A/N: Holy crap, first fanfic in awhile! I'm alive! Hello everyone. Welcome aboard. Chapter 1 here :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Swat Kats in any shape or form. I only own the idea of the plot, and an cat which will make an appearance later on.

"You have to be joking! Of all the problems you piece of metal has to have, this is the issue?" A resounded yell of annoyance filled with building of the garage. A bang of a paw against the damage car that was leaning on one side. It was old, rusted, and looked like it belonged with the rest of the junk. But of course the owner could careless.

"Hey Jake, do me a favor and don't destroy the car. Then we will really have a problem..." Chance Furlong looked over at his partner, seeing the lean tom glaring at the car like it was alive. Snorting, he approached patting Jake's shoulder with a sigh. "Alright, how bad is it?" He questioned, gaining a growl.

"The engine. The entire freaking engine is completely shot. And he expects us to repair it? He's completely mad! It'll take a full day before this buck of metal is back into working condition." Snarling, the orange tom kicked at the said car, hearing the metal groan in protest.

"Easy, easy. Let me take a look. You take a breather." Giving the male a gentle shove toward the other side of the garage, Chance walked over, peaking over to look at the problem. Jake wasn't far from wrong. The engine was shot. And seemed to have a few holes. No wonder the thing didn't start. "Greaaat." He muttered, glancing to see the leaner tom grumbling about stupid costumers, and delaying things as he walked away.

Chance snorted, before he narrowed his eyes looking back at the trouble beginning to figure out a way to fix it. But even as he stared at the damage engine, his ears could still hear the angered words coming from Jake's lips. He was annoyed, furious. Now, Jake barely ever showed any anger...well that wasn't too true. He did but it wasn't like this unless something severely ticked him off. Chance sighed pushing himself up, before he turned, walking to lean against the door of the living area. There he saw Jake trying his best to calm his annoyance, and that was just barely.

"You alright buddy?"

"What do you think?"

Chance merely blinked, used to how his friend got into these moods once in a while. To most kats, they would leave the person alone when they were this pissed. But Chance knew that his buddy better than most. From the way Chance saw, Jake hasn't been himself these past few days. In fact, if anything, Jake seemed always tired, drained and struggling to keep working. Chance had caught him twice napping during their break, and twice heard him mumbling to himself. Now, Jake normally did. But what he had said...the other sighed approaching the lean tom, sitting on the sofa as he watched him pace.

"Jake, you look completely out of it. I mean, sure, I've seen you exhausted but this is...your drained. And your a sore some-what of a grump right now, and I mean that." He paused, watching the other glance at his direction before dragging his claws threw his fur. "And, you haven't been sleeping. I can just tell by the way your walking. And acting."

"I don't need sleep." Jake finally stopped his pacing reaching for the can of milk that rested on the counter, draining it back down his throat. Frowning he looked at Chance's direction, unsure how he could speak. Honestly, telling your friend that you been chasing ghosts at night and have to deal with their whining isn't something easy to tell. "I need to calm down. Maybe something to clear my mind."

"Liar. Your working yourself dry. What I don't understand is why you are. Did our last battle with HardDrive really bother you?"

A snort, followed by a weary chuckle. Then a laugh escaped the others lips before he took another drink of the milk. "Hardly. Sleep is just...hard to come by now in days." He admitted, gaining a confused look in response.

"That...absolutely makes no sense what-so-ever."

"Jakeee? Siirirr?"

Jake rubbed his eyes, removing the sleep that was calling and hugging his form. Yes, he needed sleep. But with all the souls out there, he was needed. A grumble before he blinked seeing how Chance was watching him with a steady gaze. Great, it was that look. "Chance, I'm alright, really. I just need some fresh air...or something else entirely." He replied a wave of his hand in reply. His mind was wrapped around the idea of a fly, sleep...and trying to calm down a restless spirit. Now that wasn't easy to do at once.

Jake forced his mind to relax before he drained the rest of the milk, throwing the can into the collected pile of other empty ones in the trash. With a stretch, his back cracked, while he struggled to think on a response to the needy voice.

"How about a fly in the TurboKat? We can check out the city and see if anything is going on? Its been too quiet today anyway...Callie hasn't called in a day and we haven't been out yet." Chance replied, gaining a pause and a thoughtful look from the other. With any luck, the fly would help relax his partner and probably ease him into a relaxing sleep.

"Sounds like an awesome idea. Let me just wash off this grease and oil then we can go."

"Right. I'll close up the garage."

Trotting upstairs, Jake waited until he was alone, before he let his mind settle focusing on the soul that was hovering in front of the sink. "What is it to call me during a conversation?" He muttered, gaining a soft gurgle, as he cleaned off the mess.

"Souls are screaming for release. Something about a dark shadow...are you going to help?" The soul was small, a black blur that seemed to be an odd shape. It was cat-like, but its body was a dark aura glow. Unlike most souls, this one seemed to love clinging to Jake, and never went away. Not that the cat complained anyway.

"I can't. Not until they're deceased. you know that." Splashing water onto his face, the other glanced at the floating form which seemed to lower its ears in reply. "Listen, I'll keep an ear and mind out for anything alright? But I can't do anything until death shows up." He added, finding a towel drying his fur.

"...Understood. I'll keep an ear out as well. Another thing, are...are you ever going to tell your partner about you? Its been four weeks. Longer then that since you've known you are a Reaper..."

"I will I will. When I can figure it out how to mention it. Listen, just...calm down alright? I'll figure it out. Maybe when we're flying it'll come to me." Turning the cat began walking downstairs, seeing the soul drift after him latching onto his shoulder and collarbone. They always had a habit of that apparently.

Sometimes Jake was relieved that his partner didn't see the dead. It would probably confuse the heck out of the tom even more than he's been. With a chuckle, Jake headed toward the hanger hatch, seeing it already open. Climbing down after closing it from above, he saw Chance already in his uniform looking at his direction. "That was fast."

"And you were slow."

"Sorry, grease and oil is kinda difficult to get off mattered sweat covered fur."

"...Good point. Come on get dressed, lets move Sureshot."