Nick's POV

I was going through a bunch of files that I had to choose as my next assignment.

A loud pounding distracted me from reading one of the files. "Nicholas."

"Come in," I replied and turned my head down and continue to read the files.

My boss came in and sat right in front of me. "Found the case you're willing to do yet Gray."

"I'm only on the third of the ten files you gave me," I responded in a mature voice.

He shoved the pile of files in front of my face over to the side of my wooden desk. "The commissioner called and gave me four files that he wishes you would do for him."

"Ok..." I placed down the file I was holding and took the four files from his bare hands.

He quickly explained them to me even before I was able to open the first file in front of me.

I took the second file under the first one, and he explained that one to me too.

He pulled the last one out and opened it in front of me. "This is the case he wants you to do immediately."

"You know you didn't have to go all this way," I spoke.

"Not the point," he responded and pointed to the picture of a man paper-clipped to the upper right edge of the file, "He's Michael Larkin."

"He's been suspected for drugs possession, illegal carrying of a gun, robbery, linked to terrorism, and trading secret information of our country to Russia."

"So you want me to find this guy?" I questioned.

"No hotshot."

"You realized that how uncomfortable it makes me feel what you just said."

"Nick you're like the son I never had," he said, "now stop complaining and listen to me."

"Our top experts believe that he's in Malibu, and somewhat planning revenge on a multi-millionaire who reported him to the police back in 1989."

"So you want me to pack my bags over to Malibu and protect this so-called millionaire."

"You got the point but not to protect him, but his daughter."

"The commissioner told me that he got informed that she got several death threats over the last few weeks."

"And what's her name?" I wondered and pick up the pen again to write some stuff down.

"Miley Stewart."

I dropped the pen again. "Miley. Miley Stewart. As in the daughter of TV producer Robby Ray Stewart."

"You know the Stewart family?" he questioned me as if I was a criminal under question.

"You might have forgotten that my parents are also multi-millionaires and I grew up in Malibu before I came here."

"So you and her are?" He questioned me again. Since when is he all of a sudden a curious whiny guy?

"We grew up together and me and my family move when I was nine."

"That's all?" He curiously uttered raising his eyebrows.

"Are you supposed to be my dad or am I under question."

"The second one more likely, but come on tell me?"

"She was my first kiss okay. Now could you leave my office now Max."

"I'm your boss Nicholas, you can't get rid of me forever. Not until I'm dead, and that's not for a long long long time. Besides I'm only thirty-four."

"That still doesn't make you sound young."

"At least I'm not the 26 year old with no girlfriend. And in my book I am not legally old until I'm at least forty-five."

"Hey I'm not the one with any future if he doesn't get out of my office."

"Fine. But the commissioner wants you to go by tomorrow morning," Max replied, and closed the door behind him as he exited Nick's office.

"Finally some peace and quiet for once," I sighed. Since I got promoted to be a NY S.W.A.T Division Leader I started working with Max. The first thing I knew was that he was a talker and once you get him angry there's nothing that can stop him. Nothing.

At first he was a loner to me, he did everything perfectly and all the people under him respected him. Most of them told me that Max at least save over two hundred people since he started as a volunteer six years ago, and rescued at least twenty S.W.A.T members from hostage.

At first he was under respected since he had a different background than most of the S.W.A.T team growing up with no parents and spending most of his time out of school.

I worked with this man for about 8 months and when I first came he pretty much ignored me, only saying a few words to me only on mission like the others.

A couple of my teammates told me that after his wife died in an accident he became isolated from the others.

Once the commanding officer above him assigned us to be on a mission together did he really warmed up to me. It started out in silence until he actually spoke more than 10 words to me. That was the first time I actually say him smile.

After the mission when we return to New York he actually stick to his friendly side for good. The other guys kept asking me for a while what I did to make the Max Miller change.

He turned from the brave loner into a goofy yet still brave fun guy that everyone in the Division used to love.

We became blood brothers after that, and although we weren't really related he was like Kevin and Joe, my brothers, he cared about me like my actual brother.

I opened the file and stared at the picture of Michael Larkin. There is just something about him that makes me feel that he's the most dangerous man I will ever meet in my life.

"Nick!" I heard a yell came from outside. "Pizza's here!"

"I'll come out in a minute Max!"

Just when I thought I had some peace, I just had to be interrupted again by Max.

I quickly skim through the file about him and I found out that he is one of America's Most Wanted on the FBI's list.

The phone that was on my right side started ringing. I quickly held it against my ear. "Hello. Commissioner Wilkes. Yes I'm reading the case you wanted me to do."

"Nick this case is very important. Robby Stewart is a close friend and he gives a lot of money to the NYPD. You're one of the best for this job. Being only 26 and a Division Leader is very impressive. If this mission is completed without harm to the Stewart family you'll be promoted."

"Don't worry sir, whether I get promoted or not I got to finish this mission. Besides I know Mr. Stewart and I wouldn't want Miley to get hurt either."

"Ok. Remember I want you to sleep early tonight and I want you on the first flight to Malibu tomorrow morning Nicholas."

When the phone call ended I turned back to the file. "Michael Larkin was born in 1978 in Michigan, grew up in Detroit and spent most of his teenage years with a gang of illegal drug dealers."

Loud pounding on the door distracted me for the final time. "Nick hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" I responded to Max's impatience. I had Max at work and I had Joe at home. Doesn't get any better than that.

I closed the file and walked out. I saw Max holding an extra large pizza. "It's about time you showed up!"

When it was 10 PM I drove back to my condo in my Ferrari and I realized that it wasn't a dream. I was going back to place where I grew up as a boy.

"This mission is going to be interesting."

Since the NJK Awards had ended I'm spending Spring Break writing until April 18, Jonas Brothers World's first anniversary.

There might be a time when I'm not updating and I'll probably be working on The Lion and Lamb Awards because I'm a judge there.

More updates will be coming out soon especially for Best Man & Maid of Honor, My Life With Joseph Gray, JONAS: Mission 2 Escape, and write Backward and Forward: Memoirs.

Thank you to everyone who nominated and visited the NJK Awards. Since the launched of the NJK Awards on February 21st until now there has been over 950 visitors, an impressive number of nominations, and I had the chance to talk to a bunch of new friends, especially All We Are.