinra had to offer and only a Turks ID card and employee code could open it, but that didn't stop people from scaling it.

Infrared cameras with night vision were stationed all around the building, all of which were hidden so they were impossible to find, and they were monitored constantly but the Turk on surveillance duty back at Shinra. A message would be sent to all Turks PHS about intruders and their current location. Normally they never made it out of the hallway, but if one was stupid enough to actually make it into their apartments, well.. Turks had no rules.

The bodies were disposed of in plain sight, hopefully enough of them showed up the criminals would get the hint and stop trying to break in. So far it would appear the average criminal in Midgar was as dense as a sack of bricks in a black hole. They didn't mind though, it gave them target practice.

Releasing his hair Tseng watched as the man sat down across from him, this should prove to be interesting, he hadn't been made the Turks top interrogator for nothing. He might have been the youngest of the Turks but growing up in the Akera family had its advantages. They to the outside world appeared to be nothing more than simple Leviathan priest, but inside he and his brothers were all highly trained Assassins, all four having been made Imperial Assassins by their young teens. It was a nice little well kept secret that only Veld Reno and his lover knew.

"Mr. Akera, do you know what the charges are brought up against you."

Tilting his head slightly to the side Tseng nodded, "Disorderly conduct, and if the booking officer was correct underage drinking." he had a few drinks while they had been at the bar, because of the enhancements all Turks underwent it was actually hard to get drunk, though Reno did a damn good job of emptying his wallet.

The detective set a folder down which held the report from the arresting officer. "I would like to receive your side of the story Mr. Akera."

Nodding slightly Tseng sat back in his chair, "Two associates and myself snuck into the Mako Electra, we had always wanted to go and were supposed to meet several of our older friends from work there. Because we had the day off we arrived early."

"You and your two associates which i assume are the two men brought in with you?" Tseng nodded folding his hands across his stomach. "Our friends got held up at work and said that they would not be able to meet us for another thirty minutes. Since we were already there we decided to start drinking." He turned his head slightly forcing a fake flush up into his cheeks.

"A very drunk man decided that i looked enough like a woman he tried to pick me up, he was so drunk "No" was not working. My two associates came to my aid, and naturally his in turn came to his. It soon enough came to blows, which in a bar full of rowdy drunks it became a good old Chocobo-boy eastern bar brawl."

The detective frowned slightly, the arresting officer stated that they had arrested this man as he was the instigator. At least that is what the men currently being rushed to the Shinra hospital had said before passing out from blood loss.

The men had been so severely injured yet these men only had slight bruising and blood on them.

"Your file states that you reside at the Shinra heights apartments, I have some questions for you. There have been a brash string of murdered bodies appearing in the Alley surrounding the apartment building. Do you know anything about this?"

"You mean other than what is printed in the Shinra times and played on the Shinra broadcasting station? No, I am afraid work keeps me from home most days and nights."

"Where were you the night of the 16th?"

So he was right, they were going to try and get information out of him. "Are you accusing me detective?"

The detective looked startled, normally children would spill everything, unless they were hardened criminals they tended to have severe diarrhea of the mouth, yes he thought of this nineteen year old as a child.

"No i am not accusing … "

"Than i am not answering any more questions on the matter, if you are not charging me for the crime you also have no further reason to hold me." The Detective frowned but stood snapping the folder short. "We shall be speaking more soon Mr. Akera, you can be assured of that."

Tseng actually smiled which unnerved the detective greatly. "No detective, I do not believe so.." Standing up he swept past the detective and out into the waiting room where Reno and Rude were sitting waiting for him. Ignoring the guard who instructed him to sit away from them he moved over to sit next to his men.

"Are you fucking deaf Wutai boy, I said sit back there." The big burly officer grabbed hold of Tseng's arms and started to drag him to his feet.

"Officer, I suggest you remove your hand from my Commander before he does it for you." Stopping, arm cocked back ready to lay this SOB cop out Tseng turned hearing Veld's voice. Blinking slowly he dropped his arm, though the officer kept a hold of his other arm.

"Who are you, and how did you get back here?"

Veld moved into the room, his suit as pressed and clean as it normally was even though it was close to two in the morning now. "I am Verdot, Director of the Department of Administrative research of Shinra, and that is my Commander you are manhandling." The officer dropped Tseng's arm like he had been shot, it probably wouldn't have been a too far off reality if he had kept hold of the man's arm.

Looking the three men over it was now painfully obvious exactly who they had picked up. The Department of Administrative research or better known by their street name The Turks were

Midgar's boogeyman, Shinra assassins that were above and beyond the laws of Midgar. They could literally drop every officer in this station and walk away not a single thing could be done unless Shinra deemed it.

This was the first time he had ever seen any of them arrested, that would explain why none of them were in the system.

Veld moved up to his three men seeing that their uniforms were dotted with blood and dirty. Shaking his head he looked to his SIC, the man he had trained personally and now viewed as his own son. "Tseng I thought I taught you better." walking up he absently adjusted the man's collar. "The whole point is not to get blood on your uniform, even if it is theirs."

Laughing softly the young SIC nodded, "of course Veld my apologies.."

"Come on, before these officers get any more bright ideas." Sticking his tongue out at the brute of an officer Reno practically skipped out of the room, Rude following silently behind him.

Shaking his head Tseng followed the others out though kept by Veld's side. "I am assuming then that the mission was a success?"

Tseng smiled and nodded sliding into the back seat of the Shinra car Veld had arrived in and ended up next to Reno as Rude had taken the front passenger seat. "They won't be waking up.."

"Good.."

The ride back to sector eight was fairly quiet, at least until about halfway there. Reno in his ever need to be either talking or making noise looked over to Tseng grinning brightly. "So how does it feel to have your arrest cherry popped?"

Flushing slightly at the perverted undertone he knew Reno put in there he leaned over and punched the redhead hard. "OW! hey, i was just asking!"

"No you weren't you were being perverted ontop of it."

"Was not"

"was too!"

"Was not!"

"Don't make me pull this car over."

"HE STARTED IT!"

Looking back in the rearview mirror Veld chuckled softly seeing both Tseng and Reno pointing to each other. They were both such children, but that was a good thing as that meant they were keeping their humanity and not becoming psycho killers.

"Don't make me end it."

he watched the two boys stick their tongue out at each other before going to pouting in their seats. He glanced over seeing Rude smiling slightly his sunglasses still in place, this bantering between the two youngest Turks was quite normal.

"Well Tseng, congratulations are in order." Blinking Tseng leaned up looking to the front seat where Veld was. "Why is that sir?"

"You are the first Turk to ever have an arrest record."

AN: awww.. Tseng is the first Turk to have an arrest record! *wipes eyes* so proud.. This story was prompted of a picture i found of mug shots of both Reno and Tseng bloody and bruised.

Tseng: destiny. ponderosa121 .com/art -disorderly- conduct/

Reno: destiny. ponderosa121. com/art -drunk-and -disorderly/

so for those of you that read my other stories you know the drill, review and let me know what you all think.