Hi, I basically watched an episode of Major Crimes and came up with an idea for another story. It's all about Rusty when he goes to UCLA after that 'scholarship' he got from that judge so yeah, onto the story. I own no characters except from Professor Finkleman, Clara, Sara and Greg in this chapter.


Rusty looked up at the tall building in front of him and smiled.

"Are you sure that you don't need a lift after?" he heard. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at Sharon. "Okay, sorry. It's just... I'm so proud of you for working so hard for this." she said, hugging him.

"So that means that I should be pegged with 'the boy with the security detail'?" Rusty smirked, leaning back to see her frown.

"Well, it's not everyday this so-called 'boy with the security detail' is in danger." she replied gently.

Rusty sighed, watching fellow students pass by and greet their friends after their Christmas holidays.

"I know, Sharon. I promise to be safe and if I need someone to pick me up, I'll call Ricky." he replied, knowing that he could count on his adopted older brother to lie for him when he needed time away from the condo and Sharon. Not that she was home all the time anyway.

"Fine," she finally smiled. "I just can't believe that I'm going through this for the forth time!" she breathed out.

"I'll make it easier for you." Rusty said, giving her another hug. "I will turn around and walk away. You get back into your car and drive to work. Then, in a couple of hours time, we'll have dinner. If I haven't been invited to a party or something."

Sharon nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'd better go. Have a nice day." With that, she watched him turn around and take a deep breath in before walking away from her.


English Literature had always been one of his favourite subjects so Rusty had made sure to answer lots of questions and contribute to the lecture.

When his professor had asked another question, Rusty's hand had shot up but someone had gotten there just before.

She spoke with confidence and Rusty was sure that he had heard that voice before. He turned around and looked up to see a brown-haired, brown eyed beauty. She's still as beautiful as ever, he thought. When she had finished giving her answer, her eyes panned down towards Rusty and she gave him a warm, shy and recognising smile.

"Precise, Ms Slater." The professor called out, cutting their gaze from each other.

"Th-Thank you." Kris Slater replied, a blush creeping onto her features.

Rusty's gaze went back to the professor and he shrank back in his seat, sighing deeply. So, this is where she ended up. Not surprised, she's brilliant.

The professor was about to speak again when the bell rang and he waved it off. "Okay students, just read pages 30 to 37 in this lesson's topic and we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow - Mr Beck, can you stay behind for a couple of minutes, please?"

Rusty watched as his classmates left the room. His eyes connected to Kris's and she gave him a smirk before disappearing out the door.

He stood up, putting his books and things away in his bag before heading down the steps to Professor Finkleman who wore a grin on his face.

"So, you're Captain Raydor's son, am I right?"

"Yes, I am. Uh, you know about me?" Rusty asked, flustered.

Professor Finkleman nodded, perching on the edge of his desk and folding his arms. "Yes, I know about you, Russell. My colleague's husband spoke about you over dinner last night. He's impressed with your standards, commitment and persistence. And I agree with him as I, too, am very much impressed from your enthusiasm you have shown today."

Rusty broke out a small smile and cleared his throat. "Well, thank you Professor Finkleman. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Kid."

Rusty walked out with a smile on his face and bumped into Kris. "Oh my God, I am so sorry." he said, helping her pick up her books.

"Rusty, it's okay. Really." she laughed. "So how have you been?" she asked him as they stood up.

"Great. I got a scholarship here for Law and maybe Journalism. Depends." he shrugged, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

"Cool. 'Cause I'm pretty sure I didn't see you last year." she giggled. "How's your mom?"

"Oh, Sharon? Yeah, she's good. Everyone's good. We had this big Christmas party and Ricky announced that he was buying the condo down the hall to be closer to us. And Emily's pregnant."

"Wow. Well, congrats to both of them. I've been good too. It was fun going to Dubai over the Summer with my parents but sometimes I just want to stay home in front of the fireplace."

"Fireplace? In L.A?" Rusty smirked, making her blush.

"Well, my second home. In Canada." she said. "Where my brother lives."

Rusty smiled. "Canada, huh? Very cold over the Winter."

"Yep. Do you want to follow me to the cafeteria? I can introduce you to my friends."

Rusty looked around. He didn't really recognise anyone other than Kris since they had gone to the same high school together. He turned back to her and nodded. "Sure."


"So, she reappears!" A ebony haired, dark skinned girl smiled at Kris.

Kris rolled her eyes playfully and gestured to Rusty. "Guys, this is Rusty. We went to the same high school together."

Rusty gave a meek wave and sat down beside her.

"Rusty, this is Clara," she said, pointing at the girl who spoke before. "Greg," She pointed at the 'jock-looking' blonde. "And Sara." she finished, pointing at a brunette spectacle and beanie wearer. "Rusty takes our class."

"Ah." Sara said, stuffing some salad into her mouth. "I heard some things about you, dude."

Rusty blushed. "Good things, I hope?"

Sara smirked, turning to the others who smirked too. Kris looked on, confused.

Greg leaned in as if it was a secret. "Rumours going around that your mom's rich. And that the only reason you're here is because she bought your way in."

Rusty sighed, raising an eyebrow.

"And," Clara took over. "You have a security detail who follows you in your shadows." That may have been true, knowing Sharon. "What? Are you that rich that you need security? Or did you kill someone?" she joked.

Kris sighed. "Guys, this is not how we treat friends."

"He's your friend." Sara mumbled.

"I know and I'm yours too. Be nice and play nice."

Rusty wanted to know something. "Are these rumours all around campus?"

"Yeah. Are they true?" Greg answered.

Rusty shrugged a little. "Well, we're rich. I'm not going to lie about that but I don't take handouts from her, I work for my own money. And no, she didn't buy my way in. I got a scholarship from someone who works here. I happen to know her husband and he's supportive of my career choices and he's good friends with my mom as well but she had nothing to do with this."

"What about the security detail?"

"I... I got mugged two months ago and my mom is super protective but I have spoken to her about letting the detail go. I don't need them. I can defend myself." he easily lied.

Kris smiled triumphantly. "See guys, he's cool."

Clara nodded. "Guess we apologise for being rude. We've only just met you and we don't know you. Yet."

"Yeah, s'pose I'm sorry too." Greg mumbled.

"Whatever." Sara sighed. "So, rich kid, how much do you know about... chess?" she smirked.

Rusty smiled. Maybe this could be the beginning of new friendships. "Only enough to checkmate you a hundred times."

Sara scoffed. "You're on, Brondie."

"Brondie?" Rusty asked.

"Yeah, mixture of brown and blonde hair. I can see a little brown hair underneath all that blonde. Plus, G's already taken Blondie."

"That I have." Greg raised his fork.

Rusty smiled. "Okay. Brondie, it is."