They were two different people, they each had their own likes and dislikes. Favorite foods, TV shows, even habits. There wasn't many things that they had in common. Parents were one, job was another, their shared like of croissants could also be counted. But the one thing they shared completely, was a body. Oh, and one more thing, they were both completely and utterly in love with a certain spaceman.

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Benny hummed softly, letting himself float aimlessly around while his friends spoke. They were all gathered in Emmet's home, getting ready to watch a movie. It was a horror movie, something he didn't like too well, but he would sit through it to enjoy the company of his friends.

"Hey, has anyone heard from Bad Cop?" Emmet spoke up, setting down a bowl of popcorn.

"Not me." Lucy stated, leaving the kitchen, arms full of unopened cans of soda. She placed them on the coffee table, next to the popcorn bowl. Batman echoed her statement, reaching down to grab a can.

"I haven't either!" Unikitty stated, a frown settling on her features as she curled up on the couch. It always amazed Benny how the female was able to curl up so tight, much like a cat could. Though it didn't help that she always wore cat ears, and a tail to add to the image. Oh and don't forget about the unicorn horn. Though he could say nothing, he constantly wore his spacesuit and space helmet, it seemed weird going without it.

"Benny? Have you heard from him?" The spaceman jerked, started from his thoughts.

"Me? No…I haven't either…" Emmet frowned moving to go sit beside Lucy, who had taken up residence in the corner of the couch. He was silent for a few moments, just long enough for Batman to give a frustrated huff and get up to place the movie in the DVD player.

"Maybe one of us should go check on him? See how he's doing?" Batman gave a scoff, setting back down in his chair.

"Really? Making nice to the one who help Business capture all the master builders, tortured them, and then put them in the 'Think Tank'? Yeah right. I never want to see his face again." A grumble left the dark night as he took a swig from his can. Benny chose this moment to speak up.

"I'll go see him." All eyes turned on him, and he suddenly felt very self-conscious.

"Benny! You don't have to go, we were just talking…" Emmet stated, moving to get up.

"No no it's okay! I'm not really into horror movies anyways! Plus, if I leave now, I can probably catch him before he leaves the station!" Leaving no room to argue, the spaceman left, his feet actually touching the ground as he walked through the front door.

It was rare now a days, to see him walking and not floating, but with such heavy thoughts, he couldn't really float. No one had seen nor heard from Bad Cop, at least none of his friends, except for him. He had seen the cop leaving the local police department from the diner across from it. An angry scowl was constantly on the cops face, and though his shades hid it, Benny could still see how tired he was with how his shoulders slumped the further he got away from the door.

Benny would watch as Bad rounded the edge of the building, go to the parking lot and then get in his police cruiser. Then he would just sit, staring at the steering wheel for what seemed like hours before he started the car and headed home. It always was the same, no matter which day he went to the diner, but as of late it seemed that Bad Cop had been staying later and later, Benny often having to leave before Bad left the department. His thoughts drifted off as he made his way down the street, his destination a few minutes away.

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Bad cop tilted his head, filling the room with the sound of his neck popping. It was followed by more popping, this time by his fingers. A tired sigh left him as he leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. Almost everyone had left today, just the regular night people stayed around, some watching TV, a few actually doing work.

He should have already been home he realized, looking at the clock. It was going on eight. But he couldn't find it in him to move at the moment. His mind had been silent, since the loss of Good. It had happened so quickly, but so painfully…he still remembered the burning sensation at his temples. He could still taste copper from his blood in his mouth. Could still feel the sting of metal cutting into his face. The cool air ghosting over his wounds. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Business had told them to kragle their parents, Bad Cop knew the price if he didn't, but Good still won out, crying that they were innocent, which they were. Business had called him out, saying that Good was making him soft. Two of the robot guards pinned him and Bad switched out stating a soft 'sir' before Good was forced back in control by the sight of his parents. He wanted to beg for them to be let go, but before he could, Business had started rubbing acid on his face…then…

Bad stood, shoving himself away from his desk, sending his chair rolling into the wall. He needed to stop thinking about it. It was in the past, there was nothing he could do about it, even his forced attempt at being 'good' hadn't brought him back. Nothing would. Business had apologized, but he had simply brushed it off.

Staring down at the mountain of paperwork on his desk, Bad let out a sigh. With his thoughts the way they were, there was no way he was going to even make a dent in it tonight. But he still wasn't ready to go home to his apartment, where he was alone, listening to the deafening silence. With another sigh, Bad grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. He patted his chest pocket, making sure his others were in there…just in case, before leaving.

He locked his office door silently, ignoring the other few as he always did, and walked out of the department. The cop barely made it outside before his shoulders gave weigh under the weight of his guilt and loneliness. His eyes darted around, not bother by the added darkness of his sunglasses, looking for a place to 'hide' for a bit. He could always go to his car, but a grumble from his stomach staunched that idea quickly. He looked over at the diner across the street. It was empty enough, only one other person sitting inside. Good, no one to bother him.

Mind made, he walked across the street and headed inside. He settled in a corner booth, and after order a coffee and a donut (they didn't have croissants, who doesn't have croissants?) he looked out the window, glaring at the rain that had started to fall. Perfect, just what he needed, a cold.

A presence made itself know by a shadow, and thinking that it was the waiter, he turned, a scowl on his face. It dropped though, as he caught sight of the 80's something spaceman grinning at him as if they were long lost friends.

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Okay! So! My first Lego story! I don't know if this will get read or not but I feel quite happy about how this chapter turned out! I'm hoping that I can pump out one at least once a week! Don't forget to review! And don't forget to put suggestions in there too!