Reggie doesn't remember leaving the Precinct or the ass-chewing of a lifetime that he definitely received from Snarlov. Nor does he remember descending the steps, walking towards the train station and getting on a train. What the Weasel does remember is being awoken with a jolt of pain from the jostling of the train on its tracks. The young officer blinked furiously as his surroundings were an empty train car and not a cruiser. The landscape passed by in the window across from his seat. The young officer watched as the tall buildings of Savannah Central gave way to the smaller, older buildings of Sahara Square. Reggie caught a glimpse of Sahara Square Regional Hospital in the distance.

"Wonder if Wilde's woken up yet?"

The train started to slow, and then stopped completely at Sahara station. Getting up to exit the train, another jolt of pain shot through Reggie's body. He grimaced and groaned, his left paw going to his side.

"Maybe I should head to the hospital?"

A dreamlike memory came to the mustela. One of a Brown Bear telling Reggie to get his injury checked out. The idea didn't seem to be a bad one, but another thought fluttered into the sleep deprived officer's head.

"The Chief would find out...he already doesn't trust me, and two hospital trips in less than a month may give him the reason to keep me on parking duty for a year..." The Weasel grimaced once more, though this time not from pain. "A year of driving around in the meter maid mobile. Dealing with irate mammals and never working a patrol even on foot! No way can he find out..."

A solution came to the mustela's mind, one that had the young officer considered the best in his position.

"I'll give Mary a call. If she's off then she can help me. If she isn't...well guess its hospital then..."

Gingerly Reggie twisted his body to slip his right paw into his left pants pocket. It felt like needles were digging into his side and the mustela gritted his teeth and bit back another groan. Finally he had his phone in paw and brought up Mary's contact info. The phone rang three times before it connected and the sound fabric being ruffled could be heard.

"...ullo?"

""Hey Mare, its Reggie."

There was silence on the other end as all the male mustela could hear was his own breathing. Then his sister sighed. "How bad are you hurt?"

"How'd you-"

"This isn't the first time you've called after getting hurt and I doubt it'll be the last. Also you take much shallower breaths when speaking through pain."

Reggie shook his head. "I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me."

There was another pause. "If it's that bad, then go to a hospital."

"I'd rather not and hope you can help me with it." Reggie heard his sister chuckle.

"In other words little sister to the rescue."

The young officer chuckled as well. "Yeah I guess so..."

Mary sighed again. "Give me a half hour and I'll be at your place. Think you can wait that long?"

As much pain as the Weasel felt when moving, he didn't feel too dizzy or too weak to walk. "I think I can make it."

"Good, see you soon Regg."

"Thanks Mare."

"Anything for my favorite brother."

It was a slow process, but eventually Reggie made it back to his apartment. Once he was standing in front of his door, the Weasel could hear bustling happening on the other side. Turning the doorknob, the officer noted it was unlocked. Tail standing out and fur on ends, the mustela slowly opened the door. Peeping in slightly, Reggie saw Mary busying herself on his bed. Sighing in relief, the Weasel walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Forgot you gave me a key didn't you?" Mary asked, her back turned to her brother and not even glancing over her shoulder towards him.

"It's been a long day Mare, sorry about that."

The female mustela shrugged and turned towards Reggie. He caught a glimpse of what looked like to him a plastic fishing box. Mary had slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and stood to approach the injured Weasel. She frowned, "You look terrible."

Reggie snorted. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." His sister rolled her eyes, but her frown remained. "I pulled an all-nighter," Reggie added with a shrug "my first one, but knowing this job, not the last."

Mary's frown changed to a neutral look as her gaze ran up and down the tired mustela. She nodded."You're lucky I worked overnight last night or else you would have had to go to the hospital."

Reggie gave a sympathetic smile to the female.

Mary waved him off and stepped closer to the male and started working on Reggie's buttoned shirt. "Haven't received a call like this in a long time Regg. Not wanting to use all your benefits up at once?" said Mary smugly. Her eyes were focused on unbuttoning Reggie's uniform shirt, but the smile on her muzzle told the male she was joking.

