The police station in the little town of Black Oak was dark and deserted but for the one light coming from the interrogation room. Chief Officer Yoongi tiredly rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"Look, Jimin," he said to the young man sitting in front of him, "This is not the first time that this has happened. You know I try, but I cannot bend the law for you forever. You´re going to spend the night here."

"What?!" the youth´s eyes widened in disbelief. "You can´t do that Yoongi, I´m working tonight!"

"I can and I will," Chief Officer Yoongi said resolutely. "At least, you will think twice before you start a fight next time."

"He called me short!" Jimin exclaimed indignantly.

"You are short," Chief Officer Yoongi replied dryly.

"Doesn´t mean he has to rub it in my face!"

"Doesn´t mean that you have to break his nose for it."

"Yoongi, how about I –"

"That's enough," he was cut short. "You are spending the night in jail and I will hear no more about this. I still have to show the new kid around and I would like to get some sleep tonight. Wait here, we´ll come back for you," he got up from his chair and made his way to the door, pausing with his hand on the door knob. "And don´t call me Yoongi in front of him," he added. "I don´t need you undermining my authority from the start, is that clear?"

"Yes, Officer," Jimin murmured sulkily.

"Good," Yoongi nodded and left the room, heading to the front desk where his new deputy was waiting for him. When he noticed his superior approaching, he stood at attention, unintentionally towering over Yoongi.

"Deputy Jeon Jungkook at you command, Chief - sir!"

Yoongi winced at the volume and waved his hand dismissively. "At ease, deputy, there´s no need for formalities."

"Sir, yes sir!" Deputy Jeon Jungkook replied, apparently oblivious to how his voice echoed through the empty corridor.

Yoongi turned around, motioning for him to follow. "This won´t take long, we have just one offender here tonight, so I will show you where we lock them up and hopefully we can go home soon," he explained, thinking of himself in his warm bed. "This here will be your office," he pointed at a door they passed. "It´s fully equipped, you can bring your personal things in tomorrow. Mine is at the end of this hallway to the right." They completed the short tour of the station in a few minutes. Deputy Jungkook was silent for most of it, only here and there nodding his Sir, yes sir!, up until they entered the observatory room which adjoined the interrogation room and was dominated by a huge glass window, disguised as a one-way mirror from the other side. Deputy Jungkook´s eyes narrowed as he observed the said offender, sitting in the next room.

"What is he in for, sir?" he asked, never taking his eyes off Jimin.

Yoongi glanced at his regular delinquent. "Assault," he sighed tiredly. "Let´s lock him up, the night guard should be here shortly and I really want to get out of here. Would you like to handle it?"

"With pleasure, sir," smiled the new deputy, and if Yoongi wasn´t thinking of his bed again, he might have worried about how sincere it sounded.

They entered the interrogation room and Deputy Jungkook marched over to Jimin, taking the hand cuffs from his belt as he commanded curtly, "On your feet."

Perplexed, Jimin looked from the new deputy to Yoongi and back, hesitantly rising from the chair. "Officer, that won´t be necessary…" he started but Deputy Jungkook cut him short.

"You have been arrested for an assault, punk. Now shut up and put your hands behind your back."

Jimin shot Yoongi one more bewildered look and slowly did as he was told. With perhaps more force than necessary, Deputy Jungkook bound his hands and pushed him toward the door.

Once locked in the little jail with only a tiny toilet to keep him company, Jimin caught Yoongi´s sleeve through the bars and whispered frantically, so that the deputy who had immediately headed to his new office, wouldn´t hear him. "What kind of a freak did you bring here, Yoongi, he almost dislocated my arms!"

Chief Officer Yoongi shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Well, I guess it´s time you learned that not all cops are as lenient as me." And with that he walked away, leaving the dumbfounded and a little scared Jimin behind the bars. His working day way over and he was going to spend his evening sitting in a comfortable chair, dreaming about retirement.

Jungkook closed the door of his new apartment, kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket over one of the kitchen chairs, before he got himself a nice cold water with slices of cucumber and lemon from the fridge and went to change into his workout clothes. He was pleased with himself. The delinquent looked positively terrified when he had handled him and Jungkook knew that he would think twice before making trouble again.

He had been looking to step up his game in fighting crime for some time now and in the end, getting himself transferred to a place which had the reputation of a corrupted and criminal-infested town seemed like the best choice. He would miss his old post as a street patrol officer and, more than anything, he would surely miss his loyal street patrol horse Linda, but equipped with an abundance of self-help literature, he was determined to make the best out of the change.

As he had promised to himself, Yoongi was sitting in his leather armchair by the fireplace and imagining that he didn´t have to go to work the next day, when his phone rang. He cursed under his breath all the way to the blaring apparatus and answered it in his most irritated voice.

