Disclaimer: I don't own Fake and I never will.

"Tick Tock

The time has come

You will suffer

Like I have done"

"Tick Tock

Ready or Not

The game has started

And YOU will parish."

(A.N/: I'm no good with making threats so it took me a while to come up with and I know it sucks and I'm sorry.)

Drake just couldn't get that out of his head. Why was someone after JJ? What did he do to make this person angry with him? Now JJ was lying in a hospital bed for at least another week or more. Drake started to rub his temples to calm the headache he was getting.

It was the end of his shift and he hadn't found out anything about JJ's shooter. He sighed. Suddenly his office door opened and Dee and Ryo walked in the room. "Find anything?" Dee asked.

"Nothing and its pissing me off."

"Drake why don't you go home and get some rest. You can continue in the morning. We'll keep looking into it since we don't get off till later and we will let you know if we find anything." Ryo suggested.

Drake nodded his head in agreement. "Thanks. Sounds like a good idea to me." Drake got up and started to gather his things together with the help of Dee and Ryo. "Are you going to visit JJ tomorrow?" Dee asked him while Drake was putting his coat on.

"Yeah. I'm gonna go see him in the afternoon before I go home. What about you guys?"

"We'll visit him in the morning since we have the afternoon shift." Ryo told him.

"Ok well I'll see you two tomorrow." Drake said heading toward the door. He opened the door but before he could set foot out of the room he heard Dee's voice call to him. "Drake."

"Yeah?" Drake asked without even looking at the other two in the room.

"Don't worry man. We'll get the bastard that did this and bring him to justice. Promise." Drake looked over his shoulder and smiled at them "Thanks." He left. Ryo and Dee left soon after heading toward their own office when they heard a voice call their names. "Laytner, Maclean." They turned around to see Berkley Rose coming towards them.

"What is it Rose?" Dee asked in a slightly abrasive tone. Ryo elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a stern look before giving his attention to Rose. "Yes commissioner?"

"I want to speak with you two in my office for a moment please. Now." Ryo and Dee looked at each other with confusion evident on their faces and followed Berkley.

(At Drake's Apartment Complex)

Drake walked in to his dark apartment and shut the door with a soft bang. He flipped the light switch and as soon as he did that, a white furry figure, with small patches of light brown fur, rushed over to him and attacked his legs. He smiled, squatted down, and patted the small figures head. "Hey Tiny," he greeted in a tired voice. The little puppy yipped, happy to see his master home.

Drake took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. "You hungry boy?" He asked the pup. Tiny barked and wagged his tail to signal he was indeed hungry. Drake went into the kitchen and Tiny followed him. He went into the cabinet under the kitchen sink and pulled out a bag of Puppy Chow. He filled Tiny's bowl on the floor and put the bag back in its proper place. He sat and watched as Tiny chowed down on his Puppy Chow (A.N:/That was a really bad pun). A small smile graced his lips as he thought about the day he got Tiny.

(Flashback)

It was the evening of December 2, 2006 and Drake Parker had just arrived home. Today was his 35th birthday and the guys at work had thrown a little party for him. It was great and the guys had given him some pretty good gifts. Ryo had got him a new watch since his never worked, Dee gave him some money that he owed him from a bet he lost, Ted got him The Fast and The Furious on DVD, and Marty got him a card since he didn't know what Drake liked.

Drake slipped off his coat and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. He went about his business gathering some clean clothes and taking a shower. When he was done he emerged from the bathroom in black pajama pants and no shirt. It was only 8:00 p.m., so he decided to watch the DVD Ted gave him. He went into the living room, turned on the TV, and popped the DVD into the DVD player. He was about to go into the kitchen to get a drink when he heard a knock on the front door.

"I wonder who that could be." He said out loud. He head over to the door and opened it to see JJ standing on the other side with a medium size box with holes in his hand. JJ was a little surprised to see Drake without a shirt on. 'Wow. Drake looks good without a shirt, even sexier than Dee. Wait. Where the HELL did THAT come from?' He cleared the thoughts from his head and greeted Drake. "Hey Drake." JJ greeted with that smile Drake loved so much. Drake smiled back at him.

"Hey JJ. Come on in." He stepped aside to allow JJ to enter. JJ nodded his head and walked in.

"What's with the box?" Drake asked while shutting the door. JJ set the box on the coffee table. "It's your birthday present. I couldn't bring it to work so I thought I would stop by and give it to you." Drake walked over to him and stared at the box for a minute. "What's in it?" He asked.