"Didn't want those hardworking nurses and doctors looking over a little scratch." Reggie replied. He quickly shrugged off his shirt and let it drop behind him revealing a sleeveless white undershirt. The young officer usually treated his uniform with care, but right then the male mustela was too tired to care. Mary snorted.

"Hardworking doctors? I don't know about that, but those hardworking nurses will thank you for not showing your ugly mug."

Reggie smiled, but it left his muzzle the instant he saw the left side of his shirt. There was a dark red stain that had three pinprick holes in the middle of it.

Mary turned around and grabbed a pen light Reggie saw laying on the bed. She grabbed the sides of the male's undershirt, but paused. "This may hurt a bit Regg. If nothing else you're going to have one large bruise there."

The officer watched the nurse slowly rolled up his undershirt, her eyes narrowing in concentration. The male mustela felt a shock of pain, and an almost stabbing sensation as his wounds were exposed to fresh air. Reggie bit back a snarl and clenched his paws.

The female whistled, "Looks like the Bitter Spirit gave you a love bite."

The male just huffed in response. Several seconds passed as the nurse looked at the wound, parting matted fur surrounding the wound. Reggie closed his eyes and clenched his muzzle shut.

Finally Mary's probing stopped and the male heard the female speak. "Good news Regg. They're only shallow puncture wounds. They even looked to have started to coagulate. I'm definitely going to have to clean it up and it's going to be tender for awhile, but barring any further injury you should be fine."

Reggie let out a sigh of relief. Opening his eyes once more, the male mustela saw the female digging into the plastic box. "What's with the box?" Reggie asked. All of the times he had been injured he had never seen this object. Sure they had first aid kits, but this seemed to be on another level.

Mary laughed. "Well with you and uncle Duke always getting into trouble, and my emergency response classes teaching me how to prepare my own triage kit, I decided the best thing to do would be to make a Weaselton Aid!" Mary stepped to the side and revealed the front of the box. On the front was a family photo taped on and 'Emergency' written on top in white paint.

Reggie smiled, "I'm glad to see one of us is prepared."

Mary turned back towards the 'Weaselton Aid' and produced gauzes, medical tape, alcoholic wipes and an extra set of gloves. With practiced precision, Mary tore open the wipes packet and started to wipe at Reggie's side, cleaning up the still fresh wounds. The male hissed in a mixture of shock and pain. Shock from how cold the wipes were and pain from the stinging of the alcohol. Mary smiled as she continued to work. "Reggie I've had kits who can handle this better than you." Reggie scowled down at his sister.

"How many of those kits fought off a drugged up feline their size?"

"Oh a handful."

Reggie tilted his head in confusion. "Really?"

Mary laughed and shook her head. "No Regg, not really."

The male pouted and looked away from the nurse's work. The pain was dying down and the alcohol didn't seem as jarring. There was a silence between the two as Mary worked and Reggie's mind drifted.

"So how'd this happen?" Mary asked "and why don't you want work to find out about it?"

"The 'how' is easy enough. Needed to arrest a suspect and said suspect didn't feel like complying. The 'why' is a bit more difficult to explain." Reggie looked back at the female to see she had stopped her work and was watching him, sitting on her haunches and waiting for him to continue. The male mustela sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "I was in the hospital like a week ago already from almost being choked out by a Bull. Now I sustain an injury when doing a routine pick up. If the Chief found out I know I would be on parking duty until I retire."

Mary stood up and peeled her gloves off her paws. The male noticed his sister's paws were lighter and patches of white could be seen. The nurse's time in Tundra Town had her growing winter coat in already. "Reggie," Mary started, looking seriously at Reggie, "you're a moron. I love you, but you do stupid stuff like this too much to be healthy. The Chief wouldn't have fired you for getting injured. It would have been like…" the nurse trailed off as she waved a paw in a circular motion, then snapped her digits. "Like me getting fired for getting blood on my scrubs. It's just the nature of the job. You hope it doesn't happen, but that's why I always have an extra pair."

The male Weasel felt what little tension was left in him leave at his sister's words. She was right as usual. The Chief simply treated him differently because he was a rookie. The male sighed with a smile. "You're right Mare. I have to get better at this." Reggie rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Sorry for waking you up."

