Allyson arrives at the FBI Miami Field Office, she walks up to FBI Agent Levy. "Levy?"

"Yep?"

"Federal Agent Allyson from New York Field Office." She extends her hand to Levy and they shake hands.

"Hi, how are you?"

"I'm gonna need all your files on all known drug dealers of the area."

"Right. we heard you were coming, actually was expecting you." He hands her the files.

"Yeah."

"Let me show you to your desk."

"Oh, that won't be necessary. I won't be here long."

"Okay."

"So I can carry these."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

Outside the FBI building, Allyson is sat in her car outside, looking for her car keys. "Where is it?"

Levy runs out the building carrying a file, he runs towards Allyson's car. "Hey, Dawson! Dawson!

Allyson turns as she hears her name being called, but hits her head against the car window.

"Whoa!" said Levy.

"Oh, God." Allyson holds her head and rolls down the window.

"You okay?"

"What? What is it? What is it?"

"Okay, low end dealer just brought into the Miami Police Department, name's Chuck McCoy." Levy gives the file to her and she looks inside.

"Oh. Well, okay. Good. Thank you very much." Allyson puts the file in her bag.

"Good luck out there."

"It's not about luck, pal. It's not about luck." Allyson starts to drive off but immediately breaks the car as the car in front of her is sat in traffic.

"Wow, that was almost cool. Almost." Levy chuckles to himself and turns to walk back into the FBI building, he looks back at Allyson and sees she's whistling, pretending not to be embarrassed and checking her watch.

Austin drives up to the Miami Police Department eating a red chili pepper. "Come on, come on, come on. Are we gonna fucking park today. Alright, here we go. Finally."

Austin pulls into the side in order to park his car. At that moment, Allyson arrives and takes his parking spot.

"Hey! I'm moving in there!" yelled Austin. Allyson gets out of her car. "No, don't...! Hey, hey, hey! No! Get back in your car!"
Allyson walks by and waves to Austin, not realizing what she's done, and walks towards the Police Department.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, bitch! Goddammit!" Austin drives off in anger.

Allyson walks into the Miami Police Department holding up her FBI badge. "FBI."

"Hey, you need to sign in." said the desk sergeant. Allyson ignores him and walks up to a cop's sat at his desk. "Captain Starr?" The cop points to Start and Allyson walks up to him. "Captain Starr?"

"Oh, Christ." Starr says to himself.

"Sorry?"

"Uh...how can I help you?"

Allyson holds up her badge. "Special Agent Allyson Dawson. We got intel recently that you brought in a dealer by the name of Chuck McCoy."

"Uh...yeah, but Detective Moon isn't back from lunch yet."

"I'm sure she won't mind."

"Well she's a he, and we're not really allowed to go near his collars.."

"Let me tell you what I think. I think that every second we're standing here is interfering with a federal investigation. So, if you'd be so kind as to show me Mr. McCoy to an interrogation room. Thank you." Allyson turns and starts walking off

"Special Agent?"

She turns back. "Yes?"

"This way."

Allyson starts walking off and goes the wrong way again.

"Special Agent?"

"Yes?"

Starr points to the door, he opens the door and Allyson walks out and starts walking in the wrong direction again.

"Special Agent?" Allyson turns and follows Starr.

Austin manages to find a parking space between two police cars, but as he goes to open his door, he finds the space is too narrow and his car door hits the police car next to his.

"Shit!" Austin hits the wheel of his car.

In the interrogation room, Allyson starts interrogating Chuck. "You are looking at possession with intent, which is a Class D drug charge, Chapter 94C, Section 32A."

"I had a joint and few little bags of coke." said Chuck. "Since when is that shit illegal?"

"The answer to your question is always. And with your priors, you are looking at twenty-five years in some pretty stiff fines."

"Who the hell cares about fines? That's twenty-five years!"

"Never mind, let's see what you make of these. Huh?"

Allyson places some crime photo's on the desk in front of Chuck.

"What do you make of these? What I make of them is that somebody doesn't want somebody else selling on their turf. But you're still here and you're alive. Why is that? Who are you working for?"

"Nobody."

"Who are you working for?"

"Nobody."

"Who are you working for?"

"Nobody! If I tell you, that's my ass chopped up into million motherfucking pieces!"

Back in the parking lot, Austin tries to get out of his car on the passenger side, but as he opens the door it hits the car next to his as the space is too narrow.

"Oh, dammit!" Austin starts getting out of the car window. "Fucker!"

He moves his body out of his car window he pushes himself through the open car window of the police car next to his.

"Motherfucker! Fucking park in my parking spot. Goddammit! Shit! Suit wearing God..." He hits the steering wheel as he's crawling through the car. "Ow! Fuck."

