Another story??? I am still trying to come up with soemthing I like for the two I have left open; My Brothers Keeper and Surviving the Storm. In the mean time. Enjoy my newest brainstorm. I hope you like it. This was inspired by an Ioki fan on another site. I will be sending it to her when it is finished.

Chapter 1

"Ioki… Booker… my office now!" Adam Fuller shouted sticking his head out of the door.

Ioki looked up at the door way as Fuller walked away. He took in a breath and then let it back out. He flipped the manila folder he had been working out of closes as he stood up. He turned his head and towards Booker's desk. The officer was slowly standing up stretching his arms over his head. His haggard outer appearance made him look as if he had spent the last week staying up all night with a different woman every night. Then again Booker never seemed to be able to look "put together" at work. It worked for him though. He was a cocky, overbearing cop who took his job as a high school student to heart. He acted as though he missed out on a childhood sometimes. It got a little old working with that day in and day out but Ioki was sure he could handle Booker for a short time. He couldn't hide his disappointment at not being paired with Hoffs again… but he could handle it for a short time.

"Did you sleep last night?" Ioki asked Booker as they walked towards the Captain's office.

"Oh… you mean I was supposed to do something other than argue with my neighbor over his idea of quiet at three o'clock in the morning." Booker jibed. He yawned again while plucking the coffee pot from its base as he walked by. He poured the remaining contents into his plastic travel coffee cup.

"Any day now officers…" Adam Fuller cynically commented as he walked back out into the doorway noting how slowly the officers were moving. "Booker you look all sunshine and rainbows this morning."

"Sure…" Booker mocked as he sat down in front of his Captain's desk. He tilted the lukewarm liquid to his lips and took a long swallow. He wrinkled his nose as he realized the cup of Joe was about six hours older than dirt and very bitter. "Wow… that sucked."

"So Dennis… the coffee not to your standards of excellence?" Ioki laughed.

"Yeah… only if battery acid is the new standard." Booker blinked his eyes and stuck out his tongue while putting the cup down on the floor next to his feet.

"That's the gold standard boys." Fuller cocked an eyebrow as he leaned back in his over stuffed chair.

"What do you have for us today Coach?" Ioki asked brushing a long black strand of hair from his cheek.

"Just a moment." Fuller stated standing up and walking to the door. "Penhall and Hanson…" Fuller motioned the officers to come to the office.

It was a brief wait as the two other officer walked slowly into Fuller's private sanctuary. The half boarded stained glass glinted with the early morning sunlight. The colors continued to spill forth brilliantly from the late nineteenth century glass. The beauty of the building could be seen in the smallest details of the former house of worship. Ioki swallowed and looked over at his partner who was starting to doze off in the chair next to him. Ioki looked up as Penhall and Hanson walked into the room looking down at the dozing man. He could see the two men fighting the urge to do something in jest to the young officer. Fuller shut the door and stopped in front of Booker who was now snoring lightly. He raised his brow and looked over to Doug Penhall who never walked away from a nice prank.

The bigger officer walked slowly up to Booker and leaned over to his ear and whispered in a breathy voice. "Good morning big boy." He then planted a kiss on the officer's cheek.

Booker's eyes flew open as wide as saucers. He fell out of the chair and landed in a head at Fuller's feet. The remaining officers hooted and laughed loudly at the officer's mishap. Booker on the other hand was less than amused. He looked up at the apparent prank of the officers and before he could fire a retort Fuller interrupted.

"Have a seat… Big Boy… we had a lot to talk about."

Booker furrowed his brow as he took his seat next to his chuckling partner. He could feel his face radiating the red hot heat of embarrassment. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to his right where Penhall and Hanson sat on the couch both struggling to stifle their laughter.

"You all are just too funny." He muttered to nobody in particular.

"Alright… lets get to the point." Fuller wiped his eyes as he sat down.

"Please tell us before we all laugh ourselves to death." Booker strained not to lose his temper anymore than he already had.

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"Okay. We had a situation that has been put into our hands by the mayor. He has been receiving complaints from a lot of local businesses and such about heightened gang trouble. They are tearing up restaurants, chasing off customers, just being a regular nuisance. He wants us to pick up the pieces before it gets worse. Penhall and Hanson have already been dropped into the situation. They have made the initial contacts with people. They have already made the primary contacts with the Dragons. They have a lead into the group. We know that there are drugs and beatings happening. We need to put an end to this quickly before someone gets hurt or worse killed."

"Haven't there already been some killings?" Booker asked furrowing his brow.

"Yeah… but there hasn't been anything linking them to the Dragons. There have also been some beatings but it all ends up the same. Nobody is talking." Hanson replied calmly. "Penhall and I have begun running with Lou Tyler who is the leader. He hasn't had anything convicting him of anything ever. He has so many lackeys who will do anything for him that he gets away with literally everything."

