Disclaimer: I own nothing but Jennifer Lee.

Warning: Mentioned drug abuse(Xocine isn't a real drug, I think), spoilers from the game, and strong language

Author's note: Please Read And Review :)

The night was the only time of day that he regretted—most people longed for the sun to fall and for the shadows of the night to take them over. Yet, he would rather deal with the light of day. Even though he was a detective, the criminals, killers, and rapists alike seemed less dangerous to him than what the hours of darkness bestowed upon him. He was Marcus Reed, Detective Reed of the NYPD Street Crime Unit. Most cops were the every parents dream or the continuing the family tradition. Marcus was a former gangster turned cop, whose father was a jailed Kingpin. The irony in it is almost alluring. But like his father Marcus has his own share of the cold side of life. Convicted for armed robbery, grand larceny, aggravated assault, and so much more, he wouldn't be winning the noble prize award anytime soon. Marcus was a no-bullshit, street-hardened detective, who had experience on both sides of the law, giving him the edge he needed to enforce it,... his way. Growing up in the Bronx, Marcus followed in his father's footsteps, running his empire and putting his trust in those who claimed their alliance to him. But he soon found out that loyalty is over rated. After returning a death wish to his father's enemies, Marcus' life changed for the better. His father's childhood friend Terry, saved his life. Causing Marcus to decide to go straight. Mentored by Terry, he eventually became a plain clothes police detective and joined Terry as his partner. That's when things turned upside down...On a simple job, Marcus not only lost his conscious, he lost a second father. From that night all he could remember was his last words to Terry, " I got your back." Night after sleepless night, those words replayed in his head. His eyes never closed as all he could think about was losing a father and having one behind bars. But Marcus was a man of his word, he had Terry's back. He knew that Terry was on to something and someone wanted him killed. He was going to find out what was going. And someone was going to catch a bullet when he was done.

" I still got your back Terry!" Marcus whispered in the darkness of his room as he leaned his head against the headboard. Sighing he closed his eyes and wasn't surprised to hear his Boast Mobile phone going off. Reaching for the table beside the bed he picked up the phone and answered it.

" How may I help you Dixon?" Marcus asked

" Look Reed, I know your in process of finding Terry's killer. But right now I need you to do me a favor. There's a new night spot in Harlem that I want you to check out. I want a SCU in there, supposedly there is some drug use going on in the club. But I don't want things getting hot when they don't need to. Just take a look around and tell me what you find. Warrant issued so no need to play nice if things get heavy understand?"

" Got you." Marcus replied hanging up the call. Swinging his legs over the bed, he slipped his feet into his Timberland boots and adjusted the pants leg of his dark denim jeans over the boots. Reaching for his white hoodie, he threw it on and picked up his hand gun. Making sure it was loaded he, he placed it in the back of his pants. Grabbing his leather jacket he put his cell phone in his pocket and was out the door.

NYC

The streets were the playground to all that bumped in the night once again. But, this time was different, anyone could tell there was something wrong in the air. Something just didn't feel right, but yet it didn't seem to bother the usual night crawlers, club goers, and all niters. As music could easily be heard from an abandoned Warehouse. Lately places like these seemed to the hangout spot that always had something happening. As Marcus walked up to the entranceway, a doorman stopped him for ID and once satisfied with the card that he showed him, he allowed him passage. He walked inside and felt the tension automatically take over his body. It was as if there was a heavy weight coming down on him as he started to move through the crowd. But, he paid it no mind as he looked around the club. People were all over the floor as Three 6 Mafia's " Stay Fly" came on. Everyone was either dancing, drinking, smoking, or wasted. There was definitely something going on, it was to quiet and when things were too quiet that's when you had to worry. Walking up to the bar, he leaned his back against the table and took in his surroundings. Noting the exits, security, estimating how many people where in the place, and watching what everyone was doing. Turing his head he almost did a double take as his eyes landed on a young woman sitting at a table with men surrounding her. She looked almost bored and uninterested. But, he couldn't help but stare at her. She was fine. Short spiky black hair with spots of purple, honey brown eyes that lit up even in the darkness of the club, she definitely was mixed, her features reminded him of Lucy Lui. He watched as she licked her full luscious lips after talking to one of the guys. Marcus noticed that her right eyebrow was pierced, she was wearing a black tank top under a black blazer, a light blue shredded denim skirt, and black heeled boots. After a few moments, her eyes caught his and she looked like a deer caught in head lights. He didn't understand what was the problem, but ignored it as his cell phone vibrated.

