The two officers entered the station and began searching the file cabinets; anything they could dig up on this "Patch Beckett" character. Patch wasn't in any trouble- okay maybe saying that would be an understatement- but they just wanted to bring her in for questioning and maybe one night in a cell for unnecessary assault and running from police.

All they could find under the last name "Beckett" was a young lady named Mercedes Patricia-Ashlyn Beckett, and she had black hair. "Hey, sarge," Jamie examined the photo, "Don't this look kinda like that Patch we saw today?"

"I don't know," Renzuli shrugged, "I didn't get a good look at her." Jamie groaned and tried his best to remember the red head's face; light blue eyes- almost purple looking- short and choppy flaming red hair, pale skin littered with freckles and a smirk full of childlike innocence... He glanced at the photo one more time and all of the details he listed off for Patch were the same for Mercedes, except the hair part. Jamie took out the information about Patch- Mercedes, or whoever the hell this girl was- and scanned it.

Name: Mercedes Patricia-Ashlyn Beckett

Parents: George Thomas Beckett (father) and Yêu Vo (mother); both are deceased

Age: 21

Height/Weight: 5 ft. 3 in. 105 lbs.

D.O.B.: 12/18/1998

Sex: F

Race: Vietnamese-American

Occupation: Actor, writer, and journalist

Place of Residence: Brooklyn Navy Yard

"Well," Jamie closed the file, "I'm gonna go pay this Beckett kid a visit."

"You need backup or anything?" Renzuli poked his head up from the file he was reading but Jamie just shook his head and shrugged, "Alright, be careful." and with that Jamie slid out the door.

The red head pulled up to an old worn theater, it looked as if one were to sneeze near the proximities it would crumble, yet the building was still functional. She hopped off her skateboard and flipped it into the air before catching it, "It's showtime, kid." she ran a hand through her hair in attempts to straighten it- or at least make presentable- she took a look at her reflection in the glass door and then slipped inside.

Sitting cross legged in center stage with a laptop in her lap was a young blonde woman in a navy blue hoodie, she appeared to be around the age of 19, she didn't notice the red head come in. "Guess who's back, baby~~~!" the girl in the hoodie jumped when she heard the voice, once she knew who it belonged to she let out an irritated groan. "Miss me?" the red head smirked slyly and leaned against the apron of the stage.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" the girl in the hoodie snarled.

"What?" the red head rolled her eyes, "I can't sneak up on my favorite person?"

"Let's see, given the fact that I was alone in this empty old theater- which by the way has shitty heating and air conditioning- a place that's kinda creepy to be in when you're all by your lonesome, and you just happen to show up and make your presence known in the most obnoxious way. So, yes, Patch. You cannot sneak up on me like that."

"I'm real sorry, AJ..." The red head, Patch, frowned. Her voice held complete sincerity and it was hard to stay mad at her. The girl in the hoodie, AJ, sighed before closing her laptop in frustration.

"Don't give me that look." AJ groaned.

"What look?" Patch responded as she hoisted herself onto the stage.

"Just forget it, Patch. Anyways you got your old man's theater, what are you going to do now? Now that he's- ya know... Now that he's-"

"Dead?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno, AJ," Patch shrugged, "I dunno."

Jamie had pulled up at Brooklyn Navy Yard and began to search for Patch's address, he glanced left and right until he came across a quaint 3 story blue house with the right address, he stopped the car and got out. As he walked up the path leading to the front porch one of the neighbors spotted him, an elderly lady who was watering her lawn.

"Oh dear," the woman gasped in shock, "Is she in trouble officer?"

"Patch?" Jamie tilted his head.

"Oh, only her friends call her that- Mercedes Beckett- she isn't in any trouble is she?"

"No ma'am- well- it's not any serious trouble or anything."

"Oh thank heavens." the woman sighed, "That girl was always such a saint- she still is- she always protected those who couldn't protect themselves."

"I see." Jamie grinned as he listened.

"Her father owned a theater nearby, her mother was an author. They raised a bright young lady, although Mercedes was never the same after that incident..."

"Incident?" Jamie cocked an eyebrow, "What incident, ma'am?"

"Oh goodness me!" the lady jolted, "I've said too much! Miss Mercedes does not like being reminded of it. I'm sorry for keeping you from your task, officer, have a nice day." she turned to leave but Jamie called after her, she looked back at him one last time before disappearing into her home. Well that was a bit odd.

AJ was sitting with her back leaned against Patch's, she was vigorously typing away to finish up the fliers announcing the re-opening of the Beckett Playhouse all while Patch chugged a bottle of cherry soda.

"Dad died from a heart attack," the red head sniffled, the same story again. "I was 17 when it happened- I know I've told you this story millions of times, AJ, but..."

"It's his death anniversary," AJ butted in calmly, "You don't have to explain, Patch, I understand."

"It's been five years," Patch was on the verge of tears, "To think that after all that time, I'd be over it." she let out a chuckle.

"Sometimes we don't heal after we lose those important to us..."

"Ya know, my ma died a month after he did. The heartache was too much for her. I could've helped relieve some of that pain for her but I was a coward. I was a mess."

"Yeah, but you were still a kid."

"A stupid and moronic kid."