Lucas was normally a very patient person. He wouldn't get anxious or annoyed waiting for stuff like to pay for groceries or for his blind date that Zay set him up on a weekly basis to show up. Only very few things got to Lucas but today he was losing his patience at rapid pace.

He sat in his chief's office, awaiting punishment and he got flashbacks of middle school waits in the principal's office that gave him a similar to feeling to what he felt now. His leg was bobbing up and down and he was gently tapping his finger against the wood chair he felt trapped in.

In front of him was an empty desk and behind that was a wall of the chief's achievements. Achievements he knew he wouldn't be able to get after what happened, his bruised and bloody knuckles were a constant reminder of that. Moments from the fight didn't come in flashing pictures but in memory of how it felt to break a man's nose. A familiar feeling of rage came over him and he dug his nails into the wooden arm rests just as the door to the chief's office flew open.

The chief's aftershave walked in before him. His pale stout body strode to his short, wide mahogany desk. His thin comb over wiggled as he wobbled over to his desk and it didn't stop shimmying until he sat down. Tense silence filled the room after the chief sat down, folded his hands on the table and focused his dark beady eyes on Lucas.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Friar?" The harshness in his voice made Lucas wince but he didn't break their eye contact. He knew what he did although the memory wasn't all there and he knew that he was going to get his head chewed off by the chief. "Well?" He asked again when Lucas remained quiet.

"I don't know." Lucas answered lowly. The chief's heavy hands slammed on the table as he pushed his chair away.

"You don't know? You don't know what caused you to attack a sixty year old man in front of a church? You don't know what could possibly be wrong with you to cause said man to be hospitalized? Is that what you claim to not know?" His petite body wasn't very intimidating but his words were just jabbing away at Lucas' patience. What he did wasn't the most ethical response and he knew he had things to work on. Lucas didn't need the chief to tell him what was wrong with him.

"You weren't there. You don't know what he said to Zay." Zay, someone had ironically called the police on the police because Lucas remembered feeling Zay try to pull him off the man and then sounds of sirens. He remembers being handcuffed while Zay was taken elsewhere. The thought of where Zay could be had just came to mind.

The chief sighed, seeming to be losing his patience as well, "I don't care what he said to Zay. I care about what the news is going to say about one of my officers attacking a poor elderly church goer."

Lucas' poker face disappeared as his eyes lit up with the anger that was just beginning to subside, "You don't care that he called Zay a-" He caught himself before he could finish. The word disgusted him and what disgusted him more were the people that were going to see the ignorant old man as the victim of everything. Because an elderly man who goes to church couldn't possibly be a racist piece of sh-

"Look Friar, I don't have time to care about the actual facts of what happened in front of the church. Because you know who heard him say something to Zay? Only you and Zay and the man who was attacked. I don't think that the news is going to be very forgiving or willing to accept the word of a man who beat up someone."

He pressed his hands over his eyes and then slid them up into his hair because of how annoying all of it was, it annoyed him because he knew the chief was right. No one would give him sympathy, especially if they looked at his history with violent attacks, he'd look like a monster.

"So, I guess you're firing me." His mom would accept him with open arms and try to tell him there were other jobs out there, ones that he couldn't screw up. Disappointment would be all over his dad's face when he found out. He was a disgrace to the family, he wouldn't say it aloud for fear that his mother would react but they all knew. His dad would shake his head and go drown his sorrows of having a screw up for a son in a bottle of rum.

"I was." Chief said in a soft voice or at least soft for someone who yelled the majority of the time.

"Was?" Lucas couldn't hide his sudden wave of hope that was written all over his face. His job as a police officer wasn't lost, everything was fine...

"Don't get too excited, Friar. I demoted you into something else. Something that'll make you wish I would've fired you." Chief let out a cynical chuckle at the end that destroyed the hope Lucas had moments ago.

"Um, am I going to jail?"

He laughed again like everything had now become a sick joke and took a seat in his comfy leather chair, "Oh no. You're going someplace better."

"Better?" Lucas gulped.

"Yep. Now, since you're my only expendable officer, you're going to do me a favor. Kermit Hart is a good friend of mine and he's been going through some not so good things with his daughter. I need you to babysit and make sure she doesn't get into trouble."

He was going to play nanny to some girl? Kermit Hart's daughter was about eleven, he shivered thinking about the ridiculous things he'd be doing taking care of her.

"Great. So I'm babysitting some pre teen brat. That's my punishment?" Chief laughed again and it was beginning to frustrate Lucas because he honestly didn't get what was so funny.

"You think you're babysitting Sophia Hart?"

"I'm guessing I'm not?"

He shook his head, grinning like mad, "You're babysitting his other daughter, the crazy one."

The crazy one? Maya Hart? He didn't know much about her though she was in mainstream media. Although from what he's heard from around the women in the office, she was a talented young artist who went insane, falling into a statistic that young people can't handle the limelight.

"Don't worry, Friar. I'll pray for ya'," He left his desk to put a hand on his shoulder before heading towards the door, "Now I gotta go deliver the good news to Kermit." Lucas didn't try to get up, he sat down trying to comprehend what just happened and what was about to.