A/N: Hey guys! I originally planned to drop this as a one-shot story but I then decided to make it a story with chapters rather than a one-shot because I wanted to go back into humphrery's old life, so enjoy!

Chapter 1

~Marshall's POV~

We all turn and walk out of the courtroom, kate is trying so hard not to cry right now after what we just experienced. As soon as we get outside the waterworks are released.

"Why!? He didn't kill that spartan!" Kate yells at us in rage/sadness while she's crying.

"We know ma'am, but we don't have any evidence to suggest he didn't do it. We've all known humphrery for a long time and we know that he doesn't kill for the sake of it, he kills if he has to." Chase replies as he walks over to his police cruiser dressed in his full paw patrol uniform.

"And because he's the ancestor of the dogs, he has to abide by the laws on sirius island. Because of this he 'allegedly' did the one thing that can send a dog or wolf to their death...murder." Spartan 698 says as he comforts kate.

"Well I think that we better get the evidence to prove that humphrery's innocent and end this bullshit of a fucking death sentence!" Ratchet determindly yells in return.

"And hopefully before he's killed one week from now." I reply while wiping a tear away.

~Humphrery's POV~

So this is what its like to be in a jail cell. Cold, dark and kinda creepy. I sigh and look around, I should be at home right now with kate and the kids watching frozen...but instead some asshole framed me and now I'm going to fucking die!

"Thrown in here for something you didn't do?"

I jump and turn around to see a german shepherd around my age walk out from the cells darkened corner. "Yeah why?" I reply while still trying to calm down.

The shepherd points across from our cell to a jack-russel, "he was walking through the backstreets one night and saw a guy who's throat had been torn open by something that a knife definitely couldn't do. Cops were walking by and saw him near the dead man and arrested him, it also didn't help that the steak he had eaten earlier had blood on it, so there was still some drops falling off his muzzle. Yet again cops thought it was the mans blood, they never bothered testing it and threw him in here without proper evidence. Remember, he was the case after mine but before yours?"

I nod in reply.

He walks over to the small matresses and lays down on one, "which leads me to my case, same story as his except I was nuzzling my partner elizabeth dusk who had been shot in the throat."

My ears perk up when I hear the name 'elizabeth dusk', "Did you just say elizabeth dusk?"

"Yes I did sir. I believe you remember her when she was apart of the team you had created, led and unfortunately shut down due to the money the UNSC had put aside to fund it that had mysteriously gone missing, you and me tried our best to refind the money but we failed."

"Y-your..."

"Tracer Darkshield of Omega Team or as you might remember me 'enforcer'."