Author's Note: Hello, again! I told you I would be back with another fan fic based on a Liam Neeson movie, didn't I? This one's based on the Lego movie, of course, and it takes place sometime after the movie. Also, with the exception of Unikitty, who is still kind of a horned cat, only with fur, all of the Legos are human, because I didn't think it was possible for Legos to get arthritis. Oh, and one more thing before I go, in this story, I kind of see Bad Cop/ Good as change of moods, instead of two different people. I hope you enjoy the story!

One:

Stake Out

Heavy snow fell outside the Bricksburg bank, one of the many owned by President Business. Except for the dozen or so police cars parked out front, and the drama that was unfolding inside the building, this would have been just like any other day in December.

The place was being robbed. They had gotten the call that morning, and they had been staked out ever since. Bad Cop had been trying to negotiate with the robber for hours now, but hadn't had much success. He was getting tired.

Standing next to Dennis, his new apprentice, Bad Cop leaned against his police car for support, holding his microphone up to his mouth. 'I'll give you one last chance," he said, his deep, gravel-like voice, thick with his Irish accent, booming out across the parking lot. "If you bring out the hostages, we will try to make some kind of deal with you, all right?"

Then, the doors to the bank opened, and a head popped out around the door, but Bad Cop and Dennis were too far away to make out who it belonged to. "You promise?" the head asked.

Bad Cop muttered a few inaudible words, but anybody who knew Bad Cop could've guessed they would've been foul and inappropriate. "Yes," he said, doing his best to reign in his temper. "I promise."

Bad Cop had been lying, of course. He might've been bad, but there was still a little Good Cop in him. There was no way he was going to make any deal with the robber. Sure, he still thought of himself as a Good Cop, but Good Cop would never lie, and he had to be Bad Cop for situations like this.

Dennis looked over his shoulder at Bad Cop and grinned, his face flushed from both excitement and the cold. "I think they're getting ready to come out," he said, his voice trembling with the anticipation.

Bad Cop grunted. "I hope so," he said, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his hand. "I'm getting tired of standing in this icebox." The pain in his hand was getting worse. It always did when it got cold. He suspected he had arthritis, but he hadn't told anybody, yet, fearing he would be ridiculed by his fellow officers.

Dennis laughed. "What's the matter, Grandpa, not getting too old for this job are you?" he asked, echoing his fears.

Bad Cop grimaced, hoping Dennis hadn't seen him. I'll make you think, Grandpa, he thought, wondering how he had gotten saddled with Dennis, but he had nobody to blame but himself.

Bad Cop had taken Dennis under his wing when no one else would, not wanting the burden of a new apprentice. There were some in the force who thought Dennis was still a little too green, too trigger-happy, to be in this business, but, to be honest, Bad Cop did, too, though he remembered when he had been just like Dennis at that age, and he saw a little bit of himself in the lad.

Sure enough, seconds later, just as Dennis had claimed, the doors of the bank opened and the hostages came out of the building, none of them looking as if they had been harmed. They crossed the parking lot, and walked over to the cop cars, making it back to the other side alive.

"Now, come out with your hands up!" Bad Cop ordered, bellowing into the microphone again.

Once the hostages had made it out, a young boy, a boy younger than Dennis, stepped out of the bank, holding his head down. He made the journey across the parking lot, just as the passengers had, holding his head down and shuffling his feet. As soon as he made it to the other side, Bad Cop staggered over to him, handcuffed him, and hauled him into the backseat of the car.

Turning to Dennis, Bad Cop scowled in disgust, lowering his gun. "They're getting younger and younger ever year," he said.

Dennis hadn't heard him over the howling wind. "What was that?" he asked.

Bad Cop shook his head. "Never mind," he said, and was beginning to open the car door when Dennis grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to the side.

Dennis stared past Bad Cop, gazing into the backseat of the car. "I know him," he said, his face white.

Bad Cop raised a bushy, skeptical eyebrow at him. "Him?" he asked, tilting his head at the robber sitting in the backseat of the car. "How?"

Dennis took a deep breath. "From my street days," he said. "He was in the same gang I was in. He's name's Alex."

Bad Cop shrugged. "Don't worry about it," he said, and slid onto the driver's seat with great difficulty, bowing his head in order to fit his lofty, six-foot frame in the vehicle. Once again, he hoped Dennis hadn't noticed, but, if the boy had, he gave no sign. "We'll talk about it later."

Dennis went over to the passenger's side, opened the door, and shut it behind him when he got into the car. Once he was inside, Bad Cop drove off, and couldn't have been happier to leave the place behind.

Bad Cop and Dennis, for the most part, were silent during the trip to the police station, but Alex taunted Dennis all the way there.

"Hey, Dennis, long time no see," he said when Bad Cop and Dennis had gotten into the car. "Big policeman now, eh?"

With one warning look from Bad Cop, Dennis chose to ignore him, deciding to stare out of the windshield instead.

Alex wasn't about to be deterred. "So, think you're too good for us now, huh?" he went on, trying his best, Dennis thought, to rile him up.

Bad Cop, however, took the bait. "Shut your trap!"

Alex amused by the whole thing, laughed. "Watch it, you old geezer," he said. "I've got people watching you."

Bad Cop let out a sardonic laugh. "You think I'm afraid of a bunch of little punks like you?" he asked.

Alex still wasn't swayed. If anything, he seemed more determined than ever. "You look you're about to fall apart and break into dust any second now," he said. "I think I could take you on."

Dennis looked over at Bad Cop, and saw Bad Cop flexing his hands on the wheel, causing the veins to bulge out on his gnarled fingers.

Dennis let out a mournful sigh.

This was going to be a long drive.

Bad Cop and Dennis walked out of the police station hours later, stepping out into the cold night.

Dennis looked up at Bad Cop. "What are you going to do with Alex?" he asked, hunching his shoulders against the wind.

"What we usually do," Bad Cop said, walking to his car. "Give him a fair trial, and if he's guilty, we put him in prison."

Dennis shrunk away from Bad Cop. "He hates me now," he said, hanging his head in shame. "He thinks I'm a traitor."

Bad Cop stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at Dennis. "More than likely, but those days are behind you now," he said, opening the car door. "It won't do you any good to worry about it. Trust me."

Dennis still wasn't reassured. "Maybe, but I still think something bad's going to come out of this, just you wait and see," he said, watching Bad Cop open the car door. "Where are you going anyway?"

Bad Cop gaped at him in disbelief, as if Dennis should've known what he had been planning. "To get a drink," he said, almost falling into the car. "I could use one."

Dennis glared at him. "You're not drinking," he said, grabbing one of his hands. "Not while I'm around. I'm not going to be responsible if anything happens to you."

Jumping back from Dennis, Bad Cop pulled his hand back, holding it against his chest.

Dennis let go of his hand. "I'm sorry," he said, backing away from Bad Cop. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Bad Cop opened the driver's side door, sat down behind the wheel, and drove off, spinning snow into Dennis's bewildered face.