"What?!"

"Yoongi?" a velvety voice sounded from the receiver. "I´m so sorry to disturb you at this unearthly hour, did I wake you?"

Yoongi closed his eyes and gave himself a moment to draw a deep breath. "No, that´s fine, Seokjin. What do you need?"

"I have a huge favor to ask of you. I´m calling from Namjoon´s. It´s gone."

Yoongi opened and closed his mouth a few times without a sound before he was able to say, "What? What do you mean gone? What happened to it?"

Seokjin explained.

"I cannot believe it!" exclaimed Yoongi, astonishment giving its way to anger. Could he never just have a moment of peace?

"Yes, yes, I find it very aggravating myself, believe me," Seokjin´s velvety voice soothed him. "But we need to take care of this, Yoongi."

Yoongi sighed. "I understand." His brow furrowed. "I cannot take the case myself - my new deputy arrived today and given our connections it would be too suspicious."

"What do you propose?"

Yoongi thought for a moment. "I will give it to the newbie," he said slowly. "Based on the reports I have read, he is newly about the dumbest person residing in Black Oak. It shouldn´t be too difficult to lead him off track."

"Thank you, Yoongi. I knew I could count on you." There was a pause. "How´s Jimin? He didn´t show up to work tonight."

"Yes, about that…" Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, searching for words.

"I assumed, you finally jailed him," Seokjin filled in for him knowingly. "I don´t blame you, he had it coming. Sometimes I wonder if we can ever undo all the spoiling we have done to him. He´s gotten out of our control completely."

"I wouldn´t be so pessimistic," Yoongi smiled out of nowhere. "From what I saw today, the new deputy might change that."

The next day, Deputy Jungkook arrived at work early. Chief Officer Yoongi hadn´t come in yet, so Jungkook spent some time organizing his new office – mainly deciding where the best place would be for the picture of him sitting on his horse Linda in his street patrol uniform, looking handsome and dangerous at the same time. The wall next to the door which he had a nice view of from behind the desk would do just fine.

After hanging the picture, Deputy Jungkook did about 50 one-handed push-ups on each side because he firmly believed that his muscular frame helped to deter criminals. Then he took off his uniform jacket as the exercising got him rather warm and he left to check if Chief Officer Yoongi had arrived yet. His office was empty, but there was a calendar on the wall indicating that today, Officer Yoongi should start his day by releasing the arrested offender. More precisely, the note said Let Jimin go: file on the table, be gentle – you will retire soon, I promise.

Jungkook scoffed. He didn´t see any reason to be gentle with a repeatedly detained offender and he decided that since Chief Officer Yoongi obviously wasn´t a morning bird, he would save him some work by dealing with the offender himself. He picked up the file on the table, opened it and frowned. There was a face shot with the name Jimin, and a short list of dates and cryptically captioned offenses like writing a list, bull manipulation, lyrics, creative practices, and being short which had seven counting marks next to it – obviously a repeated offense, whatever it stood for. Hardly a complete criminal file, Jungkook thought and picked up a pen from the table before he headed to the station jail.

Jimin was awake and currently doing sumo squats. Jungkook watched him unnoticed for a couple of reps and then said coldly, "You should shift your weight more to your heels, you´re putting unnecessary pressure on your knees like this."

The young man behind bars almost banged his head onto the ceiling from how high he jumped in surprise (but only almost, let us not forget, he was very short). "Officer," he exhaled. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Dirty conscience?" Jungkook lifted an eyebrow as he unlocked the cell.

"Heh, no," Jimin smirked and made a move to leave the cell when a strong hand on his shoulder yanked him back and Deputy Jungkook rattled a pair of handcuffs in front of his face. Jimin was about to argue but then he thought better of it.

Hands bound behind his back once again, he was lead through the corridor but instead of heading to the exit, the deputy shoved him into the interrogation room again.

"I thought you would let me go," Jimin whined but Jungkook only pushed him down onto the chair and smacked the folder he was carrying onto the table, making Jimin jump again.

"Shut your mouth," he commanded. "I will ask you some questions first. Answer truthfully or you´ll be one sorry-ass motherfucker."

"Where is Officer Yoon-" Jimin demanded but was crudely interrupted.

"You will not speak unless I ask you a question, criminal! Is that clear?" Deputy Jungkook bellowed and gleefully watched as Jimin seemingly shrunk in his chair.

"Y-Yes, officer," Jimin squeeked, his eyes wide.

"Good. Name?" said Deputy Jungkook taking a seat across from Jimin and opening the file.