"Aw Regg! You know I would have come even if I worked a week straight." Mary smiled and gave Reggie a one armed hug, avoiding his left side. "Now," Mary started breaking the contact, "go take a shower so I can wrap that scratch of yours. You smell worse than a drunken skunk in a gutter." The female pushed the male away playfully waving in front of her nose.

Reggie chuckled and rolled his eyes, but did as told and headed for the bathroom.

Mary had been right. Reggie felt his entire left side was bruised. After showering, the nurse dressed the officer's wounds. Once again giving his thanks, Reggie then ate a meal then passed out on his bed. He fell asleep around 11 am and woke up around 7 pm. Reggie ate a quick dinner, and then crawled back into bed and slept till his alarm woke him up the next day. The mustela needed more effort than normal to rouse out of bed. The bruise not making it easy, but eventually the Weasel's will won out.

Reggie found himself outside Snarlbucks in Savannah Central. It had become a ritual for the mustela to stop in for his drink and talk to Sheri for a few minutes. The raccoon seemed to be the only one opening the store. The only other employee that the Weasel had seen was an irate Billy Goat that seemed to be the manager. The mustela never stayed if the manager was there. Reggie could feel the glare of the goat no matter how pleasant the Weasel was. As the officer pulled open the door, he was met with familiar sight of the barista. The mustela learned that Sheri seemed to live by the mantra 'whistle while you work'; though in the female's case it was humming. Still there she was wiping down some of the tables humming to the tune playing softly in the store. Her body shimmying to the soft guitar and tail swaying behind her, Reggie shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Morning," Reggie called out. Sheri turned around with a smile that the Weasel had started to admire. On the rare occurrences where another customer came in during the early morning, the mustela watched the raccoon serve them closely. What Reggie had learned was that Sheri had several different smiles. There was the 'Customer Service' smile that never seemed to reach her eyes. There was the 'please leave' smile for those annoying customers that never revealed her teeth. Finally what Reggie liked to consider her 'I'm happy to see you' smile that he had only seen her give the Weasel. Sheri's entire face seemed to brighten and the mustela saw the whites of her teeth. Everything about the raccoon seemed to glow when the officer saw that smile, and it made him smile in return.

"My favorite customer! I missed you yesterday Reggie!" Sheri exclaimed. She left the rag she was using on the table and went around the counter and Reggie followed behind. "Your usual?" Reggie nodded and leaned against the counter. With fervor that the mustela was used too, the barista created his drink with practiced ease. "One 'Dirty Chai' for one clean Weasel. You want anything else today Reggie?"

The Weasel was feeling quite hungry this morning, and looked over the glass case filled with pastries. A large mammal sized cinnamon roll caught the officer's eye. "Give me that cinnamon roll right there. I'm feeling ravenous today." The mustela looked up to the questioning gaze of the barista.

"That's bigger than your head."

Reggie grinned. "It'll be more impressive when I eat it all then."

Sheri covered her muzzle with a paw and giggled. The female reached behind the glass with a pair of tongs, and using both paws, lifted the large pastry out. Putting it on a plate, Sheri slid the pastry to Reggie who licked his lips in anticipation. "I think you should eat this here Reggie. Don't want to make a mess on the way to work now do you?" The raccoon teased.

Reggie frowned. He never stayed for too long, enjoying the walk to the station and then getting dressed and ready. Still he always was early and he definitely had time to spare. With a smile, Reggie nodded in agreement. Once he paid, Reggie first grabbed the plate and went to an open table, and then went back for his drink. After making himself comfortable, the mustela started to pull apart at the large pastry and savored the sweet roll. The Weasel was so engrossed in eating and drinking that he didn't notice the raccoon moved from behind the counter. She grabbed a chair and sat across from the mustela with a smile. Unashamed of his terrible manners, the officer licked his digits and studied the female across from him. They had never done this before, sat with one another. Her smile never left her face as the mustela ate in silence. It was soft and one that Reggie had never seen before.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Sheri. The mischievous glint in the raccoons brown eyes told the male she was teasing him.

