"Do you ever follow directions!?" asked Barry Baricza as he followed his friend and co-worker at the California Highway Patrol, Frank Poncherello down an alley way to a place they'd just been told not to go without back up.

"Back up is taking too long, Bear. I've got you already isn't that enough back up?" Ponch replied as he rushed off and disappeared in the shadows.

"Ok…well this day just got off to a great start…if he gets himself killed I'm gonna turn in my badge and retire early,' Bear thought as he continued walking, when suddenly he heard a scream. Bear started to run.

Soon Bear found Ponch, and the man they had been after. Ponch was standing a few inches away, and the man was hiding himself under a blanket. "Leave me alone! I know I've done some awful things but can't you see I'm sick!" he shouted then started to cough. He had screamed when he saw an officer coming near him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

Ponch and Bear exchanged glances. "Uh…sir, let's get you to the doctor," Ponch suggested.

The man said nothing he just glared at Ponch and Bear. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Back up had soon arrived, it was Jeb, Bonnie, and Grossie. They didn't need that many people…but this guy they'd been after for a while, he was a thief and considered dangerous so apparently everyone had to show up to help. Ponch went back to call for an ambulance cuz this guy was very sick. As he did that he didn't realize that Bear was helping the guy up and to another spot.

Soon Ponch was making his way back to Bear. "Wait, no Bear…don't get too close to him, he's very sick. He might pass something on to you."

Bear rolled his eyes. "Ponch it's fine," he said.

Ponch was silent for a few moments not sure what to tell him…was it really fine? Or was this just the beginning?