Title: Welcome to Miami

Chapter: 1

Rating: T

Summary: AU - Near Future - Something was going on in Miami Beach, something big, Captain Takashi Shirogane was certain of it. It involved the worst organized crime group he'd ever dealt with in his career, the Galra. His adopted brother, Keith was the lead detective on the case, he might be young, but he was good. So how do Shiro's ex, the lawyer Adam West, and some illegal immigrant kid from Cuba fit into this mess?

Special Request Story for Shiranai Atsune

"Adam." Captain Shirogane, nodded to the lawyer as he rolled into the station, and tried desperately to suppress the surge of guilt welling up inside of him. "What brings you down?"

"I got a case, pro bono work." He looked up, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Calm, collected, and Shiro wished he would look angry or sad or anything other than just okay.

"What's the name? I can get you what you need. It's busy tonight." He wasn't lying the station was crazy and pretty much every detective had someone at their desk or were out of the station. There wasn't anyone else free, so it was either him or Adam could wait.

"Sure. It's a kid, McClain, Lance." He read from a file. His eyes locked briefly with Shiro's before looking past him. So maybe he wasn't entirely okay either.

"Oh, yeah, he's in interrogation already. Hasn't asked for a lawyer? How'd you get the call?" Shiro looked up wary. Adam was a damn good attorney and he didn't take a lot of pro bono work. Something more was going on here than was apparent. "We just picked him up for assault and battery, then found out he's an illegal. You sure this is the case you want?"

"That's the one. Can I talk to him?" Adam was direct as always and Shiro felt another pang of regret. He missed the times Adam had come in just to talk to him. A lot had changed since then.

"Yeah, just let me get the detective out of the room for you." Shiro sighed. Keith was not going to love this.

"Tell me, Mr. McClain, why did you assault Sendak?" Keith narrowed his eyes at the brown eyed kid across the table. He was leaning back and staring off into the corner of the room practically ignoring Keith's every question. The kid was going to have a hell of a shiner, but he had refused all medical attention, and other than the bloody nose, it was the only obvious injury. Having gone toe to toe with Sendak, he probably had a lot more bruises that didn't show, the Galra enforcer had a good five inches and a hundred pounds on the lanky kid. Keith had been trying to get the kid to respond for better than an hour. It was not going well and he was starting to get a little pissed. "Look, Lance, Sendak is known around here, just give me the truth and maybe I can help you out. You're looking at deportation even if you don't end up doing time for this, what do you have to lose?"

The way Lance's eyes snapped to his made Keith feel like he'd finally stumbled onto something. The warm blue eyes looked almost afraid before they drifted away again.

"What? Do they have something on you? I can help you, just work with me." Keith latched on to the thread, maybe he could unravel this after all. He really didn't have any desire to see this kid do time for kicking the shit out of that lowlife Sendak. Hell, Keith would like to kick the shit out of him too. He was honestly impressed at how much damage he had managed. Sendak had a broken nose for sure and the way he was cradling his arm to his body, probably busted that too.

"Detective." Keith turned and frowned at the two way mirror, seriously not now, he was getting somewhere. "Detective, Mr. McLain's lawyer has arrived."

Keith would have sworn Lance looked surprised at first, but then gave him a lazy grin. "Sorry, there Mr. Police Detective, I gotta talk with the lawyer now."

He crossed his arms and gave an almost challenging stare. Keith could have sworn he had been getting through and this just sucked. He folded his case file and stood to leave. Before he exited, he turned to Lance once more. He was surprised to see the façade had been dropped already and the kid looked nervous. He slapped the cocky grin back in place and raised on eyebrow when he noticed Keith had turned back to look at him.

"Work with me, not against me, and I promise I will do what I can for you." The kid nodded, maybe he would actually listen and maybe not. He ducked out the door, it was more than he'd gotten up to this point, but he couldn't contain the frustration, he'd been close to getting though he knew it.

"Damn it, Shiro, he was this close to giving me something!" Keith slammed the folder on the table.

"His lawyer wants to talk with him, Keith, let's not screw something up on a technicality. Besides that, it's Adam."

Keith gritted his teeth. Adam and him weren't exactly on speaking terms just now, as in he had no desire to speak with the lawyer that had basically walked out on Shiro. Keith inwardly cringed at his insensitive wording. Adam wouldn't be walking anywhere anymore, not after the incident. It was complicated, he knew that, but he couldn't help but blame the guy who left. His own life was full of people leaving and he had never dreamed Adam would be added to the list.

"Keith, you have to stop blaming him." Shiro always could read his mind.

"Whatever, this isn't the place to get into it and you agreed to call me detective at work." Keith frowned.

"We're alone, Detective Kogane and it's not like you addressed me as Captain." Shiro literally rolled his eyes.