Not slowing down his eating, Reggie used a free paw to give a 'so-so' motion. Swallowing another piece of the cinnamon roll and taking a large gulp of his drink, the officer released a content sigh. The barista giggled again and Reggie smiled. "How was yesterday Sheri? That creepy Buck try to ask you out again?" The Weasel never understood how the raccoon dealt with mammals all day on a customer service level. If it was him, he would have gone insane from trying to deal with customers.

A brow rose on Sheri and the mischievous glint still remained. "Mr. Buckskin is a very well off deer. I would be honored if he asked me out." She said with her muzzle in the air and a sniff.

Reggie grinned. "You turned him down again."

The raccoon looked away from the mustela. Reggie kept his gaze and grin. She eventually glanced back and he wiggled his eyebrows. "It's kinda weird to me Reggie. He's like six feet tall and I don't even come up to his hip! I'm open to ideas, but that's too much for me!" Sheri exclaimed, her paws waving with emphasis.

Reggie laughed and shook his head, "This is the buck with the large, polished antlers?" Sheri nodded. "He's definitely overcompensating then. You're probably just right for him." Reggie said, his grin stretching as far as possible.

Sheri huffed, but the officer could see the smile she was trying to hide.

The idea of another male with the raccoon gave the mustela an empty feeling in his stomach, but the officer ignored the feeling and finished off the cinnamon roll. With a now full stomach, and a still sore side, Reggie stood up with a groan.

"Are you alright?" Sheri asked.

The Weasel glanced over to the raccoon and noted the concern in her eyes. Reggie nodded. "I'll be fine; it's just the nature of my job."

The barista's eyes narrowed and a frown grew on her face. "You never did tell me what you do."

Reggie gave an apologetic shrug. He didn't like telling mammals he was a cop. The usual response he expected was not to be believed. The worst response he could think of was a mammal trying to bribe him after finding out. This concern, whether real or not, led to the mustela keeping his profession out of conversations with the raccoon.

"So what is it?" Sheri asked.

A brow rose on Reggie. "It's a secret."

Sheri scoffed and waved a paw at the Weasel. "What are you a secret agent?" the barista said flippantly. There was a pregnant pause before Sheri glanced back over to the officer. "Are you a secret agent?"

Reggie snorted at the absurdity and shook his head. "I can promise you I'm not."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Tell me!" Sheri whined.

"No!" Reggie mock whined back. The raccoon folded her arms and looked away from the Weasel. The mustela couldn't fight back the growing smile on his face at the antics of the barista. There was an awkward silence growing between the two mammals making Reggie uncomfortable. He shifted on his hind paws, looking away from the raccoon. The silence continued as both mammals seemed to refuse to budge. Finally the officer coughed and looked back at the barista. "How about you guess it and I tell you if you're correct?"

The raccoon still didn't look at the mustela. "How do I know you won't lie?" Sheri finally asked.

Reggie sighed. "Have a given you a reason to not trust me?"

The raccoon huffed. "No."

"Then trust me to tell when you guess it."

Sheri frowned and looked back at Reggie. "What do I get if I guess it?"

The mustela thought for a moment, but he wasn't sure what the female wanted. He shrugged. "What do you want?"

Her expression turned blank, but Reggie thought he saw a faint blush in her ears. Then a smile returned to Sheri. "How about I tell you when I guess it right."

Reggie chuckled at her confidence, but nodded. "Sure. You can tell me what you want if you guess what I do."

"Promise?"

The officer hesitated, and then held out a paw. "Deal?" Reggie responded, trying to deflect from the promise.

Sheri reached out and grabbed the Weasel's paw. For their brief shake, the mustela was struck by how dainty her smaller paw looked in his. Her paw felt rough from use compared to his soft paw pads. The lack of claws on the raccoon's paw left the Weasel worrying about accidently scratching her. Sheri gave Reggie a soft smile, and officer found himself wanting to see that smile more often.

"It's a deal." The barista replied.

Reggie couldn't stop a smile from growing on his muzzle. "Well great. I'll be back tomorrow, ready for your guesses, but right now I have to get back to my secret agent base."

Sheri laughed, "Have fun Agent Reggie!"

Reggie waved at the raccoon and headed out the door.