Title: Welcome to Miami

Chapter: 2

Rating: T

Summary: AU - Near Future - Something was going on in Miami Beach, something big, Captain Takashi Shirogane was certain of it. It involved the worst organized crime syndicate he'd ever dealt with in his career, the Galra. His adopted brother, Keith was the lead detective on the case, he might be young, but he was good. So how do Shiro's ex, the lawyer Adam West, and some illegal immigrant kid from Cuba fit into this mess?

Special Request Story for Shiranai Atsune

Keith was still sitting at his desk when Shiro got ready to leave for the night. Shifts had changed over three hours ago, but there he sat, files open computer running staring at it, like the answer was there and he just needed to look harder.

"Keith, want a ride home?" He usually took the bus. He didn't like leaving his bike parked in the garage and he drove an undercover car from the pool if ne needed something for work. Keith glared up at Shiro. He'd learned a long time ago to ignore his younger siblings glares and look beyond them. Keith had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess, he had day old stains on his clothes like he hadn't bothered to change, and probably hadn't slept either. "Come on, kid, fresh eyes in the morning?" Shiro knew better than to demand or order, Keith would just automatically do the opposite if that was what he did.

Keith stopped what he was doing, he sighed, he was running on caffeine and cigarettes, and his brain was mush. Maybe Shiro was right, maybe he needed a break. He folded up his files and stuffed them into the black leather backpack he carried. He stood and followed Shiro out of the bullpen. They didn't speak. It wasn't necessary.

Keith climbed into the passenger side of Shiro's sedan. He leaned back and buckled up. Two months, two months and fifteen missing person reports. He was struggling. He was angry. He knew, he just knew who was behind it and he couldn't pin anything on him. Zarkon, head of the Galra, it was him. Keith knew it. He knew it and he couldn't prove it. He had interviewed families of the missing. Crying, demanding, begging families - all they wanted was their loved ones back. His body practically vibrated with emotion, he didn't know what to do.

"Keith?" Oh yeah, Shiro was here.

"I got this. I'm just frustrated. This is a rough one and you know it." Keith was resigned. His brother knew how to separate their personal and professional relationships, but right now he was probably concerned from both sides.

"I know, Keith, I know. I'm just worried about you." Shiro stared straight ahead, but was actually watching Keith in the rearview mirror. This was a waking nightmare. His brother was determined to take down the Galra. The problem was the Galra tended to take down good cops not the other way around - or the people they cared about.

"Shiro, I know. You know that I do and I'm being as careful as I can, but this has to stop. It can't keep happening. They get away with everything. They got away with what they did to you, what they did to Adam, what they are doing to these people. It can't just keep happening. Someone has to stop them." Keith punched the dash in frustration and shook his hand at the pain.

"Yeah, careful." Shiro shook his head sadly, he knew Keith. He knew what Keith was like. He knew he couldn't stop him. He could only help him as much as possible. "How about in the morning, I go over it with you, maybe a fresh set of eyes will see something you missed?"

Shiro suppressed the shudder and the memories. He had been held by his captors for nearly a year. His prosthetic arm was the reason he rode a desk these days. He knew it had been Galra ordered, his torture and capture. He'd been too close to their drug business and they had taken steps. The gang that held him was busted, most of them went out shooting, they took the fall for the drug ring he'd been working on and there was nothing to connect them to the Galra and nothing to connect the Galra to the drugs. He had pursued it anyway, he'd tired and had found a link he thought might work, someone had helped him escape and he'd thought he might be able to track back something through them. It was a week later that Adam had been in the car wreck. A little too convenient, a little too coincidental, and the sympathy note he received from Zarkon himself sealed the message for him. Adam was paralyzed from the waist down.

They'd had a falling out after that. Shiro wanted to protect Adam, he knew it was his fault. So he'd let the argument progress far beyond where it needed and Adam had left. Packed up his things and moved out the next morning. Shiro felt relieved in a way, at least Adam was out of the line of fire. On the other hand, it hurt. He'd lost enough to the Galra, losing Adam was just one more thing. And now, now here was Keith headed down the same path. Shiro needed a drink.

The radio was on and he turned it up when he heard two words he hated - white lion.

"The White Lion is credited with a one billion dollar drug bust. This morning three criminals were found tied up outside their home on the lower east side. Inside the police found the drugs, drug making equipment and paraphernalia. This is the fifth drug house brought down by the White Lion in the last six months."

The news stopped and Shiro realized he'd been gripping the steering wheel so tight that his hand hurt and Keith had said his name more than once.

