Vacuo, Capital city

Police department HQ

"Ow, let me go you brute!" complained the teenager as the tall cop escorting him pushed him through the entrance of the P.D. Headquarters towards the reception desk, near the crowded offices. "Hey Lucy," said the cop with his deep voice, "look who is visiting us again."

A nice and pretty-looking woman, who was around her mid-thirties with blue eyes and blond hair tied up in a ponytail, glanced up from her computer screen to look at the teenager. Immediately her calm expression turned into a frown. She took a deep breath and let out a tired sigh. "Luka Cobalt, to what do we owe the pleasure?" she asked.

"What?" He cocked his head smiling, "I can't say hello to my crush? OW!" Luka's bravado was quickly shot down when the cop smacked him in the back of the head."

"I would really appreciate if you could take this seriously Luka," said the cop, whose name was Thomas."

"It's okay Tom, I'll take it from here," Lucy said with a smile and then turned to Luka. "YOU on the other hand, go take a seat. Geralt wants to talk to you," she pointed with her thumb to a couch right outside the chief's office.

Luka did as he was told and flopped down into the chair. After sitting there for a little while, he turned his attention to Lucy. "So how you doin'? How is the job going?" he asked.

Lucy looked back up at him from behind her desk and sighed, "Really stressful. With all the White Fang stuff that has been going on, we've been getting calls nonstop from all around the city. All the panic has been saturating the lines." Then resting her chin in her hand, she then continued half to herself, "I really miss working in the field."

Luka raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you ask for a vacation? All that stress is will not do any good for your baby," the tone of Luka's voice conveyed genuine concern for his friend.

Lucy's expression softened, "Actually, I already did and I'll be out in about two weeks. Thanks for your concern," she gave Luka a small smile then stood up from her chair and walked over to him.

Luka smiled back, especially since he noticed that her four-and-a-half-month baby belly was finally beginning to pop out a little bit. "Dressed prim and proper as always," he thought to himself. She was wearing a white collared long sleeve shirt, black formal dress pants, and black shoes. Lucy was relatively short, well short when compared to Luka, whose 1.87-meter (6.1 foot) frame usually towered over a lot of people.

As he sat down next to him, she gave him a good look over. Luka was a handsome lad with long shoulder-length, jet black hair combed back into an undercut style, tan skin, dark brown eyes, and a slim yet well-built body. But not even Luka's good looks could stop the mom-to-be from noticing the bags under his eyes and his cracked lips. Sadness and concern entered her eyes and she asked, "Luka, how long has it been since you last slept?"

"Meh…who knows, two maybe three days," he shrugged, "Why do you care?"

Lucy gave a small chuckle and crossed both her arms and her legs, "I could ask the same thing of you. What is a hooligan like you doing asking about the pregnancy of a cop and her wellbeing? That's hilarious if you ask me," she raised an eyebrow and gave him a sideward glance. Luka caught her glance and quickly turned his face away to hide the blush that was rising in his cheeks. "Luka you're a good boy, why you do this? This isn't you want…," she was suddenly interrupted as the door of the chief's office opened.

A tall man with silver-white hair and beard, feral yellow eyes, and a huge scar that reached from his eyebrow to his cheek and crossed through his left eye stepped through the doorway. He looked Luka in the eye and nodded for him to come in. Luka tensed up under the police chief's gaze. Obediently, he stood up and walked into the office. Lucy followed him with her eyes, "I hope he's not in too much trouble this time," she thought to herself while returning to her desk.

Luka slumped down into one of the chairs of the all too familiar office. The office was very detective-ish with walls that were painted beige and decorated with photos, paintings, and medals. A small portion of the wooden floor was covered in dark brown rug where the chief's big oak desk sat; his office chair on one side and two guest chairs on the other, one of which Luka now occupied.

There was no need for words as both simply took a seat. The atmosphere was tense, and for a little while the only sounds present were the mumble of voices from the busy reception area just outside and the ticking of a large wall clock.

After a few more tense moments, it was Luka who broke the silence, "Just to make things clear…"

"Shut up!" snapped Geralt's raspy voice. The cold emotionlessness of his tone caught Luka a little of guard. Geralt's eyes bored into Luka as he asked "I'd really like to know how you manage to pull off shit like this?"

