AN: I know I haven't been writing lately but I needed to get this chapter out there since it is done and then you all know I am still alive. It has been a very busy first month to 2019. Hopefully it will be a good one for all of you.

Chapter 10

There was only the one officer staring intently at the door to the holding cells; his eyes immediately widened at the sight of me. As a means of communication, silently between himself and the others he flicked small pea sized balls of parchment at them. Each gestured their annoyance at this one Sargent, who was merely pointing at me. There was no sound, only the startled breaths of young men.

With my arms easily positioned behind my back, they were clearly unsure what to make of this fanciful turn of events. I slide easily between the desks as if they were not even there. Once I was safely at my own desk with my men; who seemed to have gathered around to stare at me; I growled on instinct with my teeth interlocking. There was a hushed voice speaking at me, and while I was rummaging through papers could be a loud noise to normal human ears, to mine it was just background volume.

"What is it Williams?"

"What are you looking for?"

"The ink that was on my desk yesterday."

"We'd never..."

"Use my ink, without my permission, I know." I sighed as the youngest Sargent in the station house looked torn between fear and frustration. "Look, you asked what I was looking for; so, I told you. It is as simple as that Sargent."

"Oh, sorry sir; I thought..."

"That I was blaming you?" All the officers nodded.

"Just because I look like a beast, does not mean that I am one."

"You have your moments." The officers all froze, as I turned my entire body and chair; which scrapped painfully noisily on the floor; towards the voice of the oldest Sargent who was known for his aggressive tactics and his general attitude problem to any in a higher rank who happened to be younger than him; which effectively meant everyone.

"What was that; Sargent Gurgaon?"

"We all know you heard."

"I was giving you the benefit of the doubt that I may have misheard you."

"Both know you didn't."

"Is that a challenge Sargent?"

"If it was?" I snorted as if humoured by something.

"I am feeling generous, Sargent. I will allow you first swing, of which I will not dodge; after that I will consider taking the gloves off."

"Not much of a challenge if you're giving me a free hit, is it?"

"I said I was feeling generous. Do not make me consider taking the generosity back." I could see the smirk on the older Sargent's face; immediately I was apprehensive. "What are you planning?" I got no verbal reply but was instantly jabbed in the ribs, one of which was still healing from the events at the barricade. I winced as I felt it crack; but I refused to whine at the pain.

"That." I inhaled sharply at the pain in my side; however, I did not move. "Your shot, dog." I growled at the Sargent.

"I do not want this fight Sargent."

"Afraid you'll lose?"

"Look at me Sargent, it would take more than a man to beat me."

"Then fight me."

"That would cause more damage to you than me if I did that."

"You are nothing but a pup..." I made a sound which was simultaneously growl and groan. With a sudden burst of energy neither myself nor the Sargent's expected, Gurgaon was pinned against the wall by one of my pawed hands. My teeth bared and claws digging slightly - enough to cause pain but not draw blood - into his neck.

This was the point when the Valjean's came into the room from their talk. I could tell without seeing that the good-humoured they had been in had vanished as the pair saw the ending of a negative situation.

There was a simultaneous call of my title and name as the Commissioner and his actual uncle moved through the rest of the Sargent's and Junior Constables in order to reach me and Gurgaon. Swiftly I had one Valjean on each ear. Their voices were whispered as only I and Gurgaon could hear what was being said; they seemed to be taking it in turns in attempts to calm me.

"Inspector, we know this is not you."

"Javert, he is not worth the pain or energy. You don't want to arrest yourself either man." Valjean's comment of 'man' seemed to wake Gurgaon from his terror of me.

"He is no man at all." Valjean was instantly at the Sargent's ear.

"Perhaps not but you must have said or done something to bring this anger in him. I would say you are less of a man, than the man who is no man at all." I stared at Valjean for a moment and then forcibly removed my clawed hand from Gurgaon's throat; he slid to the floor in a heap.

"What the blazes did that last bit mean?" The Commissioner intervened immediately standing beside the pardoned Valjean.

"Never mind that, why the hell Inspector did you have one of your own Sargent's pinned to the wall?" I did not answer, however, my ears did flatten in a submissive gesture. That was until Williams spoke, oddly in my defence against of his own rank.

"Gurgaon started it Commissioner. Inspector Javert was simply looking for the ink that was there yesterday; we misinterpreted his tone and well Gurgaon insulted him."

"To his face?" This was the older Valjean. Williams simple nodded. Valjean turned back to Gurgaon, who had groaned still a heap on the floor. "What bold statement could you possibly have said to get the Inspector's ire so rapidly?" I answered rather than Gurgaon.

"He called me pup." Jean looked at me.

"You are younger than both of us correct?"

"I have an old soul. The numbers do not lie." I moved around the Valjean pair and the heap that was Sargent Gurgaon still on the floor. I growled as I sat at my desk; now that I was at it properly I could feel that the chair had been replaced completely. "And if I may ask what happened to my chair?" There was silence across the room. "Well? Anyone like to explain why the only piece of furniture I take with me anywhere is somehow different from when I last sat in it?" Valjean ventured into the conversation.

"Inspector, if I may how can you be sure it's not the same chair?"

"It was an inch shorter than the rest of them. It was made of oak, not ash. There were no curved edges; and if anyone bothered to turn it over you would no doubt see that each foot had AJ carved into them."

"AJ?" I sighed.

"Anubis Javert. My name; it was literally my chair." I glared around the room at the officers and the commissioner. "So will there be an explanation or not?" I could see Williams was wiggling around to avoid my gaze. "Williams?" He swallowed subconsciously.

"Don't scare the man, Javert." My eyebrow rose as I turned to Jean Valjean.

"Bit late for that. Do you not think?"

"True, anymore than you already have then." I smirked at Valjean, showing a small amount of teeth.

"Well then Williams?" I focused my attention back to the younger Constable.

"He borrowed it when his broke. Yours was clearly of the best quality, but he got angry when that was different."

"I take it `he` is Gurgaon?" Williams nodded. I looked down at the still not moving lump on the floor, I snarled as I noticed his hand twitch. He was awake or at least waking.