"Yeah… we are actually setting up a drug bust for Hanson and I. We are going to be getting busted for him. It's sort of initiation for him. He wants to see what you are willing to do for him." Penhall explained.

"But if you get busted won't that end it for the two of you? I mean a bust means time." Ioki questioned.

"Not really. We're getting busted and then released because the evidence is going to be misplaced. That puts us back out and ready to work for Lou." Penhall shifted to the side.

"So where do we come in?" Booker asked cautiously.

"You're working at Royals grill. The restaurant they have been running people off from. They seem to be running all of their business through there. Tyler's uncle owns the place and wants it cleaned up. He seems to think that Tyler's father has some influence on the kid and he wants the root of his trouble taken care of." Fuller interjected.

"Working at a diner?" Booker asked wrinkling his nose.

"Yeah…" Hanson responded. "You better be one heck of a grill cook." The officer smacked his gum as he looked over at Booker who still maintained the look of distain on his face.

"Sounds great." Ioki forced a smile. "At least I get to be twenty this time."

"Yippee!" Booker raised his fist in mock joy.

"You two start in an hour. Hoffs and I will be there for dinner this week so the coffee better be good and the food spectacular." Fuller smirked.

"Yippee." Ioki spat as he stood up looking down at Booker.

"I want Hoffs job." Booker complained.

"Nah… then we'd have to eat her cooking." Ioki commented.

"That and deal with "Flo's" attitude." Hanson laughed.

"That's enough kids get to work… I'll see you all later." Fuller rushed the officers from the office as he grabbed his overcoat and headed out the door.

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Booker grabbed the white apron and slipped it over his head. He looked at the reflection of himself in the cracked wall mirror. He cocked an eyebrow as Ioki walked in behind him. The two men had on identical white t-shirts under their stained white aprons. They were working at the grill and behind a counter.

"I look like my Uncle Burl." Booker grimaced as he continued to look at himself. He ran his hand through his hair before putting a ball cap over his dark colored locks.

"Now you look like your Uncle Burl the Yankees fan." Harry laughed before pushing a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap over his head. "Come on Uncle… we have work to do." The well built Asian man winked as he walked out of the back store room.

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"Ahh Dennis Burke and Harry Chan…" Gil Royal rubbed his hands together as he met the two undercover officers in the hallway. He was a tall round man with well groomed white and grey hair. He had deep brown eyes which seemed to laugh even when he wasn't smiling. "I am heading out of town for a couple of weeks. My number is on the office door if there is any problem. I have been promised that my restaurant will still be standing when I come back. Lola and Gil Junior will show you the ropes. That is if Lola doesn't lay that boy out for his mouth before you get out there."

"Wait… Lola… Gil Junior… where are you going." Booker asked raising his right hand while squinting his eyes in noticeable confusion.

"Heading to Florida for a week or two. Gil Junior is my son… he hired you two and Lola is his wife. Watch out for her she's preggers… a little hormonal if you ask me. I'll see you both when I get back." The older man rubbed his hands together again and then playfully and very loudly slapped Booker on the back nearly knocking his breath out of him.

"Preggers…" Ioki looked at Booker before he heard a loud female with a serious New York accent.

"Gil!"

"Oh shit…" Booker looked at Ioki as the door flew open and a tall stocky man shot inside.

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"If you two know what's good for you, you'll duck before she gets in here." Gil Junior slid into the office and slammed the door shut as the swinging door was slung opened again.

"Where'd he go?" Her accent was incredibly strong. She looked swiftly about the room at the two men both staring dumbfounded at her. Her hair hung in a pony tail off the back of her neck. Her swollen belly was showing only slightly through her waitress dress. Her face was made up beautifully. Her lips were a dark crimson red with a dark mole slightly above the right corner. It was small almost like Marilyn Monroe's. She was just as curvy in her uniform and apron. Her eyes danced below perfectly arched brows. She was absolutely beautiful. She parted her lips again in a sly toothy white smile. "Is he in the office?" She asked a little softer.

Booker and Ioki both stood slack jawed and confused staring at the lady in front of them. They both seemed almost terrified of her as she walked towards them.

"You know where my husband went don't you." She cocked a crooked smile as she stopped in front of Ioki.

"In that door." He pointed at the office.

"Thank you." She smiled a velvety smooth smile as she turned and marched towards the closed door throwing it open. "You have two men out here to train and those kids are out front and my feet hurt. On top of that you forgot to meet me at the store to register for shower gifts and now I am out of chocolate…"

"Booker… I wanna quit. The pregnant woman's out of chocolate." Ioki whispered.

"Yeah… and she scares me." Booker replied taking a deep breath. "My GOD what did we get ourselves into?"

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