"Well," Luka threw his arms behind his head and crossed his legs, "Mama says I'm special," he finished with a smug look.

"Well," Geralt crossed his scarred arms and tilted his head upwards to look down on Luka, "Mama's special little boy is getting his ass thrown to jail."

"What?!" yelled Luka as he sprung up from his chair, "W-what do you mean, thrown in jail?!".

"Just exactly how it sounds. I'm sending you to jail," Geralt said cooly.

Luka's face was a mix of shock and disbelief. "C-come on Geralt! Don't do this to me! I-I…" desperation filled his mind as his voice trailed off. He didn't know what to say. Luka's mind was racing. Surly Geralt didn't mean it. It was a joke, right? He looked at Geralt, waiting desperately for the punchline of the old man's bad joke. But none came.

Luka only found Geralt's stern expression staring back at him. "Do you know what you just did? Do you? You stole a damn car! Yeah, sure, I know it's not the first time you have pulled this crap, but this time, you stole from the wrong man. He is seriously pissed off and breathing down my neck to have your thieving ass thrown in the slammer!" Geralt let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his chair, "Just what are you playing at Luka?"

Luka snapped inside at the question and slammed his hands down on the desk as he found his voice again, "You know the reason why I do this. You know that I've had jobs, tons of em'!. But ever since Saint Monica…well…now when people find out I'm a faunus, they fire me!" Frustrated, Luka shook his head until his two black tiger ears appeared from under his carefully styled hair; one of them with a huge horizontal cut. "I do this because of need! Hell! I've even babysat your daughter! COME ON! Please don't do this to me Geralt!"

Luka's loud and desperate pleas could be heard from inside Geralt's closed office and they caught the attention of those who were standing outside. It didn't take long for murmurs to spread amongst the nosey bystanders. Lucy could also hear Luka. She sighed and thought to herself, "Things don't sound good in there. This might be it for Luka."

Geralt's expression was stern, his tone firm and authoritative, "Sorry Luka, but I've had you siting in this office far too many times, and so far, no matter how many times I have let you off easy, you have still wound up back in that chair. It's about time for some real tough love, so this time, I'm not planning on letting you go with just a warning."

Luka begun pacing around the room holding his head in his hands, his tiger ears pressed flat against scalp. He then stopped, looked towards Geralt, and began pleading, "Please Geralt…I don't wanna…I-I can't go to jail. Y-you've got friends who can pull some strings, right? Geralt? Please I…".

"SILENCE!" Geralt commanded while almost punching a hole in his desk. The whole building filled with a deathly silence and it stayed like that for good couple of minutes. Eventually, Geralt relaxed enough to speak calmly again, "Go and help Lucy with her paper work. I don't want to see your damn face for a while." Luka turned obediently and exited the office, but not before giving a last glance at Geralt. As soon as he stepped outside, all eyes were upon him.

As soon as his door closed, Geralt let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "There you have it Marie, your son is a lost cause," Geralt said into the intercom.

A sweet soothing voice responded, "Are you really doing it this time?" The concern and hesitation were clearly apparent in her words.

"Yes, but only for a short period of time; just enough to give him a scare. Leaving him inside too long will only make things worse," Geralt answered. "Don't worry, I will speak with someone on the boy's behalf, but until then we'll follow protocol."

"Thank you Geralt, relief resounded in Marie's voice. "Can…can I ask you question?"

Geralt leaned back in his chair as one of his eyebrows went up with curiosity, "What is it?"

"Whose car did he steal?"

"The owner of the Schnee Dust Company."

There was an awkward silence before Marie spoke again, "How in hell did he manage to pull off shit like that?!" That was the last thing Geralt heard from Marie before she hung up.

Geralt sighed again and ran a hand through his white hair, "Let's see," he took out his scroll and went through his contacts. "Ah, there you are," he thought as he stared at one name in particular, "Glynda Goodwitch".

Hello people, this is my very first fanfic, so thank you for your taking time to read this, and if you feel like leaving a comment or, umm, rating or whatever, please do it. Any kind of comment is appreciated as it will be used for improvement. So, umm, I wrote this thinking of how minor things can change the story and tried to do an OC whose back story isn't tragic or super traumatic, etc. Well anyways, if you want to tell me anything, I'm open for criticism and even flames. You can speak to me via Facebook or here.

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