" Yes Dixon," he said as he made sure she could hear him over the music

" Look Reed, I sent a few officers around that area, officer Lawrence is already in the club. You find anything, call it in. Understand?"

" Loud and clear Dixon. But I think you might be over reacting. I doubt I need all that help." Marcus replied

" I know, I'm just making sure after it all I have a witness to interrogate," she stated as he snickered. Ending the call, he turned back to look around the club. Just as Dixon said, he found officer Lawrence wondering mindlessly through the crowd.

" Such a clown." Marcus thought, Lawrence was new to the SCU, he just turned from security guard to a straight clown in his opinion. Anyone could tell he was a cop. He didn't blend in, he was nervous about everything, he dressed like a fake ass Ja Rule, and had the nerve to try and speak Ebonics. Anyone could spot him out in a crowd. Sighing Marcus turned back to the table he had been watching, and was surprised to see that the girl was gone. Looking around he found her dancing on the floor. Watching her for a few moments he was tempted to go dance with her, she was obviously having fun by herself but as pretty as she was she shouldn't have to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of guys walk into the club. Summing them up, he knew something was going to jump off. Looking back he found that some clown had been thinking what he just contemplated on. Marcus narrowed his eyes as the guy grinded up against her and was pressed to get her attention. She obviously wanted him off her crutch and was trying nicely to back him off. But or course some dudes just can't take a hint. She looked around the club and staring at someone in the distance she looked panicked again. Just as Sean Paul's " Temperature" came on, she was walking off the floor. But dude couldn't take the hint and grabbed her arm.

NYC

She narrowed her eyes at the owner of the hand that dared grab her.

" Excuse me." she stated

" Hey baby where you going? This is my song." he was obviously drunk and needed a breath mint badly.

" Then enjoy yourself," she sneered. He was working her last nerve. He increased the pressure on her arm and she struggled violently, " Let go of me!" she screamed. Marcus rose up from the table and narrowed his eyes at the guy.

" Oh, come on! What's wrong sweetheart?" he slurred. She went to slap him but he caught her hand. Big mistake, just as Marcus was about to interfere, she kicked him in his midsection and when she was free she clocked him straight in the jaw.

" Damn!" Marcus mused as he watched the scene in front of him. The guy rose up slowly, she picked up a bottle and broke it over his head. That's when things really picked up. Marcus watched as that punk Lawrence made his way through the crowd and approach her. She swung the bottle at him but luckily he moved. Marcus came up behind her and grabbed her arm causing her to drop the glass.

" Easy sweetheart! No need to get any more charges. Hate to see a pretty little thing like you behind bars." Marcus stated, she just looked at him and then past his shoulder. Behind him she saw them. Freaking out she tried to punch Marcus, but he dodged it to her surprise.

" Okay now pushing your luck." he warned, she needed to get out of the club...fast. Her eyes roamed over Marcus, summing him up. That's when she saw the gun inside his jacket.

" Your working for him!" she groaned

" Working for who?" Marcus asked puzzled, but he gasped as she turned her back to him and flipped him over. Landing on a table, Marcus groaned as he broke through it and the pain started to rush through his body. Lawrence watched the scene and noticed that people were running everywhere. He was about to run after the girl but Marcus angrily rose to his feet and grabbed his arm.

" Call this in! I got her!" he said running for the back door that she escaped through. Standing outside he looked around and found her a few blocks away from him.

" Stop! Police!" Marcus yelled, but she persisted running. He was surprised at how fast she was, especially in heels. He chased her a few blocks and realized that she obviously couldn't have been around the area a lot, because she turned into a dead end. Slowing down, she finally stopped as a brick wall stood between her and freedom.

