I would like to thank Ponchygirl for helping me come up with the title. Thank you!

"Hey, Bear, you want to meet me for lunch at Taco Bell? I have something I want to show you." Frank Poncherello asked walking over to him.

"Uh, hello to you to? Sure I guess… Where's Jon? I'm guessing he knows about this "something"."

"Sarge just sent him home sick… Either way, he swore not to tell you."

"Okay, so much for that idea," Barry chuckled. "What time is it? You're here before me, I must be late," he looked at his watch and tapped it a few times.

"Oh haha. You're just in time for briefing." Ponch felt bad about Barry's watch. It hadn't been working right, though he still wore it. "Let's go, you can sit next to me."

Ponch opened the door and let his friend walk in then followed behind him. They picked a desk towards the back of the room, and sat down just as Getraer walked up to the podium.

"So I was thinking we could meet around noon, at Taco Bell I mean," Ponch whispered.

"Fine with me. You seem pretty excited about this. Just what could be so important to show me?"

"You'll find out later."

"Awe, come on Ponch."

"No."

"Are we having a problem? Do I need to split you two?" They both looked up at Getraer, who looked rather irritated.

"No Sarge, everything's fine," Ponch gave him one of his innocent smiles.

"Then pay attention. Did you two hear what I just said? I don't want to have to repeat it, but I will if I have to. Only because this is important."

"I'm good Sarge, I heard it," Barry nodded in agreement with Ponch.

"Okay great. Now I'm hoping there will be no more, interruptions."

"You got it Sarge," Ponch gave another smile and looked down and his notebook.

"As I was saying. These car thieves are expected to come through or near this area. Driving a blue 78 Cadillac Seville, license plate, Three, Nora, Henry, Ida, Seven, Two, Six. Stolen from a, Kevin Landa, up in San Francisco," Getraer was pleased to see Poncherello listening and writing this down. "That's all I have for now so, get out and hit the streets."

"Well. Guess I'll see you at lunch?" Barry got up and grabbed his notebook.

"Yup. See you later. I'm gonna stop by Jon's place before lunch and see how he's doing."

"Well tell him hi for me."

"Sure thing."

Barry pushed in his chair and walked out of the room. Ponch sat there just a while, then got up and left.

'Today's gonna be a great day' he thought to himself.

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"Hey Jon, you left the door unlocked. I hope you don't mind I let myself in. You wouldn't care anyway. It's not like I'm gonna rob you or anything," Ponch said.

"Yeah, just make sure you lock it on the way out," Jon sat up and patted the cushion on the couch. "Come sit down. You don't have to stand around you know."

"No Jon. I have to meet Barry. I just came to see you you're doing. Besides I don't wanna get sick."

"Oh right. Well, I'm better. Better as in, I'm ready to go to work."

"I want you back to work to Jon. Riding solo for a change feels weird. But just take the rest of the day off and see how you're doing tomorrow, okay? We don't need you out getting more sick."

"Fine. Will you at least let me go out to Taco Bell with you and Barry?"

"No. Do you really think a taco is best for someone who's been sick and threw up all over the locker room floor? If you can stay home and relax the rest of the day, I'll buy you a taco tomorrow. Deal?"

"Fair enough."

"Great!" Ponch looked at his watch. 12:03. "Oh shoot! I have to go Jon. See you later?" Ponch turned to walk out the door.

"Bye." Jon smiled. "Oh and lock the door!"

Ponch was already gone. Jon shook his head and grinned as the door closed behind his partner.

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Barry pulled into the Taco Bell parking lot and parked next to a CHP motorcycle. It had to be Ponch's bike. Who else would it be? Ponch said he wanted to, 'show him something', whatever that, 'something,' is. Barry wasn't going to waste time guessing.

He was about to walk into the building when two men came running up to him.

"Officer! We need help! It's our friend."

"Okay, okay. I need you to calm down and show me where he is."

"This way," the men led him to a small alleyway behind the building.

As he turned the corner he felt something cold and hard hit him on the back of his neck. He fell to the ground unconscious within a matter of seconds.

"Good job guys," A third man stepped forward and kicked Barry in the side. "He's out. Take him and throw him in the back of his car. Then follow me, if you lose sight of my motorcycle you know where to go."

"Sure thing boss," The first man picked up Barry and carried him to the cruiser. "Open the door," he called to his friend.

The other man came over and opened the passenger's door.

"Not that door you idiot, this one. You can't open the doors from the back of a cop car."

"Right," he came cover and opened the back passenger side door. "I meant to open this one."

The other man rolled his eyes and laid Barry out on the back seat. "Get in," he closed the door.

His partner got in the front passenger side and closed the door. He then walked around and got in the driver's side.

"Look in his pocket for the keys."

The passenger reached back and looked through Barry's pockets. He found the keys in his front right pocket, and handed them to his partner.

He put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He pulled out of the driveway, following their boss on his motorcycle.

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Ponch pulled into the Taco Bell parking lot and parked where Barry's cruiser had been just minutes before.

"Well, he isn't here yet so I guess I'm not late," he told himself as he walked in the building.

As he stepped up to the order counter, he saw that the cashier was looking at him suspiciously.

"Uh… Is everything okay?" Ponch asked.

"I saw what you did."

"Okay? I don't know what you're referring to. I just got here."

"Don't pretend like you don't know. I seen it all."

"Uh, yeah… I guess I'll be going now…" with that Ponch turned and left. 'Well so much for lunch,' he thought.