The doctor finished tending to Clouds wounds and advised him to get a new uniform, since his was pretty torn and bloody.

"It's nothing too bad." Dangerfield spoke, mostly to calm Tifa down a little. "He'll develop a very nice bruise around his neck, but luckily it was a very soft scarf. And the wounds are not bad, too." Tifa smiled while Cloud closed his shirt – what didn't help much, since the back of it was completely gone – and examined the bloody trousers with a very unhappy look.

"Crap!" he cursed. "I didn't even know that guy!" Tifa frowned.

"You didn't know him?" she then asked. Cloud shook his head no, causing a wave of dizziness to well up. He quickly grabbed the chair he had been sitting on before for support, and Tifa rushed to his side.

"Sir, are you alright?" the brunette asked worried. Cloud just nodded, but now Doctor Dangerfield spoke up:

"You should go home for the rest of the day, Mister Strife."

"No way!" Cloud protested. "I have to…"

"You have to lie down, that's what you have to!" Dangerfield snapped, and Cloud closed his mouth ashamed. He felt like a three year old who's scolded because he tried to steal a cookie before lunch.

"Yes doctor." He finally mumbled before he turned to Tifa. "Lockheart, we'll have to check on the suspect man tomorrow." Tifa nodded; she knew that this fact pissed Cloud off and tried to make a suggestion:

"Why don't you send Scott, Logan or Will to check the guy out?" Cloud made a surprised face.

"Didn't really think about that, to be honest." He admitted.

"Why not?" Tifa asked gently. "Don't you trust them?" Clouds expression grew cold.

"You're asking really intimate questions for your first day, don't you?" he asked, sounding angry. Tifa looked down on the floor.

"Sorry, Sir." She apologized. Cloud just snorted and pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

"I'll see you tomorrow in the office, Lockheart. Give this to Will and Logan, and tell them to check the guy out." He handed Tifa a sheet with an address scribbled on it, quickly said his goodbye to the doctor and left.

"You really shouldn't have said that." Dangerfields voice suddenly came from the door. Tifa flinched and turned around to look at him.

"Why?" she asked, irritated. Dangerfield let out a loud sigh before he made a vague gesture at the seat Cloud had been using before.

"Sit down, young lady." Tifa took a seat and looked at the doctor, an expecting expression on her face. Dangerfield stayed silent for a moment before he spoke up.

"I shouldn't tell you this, but…since you're in Clouds team, it'll ease the interacting with him. You see, he wasn't like that always. Two years ago, Cloud was a calm, friendly man, really likeable and nice to everyone. Until a serial killer murdered his wife." Tifa gasped, shocked.

"He was married?" she then asked. Dangerfield nodded.

"They had been married for about a month when it happened. Cloud stayed away from work for a week, and when he came back, he wanted to transfer to the department for serial killers. The director allowed it, but they never caught the man who killed Clouds wife."

"I didn't know that." Tifa admitted, her face pale. "That explains a lot…"

"Cloud forgot how to trust or love someone." Dangerfield spoke, his voice sad and soft. "And as long as he doesn't find that killer, he won't change." Tifa sighed and stood up.

"Thanks for telling me, doctor. However, I have to get back into my office." Dangerfield nodded, and Tifa left – determined to help Cloud to get back his original, loveable character. But she knew that this would be very hard.