" End of the line girl." he stated as he walked closer to her, but to his surprise he didn't get very close. As soon as he was inches away from her, she brought her right leg up, her heel smashing solidly with his chin. The impact dropped him like a stone.

" Shit! Damn girl!" Marcus cursed holding his chin, " You done fucked up now girl, I'm not afraid to drop a woman."

" Don't insult me." she sneered, Marcus smirked before sending a kick towards her mid section. She dodged it with ease, coming at her more aggressive, he increased the force and speed of his attacks. The woman still dodged him with ease, blocking with her forearms if necessary. Still, he knew he was slowly wearing her down. It took him by surprise when he had to block. In the moment it had taken him to think, the woman had found enough time to launch an attack of her own.

" Well alright Chun Li. Lets see how you do when playtime is over." Marcus stated almost amazed by her. Avoiding another kick to the chest, he caught her leg, but instead of breaking it and crippling her, he just flipped her onto her back, the impact making her body shudder. Marcus moved away to let her get up. Watching her sit up, he laughed when she groaned and shook her head in anger. Marcus braced himself when he saw her come at him again. With a slight dodge, he grabbed her arms and tripped her, laying her on the ground with her wrists pinned above her head. She struggled, letting out a string of Chinese and English curse words. Pulling out his hand cuffs he clipped them around her wrist and smiled as she stopped with a gasp of pain, glaring back at him, the determination to beat him still burning clear in her eyes.

" Just do it you bastard!" she screamed

" I don't know what your talking about, but the only thing I'm going to is take your ass down to the station." Marcus replied

" I know he sent you to kill me, so make your fucking bonus!"

" What the fuck are you talking about girl?" Marcus asked

" Don't play with me, I know Lee has you on the pay roll." she replied

" Look lady, I don't know any Lee. I'm NYPD and your under arrest for disobeying an officer, aggravated assault, attacking an officer, and possible drug possession. You have to right to remain silent, anything you say can be fucking used against you in a court of law, if you can't afford an attorney one will be assigned for you. Blah blah blah and some other shit I can't remember. " he stated as he released her wrists, he moved his hands up her arms and slid his fingers under her under arm. Helping her stand to her feet, she grunted and tried to escape. But Marcus had her in a tight lock.

" I didn't do anything." she defended

" Funny my jaw says differently. Now as much fun as this has been sweetheart, I got better shit to do then play around with you all night." Marcus replied dragging her out of the alley. Just as he was heading to the police cruiser, a black jeep slowly crept up beside them and the windows rolled down. Almost in slow motion, Marcus turned his head and saw the guns pop out of the window and click to open fire.

" DOWN!" Marcus yelled as he pushed her down did a roll. He pulled out his hand gun and started firing at the car. The girl quickly ducked her head down as shots were fired rapidly back and forth. Noticing a second gun peeking out from Marcus' jacket, she laid on her back and almost like a magic illusion she brought her cuffed hands in front of her. Passing her legs threw the open space, she groaned then made her way over to Marcus. Pulling out his gun she started firing at the jeep and easily snipered two of the guys in the back of the jeep. The driver sped away and turned on the corner. Marcus reloaded his gun and suddenly he and the mystery girl were back at square one. Both having guns aimed at each other, they never even blinked as the stare was too intense.

" Friends of yours?" Marcus asked

" Yeah the type of friends that are dying to meet me." she replied

" Drop the gun!" he ordered

" Your not working for Lee are you?" she said

" I answered that already! Now drop the fucking gun!" Marcus stated clicking his gun. He had no intention of killing her, he was aiming at her arm in the event he had no choice but to force her to disarm herself. She surprisingly nodded and lowered the gun to the ground. Marcus walked over to her and picked it up before putting the guns away, " Lucky for you, I suspect that your not as evil as you look. Your still going to the station, but we'll see what checks out Miss?"

" None of your fucking business." she replied

" Well Ms. None of your fucking business, I hope you don't have anything planned. Cause your ahead of a long night." Marcus replied escorting her out of the alley.