"What? You don´t know my name?" Jimin blurted out in surprise. He had been at the police station so many times, that he considered himself something like a guest of honor (probably because had always just gotten a friendly pat on the back and a recommendation not to do this or that again). However, now the deputy gave him a look that would make him pee his pants, had he not used the tiny jail toilet some minutes before. "It´s Jimin!" he said quickly. "Park Jimin."

The deputy made a note in the file. "Sex?"

Jimin´s eyes bulged out of his head and almost fell out of their sockets and onto the table.

"Well, I guess that´s a redundant question," Deputy Jungkook muttered and noted male (although to be fair, no one could be so sure these days). "Height?"

This time, Jimin´s eyes narrowed because he was used to taking any reference to his height as an offense. "175 cm," he stated coolly.

"Weight?"

They went through a few more basics, before Deputy Jungkook looked up from the file and leaned back in his chair. "Alright, punk. Since you´re obviously a dangerous and repeatedly detained law-breaker, I see it as my duty to get to know you better and complete your file while we´re at it. I´m going to ask you about your previous offences and you´re going to tell me nice and easy what you did and why you did it. What happened on April 3rd? It says here you were detained for ´writing a list´," said Deputy Jungkook checking the file. The offender looked at him, his mouth slack. Jungkook lifted an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Erm – well, I…" Jimin started, avoiding eye contact. "I just wrote a couple of names down on a paper with a couple of notes to each…"

"You mean like a hit-list!" Jungkook´s eyes narrowed.

"No! Nothing like that, it was just for my personal use, it just somehow… well, leaked," Jimin smiled apologetically. He had never been ashamed of this incident, in fact he thought it had been hilarious, but the piercing gaze of the police officer made him feel like he was standing before a moral trial.

"What did it say?"

"Well, uh… pretty basic stuff. What they liked to be called, favorite toys, favorite games, what drinks they liked…" Jimin shrugged.

"So these were your friends?" Deputy Jungkook inquired.

"You could say so," the young man nodded. "But some of them were sort of influential, if you know what I mean, and they didn´t like that their personal information leaked like that so I was fined."

Deputy Jungkook furrowed his brow. It didn´t seem like some serious offense to him. He decided to move on. "June 6th, ´bull manipulation´." This time his heart sped up a bit. As a horse lover, he was very passionate about animal rights issues in general. "Did you do some funny business with an animal?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Well, a mechanic riding bull, not a real cow," Jimin said a bit defensively. "We sometimes have this competition in who lasts the longest on it and I may have tweaked the machine a little bit to win, but nothing major, it´s not like somebody got injured because of it or anything," he specified.

"And they arrested you for that?" Jungkook asked, puzzled. He was all for a fair game but arresting someone for cheating in a competition seemed to him like a bit of an overreaction. Jimin just shrugged. The deputy skipped to the last offense. "You were arrested seven times for being short. Short on cash? You didn´t pay for something?"

"No, people just sometimes call me short and I don´t like it so it makes me flip and give them a smack," Jimin clarified. The deputy was looking suspiciously at him so he added, "Sometimes with a chair."

Before Deputy Jungkook could say anything else, the door opened and Chief Officer Yoongi walked in. The deputy was on his feet in a flash, clicking his heels in salute, startling both Jimin and Officer Yoongi.

"At ease, Deputy," Yoongi waived his hand in dismissal. "And stop doing that or you´ll give me a heart attack."

"Sir, yes sir!" the deputy exclaimed, making Yoongi wince.

"May I ask what you are doing?"

"I was completing the file of Park Jimin, sir," the deputy reported.

"I see," Yoongi gave Jimin a look and then turned to Jungkook once more. "Unfortunately, we have to cut that short, Deputy, as I have an assignment for you."

"Assignment, sir?"

"Yes, an investigation in the terrain," Chief Officer Yoongi nodded and guided the young officer out of the room and into his office, leaving Jimin behind once more. Once there, he lowered himself into his chair. "There has been a theft last night, a sensitive matter. You see, Lord Namjoon has recently acquired a ridiculously big and ridiculously expensive diamond into his collection of ridiculously expensive things he owns because they´re ridiculously expensive, and that diamond has been stolen last night."

"Excuse me, sir, Lord Namjoon?" Deputy Jungkook frowned.

"Well, he´s not really royal, he´s not even an aristocrat or anything, he just likes the sound of words like Sir, Lord, castle, servant, and so on. I mean with that much money it doesn´t really matter to people whether the titles are accurate or not."

"I see, sir."

"Anyway, here is the information," he handed Jungkook a file. "I would like you to commence the investigation immediately and report the results to me. Any questions?"

"No, sir!"

"Good luck, Deputy."