Disclaimer: None of the characters contained herein are mine. I just like to play with them sometimes. And yes for those that have read my other stories I'm still poor. Someday I'll rule the world but until then I am forced to survive off of Ramen Noodles. Okay so it's not that bad and I'm lower middle class not poor. Still it sounded good didn't it?

A/N: Okay, so here's the deal again. This is the May edition of my song drabble things. Various characters are used. The list would be a bit much for me to type here. Not all of these are canon. (Duh) Also not all of these will become stories in and of themselves. I've written quite a few drabbles that are not ever going to be used in a story, i.e. Pretty Woman, The Little Princess, Burn Notice (though that one might someday), White Collar (another maybe) and so on. Also, some of these drabbles are from my own stories and you may see parts of them in the stories themselves. Lastly, not all of the drabbles really have anything to do with the song (in fact most of them don't really). It could just be that a phrase or a word in the song sparked something that made me think of the drabble or I might have just been listening to that song when I came up with the idea for the drabble. Okay enough from me. On with the show.

May 1, 2014

Wake Up—Alanis Morissette (4:54)

Copper

Byrnes and Sullivan

"You give that boy far too much leeway…sir," Byrnes told the Chief in a low voice as Kevin Corcoran stormed from the Chief's office to try and prove the innocence of that nigger reverend. He hated Corcoran with a slow burning fire and made few bones about it.

"Mmm," Sullivan hummed in something like agreement as he studied the swirl of the whiskey in his glass.

Byrnes shot him a sharp look. "He'll not let anything stand in his way, sir. He's the ambitious type. He'll do anything he can to get rid of you and me. You'll need to rein him in if you want to keep your job."

Sullivan waved him off with a snort. "Corcoran's far too focused on finding that wife of his and figuring out who murdered his daughter to bother with us. Besides…he's got friends that would protect him if I tried to force him out or stop him from doing what he wants to do. Still…he's no threat to either of us."

Byrnes shook his head in exasperation. "Mark my words: Corcoran is going to be the end of you if you let him. Half the force thinks he's God's gift and the other half think he's the biggest hero to ever live. They'll follow his orders long before they'll follow yours. You'll come to regret not giving him at the least a dressing down. A good beating would cure him of his ambitions."

Sullivan scoffed wordlessly and waved the Sargent from his office. Corcoran wouldn't dare challenge him. Ever.

Months later the late Sargent Byrnes words echoed in his ears as Detective Corcoran held him by his throat against the wall. He shouldn't have underestimated Corcoran's determination to do the right thing. Corcoran released him and sped from the office to catch the spy and Sullivan stared after him, gasping for breath. Corcoran was a different kind of animal and he'd ignored the signs. Damn Byrnes anyway.