"I'm sorry, what?" Shiro looked over to Keith, who looked concerned.

"Don't zone out on me when you're driving, man, you just ran a red light."

Shiro shook his head blushing, "I'm sorry, Keith, I'm sorry."

"Shiro, let's just go home. It's okay. I need the break. Let's order some take out? Chinese?" Keith's eyes were sad, he knew what was bothering Shiro.

"Yeah, that sounds good, you want to order?" Keith nodded and ordered for delivery. He took deep breaths, this day was just pulling up all the bad memories. The White Lion, the crazy vigilante that seemed to have it out for the Galra. He had been part of Shiro's escape from the Galra. Shiro remembered seeing him the day he escaped. He had helped him and for a time he really thought this guy was a hero. But then on the day of Adam's wreck the White Lion had been seen in the area, by all accounts the White Lion had been in the car with Adam, but had left Adam there. Left him broken and alone in the car and just left him. Shiro knew the Galra had caused the accident, but the White Lion had left Adam to die and he wasn't about to forgive him either.

"So, Lance, right? What do you want for supper tonight? I can call ahead and make a request." Adam was driving the luxury sedan out to the where the old money lived.

Lance sat nervously in the passenger seat. This Adam was smarter than he looked he'd slapped an ankle alarm on Lance the moment they left the station. He hadn't had an opportunity to escape and he there was no way he could go home with this thing on his ankle. The sun was setting. Hunk would be telling his family he hadn't come home. They would think he was dead. He had almost been dead.

"Sendak." Lance walked up with the package. The big guy freaked Lance out. He had some kind of cybernetic implant in his eye and a prosthetic arm. Word on the street was that he'd had them changed on purpose, that he'd done it to be tougher. Lance wasn't sure if he was tougher, but he was surely creepier.

"See boys, I told you the pretty boy would bring the stuff." Sendak laughed and stepped up to Lance, he was staggering drunk. This was not good. He stood and looked down into Lance's eye. He handed the package to him. Sendak took it and threw it behind him to one of his flunkies. Haxus, Lance thought his name was. He was thin and sleezy looking. Lance waited. He needed his payment, then he was out of here.

Sendak grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look up at him. "How about some fun, kid, I can throw something a little extra into your payment."

Lance shuddered. Sendak wasn't the first to offer, but he was the biggest and ugliest so far, "No, thank you. I'll just take my payment and go." Lance spoke calmly, ticking these guys off was not good for one's health.

Sendak held out an envelop. He held it up in the air and laughed. "Okay little man, take it."

Lance looked desperately around, what was he supposed to do, jump up and get it. A crowd was gathering, laughing at his predicament. He took a deep breath and jumped. Sendak pulled around and kicked his feet out from under him as he came down. He feel hard, cracking his head on the pavement, he didn't get the envelop.

"Missed. Want to try again?" He waved the envelop. Lance needed that money. He needed to take it home to his family. They needed it. He got up shook his head and jumped again. This time Sendak punched him in the face. He came down hard, blood dripping from his nose. Laughter surrounded him, he couldn't see straight, but he couldn't give up either.

"How about I made it easier." Sendak held the envelop right in front of him. "Come on, you piece of crap, come and take it." Lance charged him. He grabbed for the envelop and managed to get his hands on it. Then Sendak had that prosthetic wrapped around his throat. He was sure he was going to die.

What happened next was hard to describe, there was someone big and white standing over him and Sendak had gone flying. The laughter had been drowned out by screaming. He'd clung to the envelop and watched it all play out as he tried to suck in a breath and remember he was still alive. Then there had been police. Sendak was lying on the ground moaning and clutching his human arm. He said Lance had attacked him. Lance hadn't attacked him, it had been the White Lion. He was sure there wasn't anyone else that could have done what he'd just seen. He used to think it was just a myth told to frighten people, but now that he saw it, well myths did not break Sendak's arm.

Lance wasn't sure what to say. His envelop was taken from him by an angry detective with a bad hair cut. He was put in cuffs and hauled away. He knew there wasn't anything he could do. If he went against Sendak's story the rest of his family would suffer. He couldn't save himself. There was no way they wouldn't find out he was illegal. He had to protect his family.

Detective Kogane had made some pretty good points, he'd almost talked him into cooperating. Then this crazy lawyer and his crazy benefactor showed up. He wasn't sure if he was out of trouble or walking into even more.

"So no orders?"

Lance huffed. He still felt like a prisoner.