So, I shouldn't start this…but this is the one I do on my iPod, so I don't feel guilty.

So, couple things. I don't write for games as a rule, but rules are meant to be broken. And I love this game. AND THAT LAST EPISODE MADE ME SO MAD!

2, if anyone knows about legal work and can help beta this for me, I would love you until the end of my days. (You know. Legal guardian custody, all zat jazz. I have no frikin idea).

3: Some things will be weird. I understand that. Slightly AU. Ya' know.

4: ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own CoD.

Chapter 1: Of Delinquents and Dripping

"Crap," Aubrey muttered. She brushed her dark bangs aside and crouched behind a tall crate, praying for the police to leave. She gathered her black hoodie around her body and tugged the hood over her head, biting her lip anxiously. Her wet jeans squelched, and she froze. The red and blue lights came nearer and nearer, shining brightly in the rain that was steadily growing harder.

A policeman stepped out of the car and placed his hand on the gun at his waist. "This is the SFPD," he called. "Come out with your hands on your head."

Dang, she thought. She gripped the ground. Come on, leave. She blinked rain out of blue eyes. It dripped down her face and ran into her mouth.

"Come out now," the policeman called.

Gonna have to run for it, she thought grimly. She dug her heels into the pavement, bounced once, then shot out of the alleyway. Her feet pounced lightly on the pavement, legs pumping. She barreled past the policeman, and was practically home free when a hand shot out of the police car and grabbed her jacket. Aubrey struggled furiously to dislodge herself, but she was zipped up and the rain stuck her jacket to her shirt. She hung limply from the officer's grip.

"Almost let this one get past you," the officer called in an amused voice, slight southern drawl evident. The woman looked down at Aubrey sternly. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Aubrey snapped as her hands were cuffed. "I know the drill."

The officer gave a ghost of a smile as she nudged Aubrey into the back of the car. She slumped against the cushions, water puddling in the floor from her dirty converse. She heaved a gusty sigh as both officers buckled themselves in. The male pushed a button and the window wipers made the outside works visible for a moment, before it was shrouded by rain.

"It's really pouring out there, isn't it?" the male remarked.

"Shut up and drive," the woman told him. "I want to get home."

"Still got an hour."

"Would you just drive?"

"I dunno," Aubrey remarked. "I think I'm enjoying sitting back here. In the dark. Freezing cold. You know."

The woman turned around and gave her an ice cold glare. "Child, I'd be quiet if I were you."

The man chuckled. "Me too. Anna turns ugly when she's mad."

"Would you drive?" Anna demanded. "I've got a boyfriend waitin'."

The man chuckled again and started the car. It pulled out of the entrance slowly. He moved the lever and they sped away.

"So, do you get to turn on the lights?" Aubrey inquired.

"Why would we do that?" Anna asked in a bored tone.

"I dunno. They didn't last time."

"You've been like this before?"

"Once." Aubrey cocked her head, thinking. "Although, it didn't really amount to anything. Got a warning and went home."

"I don't remember you."

"Oh, yeah, 'cuz I'm sure you work 24/7," Aubrey scoffed. She folded her arms, cringing as water seeped further into her skin. "Can you turn up the heat? I'm kind of freezing."

"No." Anna sounded miffed.

Aubrey grinned. "Ok-ay."

They rode in silence, the only sounds being the rain accosting the car and the sketchy groans coming from the vehicle itself. Aubrey eyed it cautiously. Hopefully it didn't explode.

They pulled into the brightly lit parking lot next to the station, and Anna opened Aubrey's door. She grabbed Aubrey's hand and jerked her towards the door, shielding her eyes with her hand. The man held the door opened and they trudged inside.

The bright lights hurt Aubrey's eyes. She squinted, water dripping off her eyelashes. She and the two policemen made slowly widening puddles on the tiles.

Anna sighed. "C'mere." She tugged Aubrey towards the room where they did mug shots. She handed her off to a man, who gave her a black note card thing with a number on it and had her stand in front of a piece of paper with heights written on it.

"Say cheese," he ordered sarcastically.

"Rawr," she answered, making a claw hands. She did duck lips in the side profile. "YOLO," she remarked as she was ushered out the door.

She was only answered by a slight chuckle.

"So, am I dangerous or something?" she asked the woman holding her. The woman sighed and nudged her to a seat on one side of a desk. She sat in the other side and got out a pen and paper.

"Age?"

"Fantastic 15."

"Name?" The woman sounded incredibly bored.

"Aubrey."

"Last name?"

Aubrey cut her eyes. "Wonka."

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, kid, it's been a long day..."

Aubrey grinned. "Fallon."

The woman stared at her. "Are you serious? Who's your parents?"

Aubrey shifted. "Look, lady, can we get on? I'd prefer to get some somewhat dry clothes."

"Okay. What're you here for?"

"Robbed the queen of England."

The officer glared. "Aubrey..."

Aubrey snickered. "Stole her biggest hat."

Anna chose that moment to pass by, carrying a cup of coffee and reading some papers. "Broke into a house," she offered, not deigning to look."

Aubrey cursed under her breath. Officers.

After a few more pointless (according to Aubrey) questions, the officer picked up a phone. "Okay, I'm going to call your folks."

"N-no!" Aubrey exclaimed. She half rose from her seat. "You really don't have to do that."

The officer looked her over. "Who're your parents, kid?"

"None of your beeswax," Aubrey muttered.

"Mom?" the officer pushed.

"Dead, okay?" Aubrey practically shrieked. "Drop it, will you?"

The officer continued, somewhat gently, as people started glancing at them. "Father?"

"If you can find him, tell I said go where the sun doesn't shine," Aubrey answered, glaring at the table.

The blonde policewoman raised an eyebrow. "Names?"

"Maria Fallon."

"...And?"

Aubrey fidgeted again, biting her lip.

"C'mon, Aubrey."

Aubrey sighed and caved in. "Jacob Fallon."

"Oh my gosh!" the officer exclaimed. "You're kidding me!" She stood up.

"Yes, I'm kidding," Aubrey answered sarcastically. "I'm really Harriet Tubman."

But the woman wasn't listening. "Natara!" she called.

An Indian looking woman poke her head out of a cubicle. "What, Blaise?"

"Get Mal out here right now!"

"Oh no," Aubrey muttered. She sat back and closed her eyes. "Was that necessary?"

"I had no idea!" Blaise grinned. "My name is Blaise Corso, I work pretty close with Mal."

"Charmed." Aubrey cut her eyes at Blaise. "How nice to know the person to put me in jail works close to m-" She caught herself. "Mal."

"What is it, Natara?" a male voice groaned. It was coming from around the corner, and Aubrey cringed. She tried to make herself as small as possible, slouching into her soggy clothes.

"I don't know, Blaise just freaked out. Come on, or we won't be able to have any peace."

They appeared around the corner; the woman, average height, with chest length hair and Indian features, and the man, tall, brown hair, and striking blue eyes. Aubrey glared up at him.

"What, Blaise?" Mal asked.

Blaise only grinned and stared at Aubrey, who sighed and straightened.

"Well, you're looking mighty fine," she told Mal. "Got the ladies hangin' onto your every word, don'tcha?"

Mal's gaze hardened. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

Natara lifted an eyebrow. "Careful, Mal."

"Aw, that's sad, real sad, Mal. I should go cry in the corner." A side of Aubrey's mouth turned upwards. "That is, after I run your bike over a cliff."

Mal's eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly. "A…Is…Are you...?"

Aubrey inclined her head. "Nice to see you too, brother."