Lance watched warily as he lawyer he didn't ask for rolled into the room. He had dark hair, graying a little, glasses, and was in a wheelchair. He had on an expensive grey suit, with a deep magenta tie, and seriously shined shoes. He opened the leather briefcase on his lap when he got up to the table.

"Mr. McClain, a friend requested I take your case. My name is Adam West."

"I don't have any friends." Lance narrowed his eyes, "and I don't have any money. Also seriously, batman much?"

"No payment is needed, I have taken the case pro bono, and it might be true that you don't think you have any friends, but if you want to get through this alive, I think you are going to need some. And also, my parents were fans." Adam spoke seriously and calmly. He instantly gave the impression of knowing a lot more than he should.

"How, do you? Who called you?" Lance leaned forward, afraid the police would catch on to what was being said.

"You don't need to worry, no one is listening to us. As your lawyer we have the right to this private conversation. I was contacted by an interested third party. He became aware of your situation and is interested in offering you a deal."

Lance leaned back again. He didn't know what he was doing, but he did know he had to get out of here. He had something he had to do. "Look Batman, I don't know what you are up to, but if you can get me out of here, I'll at least listen to what he wants, alright. I have someplace I need to be like two hours ago." Lance decided to play this forceful, once he got out of here he could split. He had his own issues to deal with and he didn't have time for this shadow game.

"Of course, Let me make the arrangements for bail. I will have you released within the hour. Though as your benefactor will be putting up the bail money, he will require you to stay in my custody." Adam began putting the papers back into his file.

Lance glared, like death glare, at the stuffed suit. That was not exactly what he'd had in mind. Oh well, once they were out he would just have to give the stiff the slip. It wouldn't delay him too much more than he already was, he glanced nervously back at the clock.

On the other side of town, Hunk was waiting. Lance was over three hours past due. He didn't want to leave, but he couldn't wait forever, it wasn't safe. He wiped tears from his eyes, the odds were not good that Lance was coming back at this point. Deliveries either went well and you came back or you didn't come back, either picked up by the police or dead.

He was not looking forward to telling Lance's family, but Veronica especially, that Lance hadn't made it back home. Veronica was like their den mother. She watched out for them, but Lance was her actual little brother and she loved him. Their parents were all gone, taken, disappeared, and it left them alone to fend for themselves. None of them knew where their parents were or if they were even alive. It had been going on for a long time in the immigrant community, people just going missing. Usually healthy adults that left their homes one morning and didn't return.

Hunk was lucky that he was actually able to report his parents missing. He was here legally, not that it had done him any good. But at least he didn't need to worry about deportation; a lot of other families like Lance's didn't have that luxury. The McClain's had been smuggled aboard one of the Galra's many transports, brought in for cheap labor in one of the underground factories. The Galra basically sold the immigrants like slaves to the companies and they were expected to work off their debt to the Galra for the voyage while barely being paid enough to buy food and housing.

Hunk's family had fallen on hard times after his father had lost his job working as a shift manager at a local auto repair shop. They had moved to this neighborhood because it was all they could afford on his mom's waitressing wages. Then about four months ago, she didn't come home from work. His dad went out to find her and he didn't come back either. Hunk stayed at the apartment for the rest of the month, but he didn't have the money to pay for the rent, so he'd moved out everything he could and went to live with Lance and his family.

The McClain's had been the first family to welcome them to the neighborhood, but they hadn't been the only ones. There were a lot of great people living in this dump and nearly all of them had been kind to him and his family. He and Lance had hit it off right away; they just clicked.

Three weeks later after Hunk moved in the McClain's didn't come home from their factory jobs. All four of Lance's older siblings and his sister in law were working. Lisa ran a day care for the kids in the building including her little ones, Slyvio and Nadia, though she rarely got money, usually just goods in trade. Veronica and Luis both worked for a construction group. Rachael worked at the same diner Hunk's mom had worked at and Marco worked at a warehouse. But with the amount of money they owed the Galra for moving so many of them, though it was still not enough.

Hunk had figured out Veronica and Lois hadn't been eating but one meal a day in order to have enough food to feed the rest of them and even that wasn't really enough, the little ones would cry themselves to sleep, hungry.

A month after the McClain's went missing a father and two mothers went missing and left behind a six year old boy named Carlos, a ten year old named Tori, and a three month old named Alice. They were all illegal. They didn't have family. They were alone, so of course, Veronica packed them up and brought them to the four bedroom apartment they all shared.

So, he and Lance had found the job delivering packages for Sendak. It wasn't safe, it wasn't legal, and they both despised the Galra and everything they stood for, but they loved Lance's family more. If Veronica knew where they were getting the money she didn't say anything. She just accepted the money with tears in her eyes.

He wiped more tears from his eyes. He would go out and look for Lance tomorrow, but for tonight he would have to go home and tell them all that Lance hadn't made it back.

Author's notes: This is my first try at an AU, and writing Adam, so hope it works. This is a request story. Not sure how quick I'm going to update, I've got three stories running in my head right now :)