Jr. and Andy approached Jack's apartment about ten minutes later, and knocked, Jr. trying to hold back his urge to punch him through a window when he saw him. He took a deep breath and soon heard a reply from inside.

"Who is it?!"

"It's John and my partner Detective Sipowitz, Jack. Open up," Jr. stated.

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't then we'll break the door down," Andy replied.

"Fine. Hold on a sec."

Jr. and Andy then waited a few seconds, then suddenly hearing something opening inside.

"Shit, he's going out the window!" Jr. said.

He then stepped back and kicked the door open, seeing Jack halfway through the window.

"Freeze, Jack!!" Jr. said pointing his gun towards him and grabbing him.

"What?! I just needed some fresh air!" he replied.

Jr. slammed him onto a table and cuffed him. "Yeah, right."

"Hey, what the hell are you cuffin' me for? I ain't done nothin' wrong!"

"Sure, that's what all pricks like you say," Andy stated.

"Come on," Jr. said, picking him up from the table.

"Where are we goin'?"

"Shut up!" Jr. snapped, as they went out the door. **

A short while later, they all entered the interrogation room, and sat down, Jr. and Andy both glaring at him.

"What? I told you already, I ain't done nothin' wrong!" Jack said.

"Really? Why don't you tell Kirsten that? That is if she can see you through her black eye," Jr. responded.

"What? Hey that bitch is lyin'! I didn't do nothin' to her!"

"Oh, so what, she just beat herself up and pinned it on you then?"

"I don't know! With as crazy as she is, she very well could have!"

"Sure, because that's what all women who are victims of abuse do, right?"

"Look, I'm telling you, I ain't done nothin' wrong!"

"You go ahead and keep telling yourself that, Jack, but that ain't gonna change the fact that there's a very battered and very scared woman here that you thought would be fun to smack around!" Andy stated.

"So, she's just got a few bruises, she'll live."

Andy then smacked him and got in his face. "Look, Jack, my girlfriend had a sister who kept getting smacked around by her husband and eventually was killed. So I have about zero tolerance for smartass dickheads like you! So you had better straighten up or I'll straighten you up and trust me, you don't want that, not from me."

"Fine. But I still ain't sayin' nothin'."

Jr. sighed. "Fine maybe a few hours behind bars will change your mind. Let's go." **

Jr. yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was later that night and he was busy working on some fives.

"Uh, I think I'll be heading out, Connie has to go to a bridal shower of one of her friends and I promised her I'd watch the baby, and of course Theo."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jr. said without looking up from his desk.

"You okay, kid?"

"Uh, yeah. It's just kind of hard seeing two people I cared most about in college in this situation. I mean, we were like the three musketeers back then and we did everything together. But uh, I guess some things can't last forever, right?"

"Look, I know it has to be tough. You've had a rough year with that whole prostitute thing, your dad getting drunk and then having to retire and now this.. I just hope you know that you don't have to hold back on me. I'm here for you if you ever need to vent or something."

Jr. smiled. "I know. Thanks, Andy."

Andy smiled, too and nodded. "Sure. I'll uh, see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He then sat there and noticed a uniform walking buy, which he flagged down.

"Johnson how's Martin?"

"He's doing okay. Sound asleep when I last saw him."

Jr. nodded. "Allright, thanks."

He then continued to work when suddenly he heard commotions coming from outside.

"He's gone!"

Jr. ran out. "Who?"

"Me," a deep voice from behind him.

That was the last thing Jr. heard before he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and he lapsed into darkness. **