It was one in the morning. Where D.L. and Niki Hawkins lived, all was quiet. Niki slept peacefully, her hand resting on her husband's chest and head on his arm. D.L. held her tightly against him.

D.L. was an African-American male. He was wiry and tall, about 6'1". He was also bald. His wife, Niki, was his total opposite. She was Caucasian with medium-length blonde hair. She was 5 inches shorter than D.L., making her about 5'8". Their ten year-old son, Micah, slept in his own room. He was a mix of his parents. He had dark, curly, brown hair. He was about 4'11".

The three slept serenely in their home out in Primm. Until they heard a crash from the front of the house.

D.L.'s eyes snapped open, as did Niki's. D.L. sat up, Niki's hand still on his chest.

"What was that?" Niki asked.

"I don't know. I'm gonna find out." D.L. got out of bed.

"I'm going with you."

"No! Stay here."

"D.L.-"

"Niki! For once, listen to me." Niki nodded. D.L. kissed her forehead and walked to the front of the house. Standing there were the cops. "I hope you plan on fixing that." The front door had been knocked down.

"Darryl Hawkins?" asked one of the officers.

"Yeah. Who's askin'?" One officer came behind him and cuffed him.

"You're under arrest for theft."

"Theft? What I steal?"

"$2 million."

"I'm innocent. I didn't steal anything." D.L. said.

"That's not what we heard, pal."

"Baby, what's going on?" D.L. looked behind him. Niki had walked in to find her husband handcuffed. She looked worried. "D.L., what'd you do?"

"Nothing." D.L. said, astonished at his wife.

"He's been accused of stealing $2 million and murder." said an officer.

"Murder, too? Who'd I kill?" D.L. asked.

"Alexander Henderson, Brian Smith, Taylor Martinez."

"My crew?" D.L. turned to Niki. "Nik, I didn't do it. I swear to God, I didn't." He stepped forward, the cops still holding him firmly. Niki stepped back. "Niki?" She kept walking backwards, until she felt a small body behind her. She turned to find Micah.

"What's going on?" asked the boy. "Dad?" He knew what was going on. He was a kid genius for Christ's sake.

"Micah- Can I talk to my son?" D.L. said. The cops let D.L. go and D.L. squatted down to talk to his son. "Micah, be good. OK? Be the man of the house and take care of your mom. Can you do that for me?" Micah nodded, tears in his eyes. D.L. stood up and went to kiss Niki. She turned away. D.L. was saddened by this.

The cops forced D.L. into the car. Niki and Micah watched. Micah tried to run to his father, but Niki pulled him to her. She locked eyes with her husband one last time before she and Micah watched the cop car take away her husband.