He manages to open the car door on the other side and get out. "I said I'd fucking park in there...and she does in my Goddamn fucking space." Once he gets out of the car he starts slamming the car door shut in anger.

Back in the interrogation room, Allyson attempts to trick Chuck.
"I don't want you to do time." sighed Allyson. "I don't want you to get chopped up into little tiny... mother-f-ing pieces. Oh. I can protect you. I can. But you gotta help me."

"I can help you." said Chuck.

"You're gonna help me?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me where to find Trent?"

"I don't deal with him like that. I get my stuff from this bitch named Tatiana on Newkirk Avenue."

"Can you describe her to me?"

"She got brown eyes."

"Mm-hmm."

"She got some big ass breasteses...big breasteses."

"Okay. Can you maybe be a little bit more specific?"

He holds out his hands in front of his chest, showing her the size of Tatiana's breasts.

"Her breasteses is like this."

"Okay. Thank you."

Austin enters the Police Department in a foul mood, as he walks past a cop. "Don't."

He walks past two cops talking to each other and laughing, he mocks their laughter, "Oh, yeah! We're at a comedy party. Yeah, move the fuck out of my way! Get a room."

He walks down the corridor. "Tim, you still owe me forty! Yeah, tomorrow it's sixty! Fucking dick weed."

He walks into the cell holding area and notices the cell where Chuck was kept is empty. "Why is the cage empty? What have I told you about moving my prisoners?"

"He's in interrogation," answered the precinct officer.

"Why would he be in interrogation when I'm standing right here?"

"They...they came and got him."

"Who's 'they'? It better be two of me. Is it two of me?"

"There's a lady, she was..."

"Do I look like a fuckin' lady? Do you wanna see my dick as proof?"

"No, no. She was nice."

"I'm fucking nice."

"I know."

"Why was she nice to you?"

"She made me give her the keys."

"I'm gonna make you fucking bend over, and I'm gonna reach up your ass into your pocket and get the keys to your house. And then I'm gonna drive there, come in your front fucking door and kill you in your sleep."

In the interrogation room, Allyson started packing everything. "I think I have a clear idea of what we're looking for and I appreciate your time..."

At that moment Austin opens the door to the interrogation room and enters. "Wow, lady. You're on a real fucking roll…"

Suddenly, Austin was hypnotized by Allyson's appearance. She looked gorgeous even though she was dressed in pantsuit.

"Excuse me? I..."

Austin snapped back to reality. "Yeah. No, I won't excuse you. I just spent the last thirty minutes thinking of different ways to kill you."

"I...I'm sorry. When did we meet?"

Austin asked Chuck. "What is this, your lawyer?" He turns back to Allyson. "What are you, an insurance salesman? Do you sell those shitty suits?"

"I'm Special Agent Allyson Dawson. How can I help you?"

"You can get all of it up, and get it the fuck out of here, cause this is my room."

"Were you...were you about to be uh...questioned by a detective?"

"I am a detective, and that's my perp."

"Ah. I...I understand now. Well, um...Detective, Mr. McCoy will be continuing on with me at this point."

"No."

"It's a jurisdictional issue."

"No. Not gonna happen."

"So, uh...you're...you're efforts are duly noted. Thank you so much."

"Oh, great."

"And if you're okay with everything, could you just...just maybe close the door on the way out?"

"I'll shut the door on you. And you lay down here, put your head in the door? And I'll slam it about a hundred and fifty-seven thousand fucking times."

"Oh, shit, girl. You better run." Chuck warned her.

"You need to shut up." Austin told him.

"Run like you're on fire."

"You need to be quite." Allyson told him.

"You're gonna get up and we're gonna settle this outside."

"Okay. I'm...I won't be going outside."

"You're gonna get up, and you're gonna come outside."

"No, I am not. Not going outside."

"Fine. We'll do this inside."

Austin goes to shut the door, Allyson rises from her seat. "Will somebody please remove this person from the interrogation room?"

He closes the door and faces her.

"Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, it runs in many families." Allyson told him.

"I'm gonna hit you."

"You're not gonna hit me. Please don't."

"I'm gonna hit you and knock all your little buttons. I'm gonna hit you here..."

The blonde points his finger at the agent's chest.
"Do not put your finger..." Allyson said.

"Or here..."

"Do not put your finger in my..."

"Knock our little buttons."

"Stop touching my buttons. Stop touching my buttons."

"Then stop wearing them!"

"Stop it!"

Allyson knocks the detective's hand aside.

"Don't you move those fucking hands at me." Austin growled at her. Suddenly they start hitting each others hands, at that moment Starr walks into the room.

"Hey, hey, hey!" yelled Starr. They continue to hit each others hands.

"I'll take that bow right out of your fucking hair!" shouted Austin.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Starr comes in between them. "Stop. Hey, both of you, my office now."