"Well you have to open it to find out silly." JJ snickered. Drake hesitated but opened the box to reveal a sleeping little white puppy with small patches of light brown fur. Drake smiled a little and looked at JJ. "A puppy?"

JJ shrugged. "Well you see my dog had pups and I had already found good homes for his brothers and sisters. I figured since you lived here alone you get lonely sometimes and I thought this way you would always have someone there to greet you when you get home and someone spend time with."

"Thanks JJ. He is cute." Drake lifted the sleeping pup out of the box, which woke him up, and held him. He moved to sit on the couch with JJ sitting right beside him. "I hope you don't mind but I named him Tiny. He was the runt in the bunch. You can change the name if you want." JJ explained.

"No. I think Tiny might be a good name for this guy. What kind dog is he? He looks like a mixed breed."

"He is. He's a cross between a Beagle and a Pekinese. His mom is a Beagle." The little puppy yawned and looked up at Drake with big brown eyes and Drake could almost swear he was smiling at him. He little puppy started to squirm in Drake's arms so he put him down and Tiny started exploring his new home while Drake and JJ watched. "How old is he?" Drake asked.

"Four months in January. He was born in September."

"Cool."

(End Flashback)

JJ ended up staying at Drake's house overnight. They watched The Fast and The Furious together and played with the puppy and all around had a good time. Drake started to lose his cool again. Just thinking about JJ made him remember that his friend was lying in a hospital because some lunatic was holding a grudge. He decided to cool off with a shower. He got up and left the kitchen heading into his bedroom down the hall. He gathered some clothes and went into the bathroom across the way. He set his clothes on the sink and turned the shower on warm. He stripped and got in.

Once he was done he put on a pair of black silk boxers and black pajama pants. He left bathroom with Tiny, who had been waiting at the door, following. He walked across the hall into his bedroom where he dumped the clothes he was wearing earlier into a basket by the door. It was almost 11:30 and he was tired. He climbed into bed to get some sleep but he didn't suspect he would get much. Tiny started whimpering. He wasn't yet old enough or big enough to jump up on the bed. Drake leaned over the edge of the bed and picked him up.

He placed Tiny down beside him and the puppy crawled under the covers and curled up ready to go to sleep. Drake sighed and laid on his back thinking about JJ. The doctor said he should make a full recovery but something kept bothering him. He had been standing somewhat behind JJ when he was shot. Why didn't he get shot also? That thought kept running through his head as his eyes started to feel heavy. He let out a small sigh as sleep claimed.

(Dream)

It was pitch dark and eerily silent. The only light to be seen was shining on Drake. He looked all around him but couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" He called out but all he could hear was echo. He tried again. "Hello? Is anybody there?" Still nothing. Suddenly he heard a faint noise. It sounded a lot like crying. He looked around but couldn't see anything and but darkness. The sound was starting to become louder.

"Hello?" He asked. He turned around to see a light shining over two figures in the distance. It looked like one was lying dead covered in his own blood while the other one was holding the limp figure in his arms crying and pleading but he couldn't quite make out who they were. He tried to move closer but as soon as he took a step toward them they moved back. He tried again but again they moved away. He started to run towards them but they just kept moving away. "WAIT!" He called to them but he just couldn't get close to them. Suddenly he tripped and the figures disappeared. He moved to get up but before he could he felt a sharp pain in his back like he had been stabbed.

"AAHH!" Drake woke with a scream. He was breathing hard and sweat was pouring down his body. He looked around him in a frantic search to find he was in his bedroom. Tiny woke and poked his head out from underneath the covers. He gained control of his breathing and laid back on the bed. 'What the heck was that?' He thought to himself. He had never had a dream like that before. He laid there thinking, afraid to go to sleep again. He felt movement on the bed and turned to see the little puppy moving closer to him. He smiled and patted the pup's head. "It's ok Tiny. Go back to sleep." He petted the pup's head till he laid his head down and fell asleep.

He lay there staring at the ceiling afraid to go back to sleep. Why did he have that dream? Was some kind of message? He sighed and tossed the covers off him. He decided to go watch a little TV to calm himself down. He checked his clock on the bedside table and it read 1:00 in the morning. He got up and left the bedroom heading into the kitchen. He went into the refrigerator. He got himself a bottle of water and closed the fridge door heading into the living room. He grabbed the remote and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channel trying to find something good on that would clear his head.

He finally settled on watching Meerkat Manor on Animal Planet. It was stupid but also kinda cute. After a few hours of watching TV Drake started to feel tired so he decide to try to get some sleep. It was 5:00 in the morning and he had to be at work at 9:00. He went into the bedroom and crawled into bed. After making sure his alarm was set he drifted off to sleep.