((Me))

The sound of his cell phone ringing woke Sgt. Ash Chewston from his overwork-induced sleep. Sluggishly pulling himself off the floor, he zombie walked to the nuisance sitting on his desk across the room.

"Yawn ... hello?" Ash sleepily queried.

"Where the hell are you?!! You were suppose to be at work over an hour ago!" rapidly spat Ash's secretary, Wanda Smith. "The commissioner is going to be here any minute, and he's already fuming about the recent budget cut!" She said the word 'commissioner' with an extra fearful emphasis.

Ash looked at his cell phone and cross referenced the time on it with his wall clock. Yup, he was going to be really late. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he drawled, suppressing a second yawn with much difficulty, "bia." He hung up the phone in the middle of Wanda's next sentence and started to get himself cleaned up.

He ended up halfway through his shower before the implications of Wanda's words sunk into his conscious mind.

Seven minutes later, he was flying down the interstate and swerving between the early morning traffic. He started work extremely early in the morning, so being an hour late still didn't get him caught in the morning rush hour. Another 10 minutes of city traffic and he was parked in his spot and rushing up the police station steps.

As he got closer to his office, he could begin to hear someone violently arguing with Wanda. As he drew closer, he suddenly recognized the sound... and his heart skipped a beat. That voice belonged to, the one and only, Commissioner Black. Black was an extremely intimidating man, with just as much fat as muscle squeezed into his tailored suit. He turned at that instant to catch Sgt. Ash Chewston with a "deer caught in the headlights" look.

"Chewston!!" Commissioner Black bellowed, swiftly walking right up into Ash's face. Ash resisted the sudden urge to step backwards with some trouble.

"FIRST, you go and get all sobby on me while on LIVE T.V.! THEN, you decide to show up over an HOUR late to work in THIS SHODDY CONDITION!" Black made wide, sweeping gestures meant to point out Ash's ragtag clothing, but they only succeeded in forcing Ash back a few inches. There was a secret gambling pool run by some of the officers trying to guess the person who will cause Black to snap into a psychotic, violent rampage. So far, Ash had stayed off the list.

"Screw up again," Black menaced, lowering his voice dangerously, "and I'll bust you down to training pants. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear."

"Yes sir" Ash managed to say.

And with that out of his hair, the commissioner stalked off in search of new victims. Ash caught a sympathetic look from Wanda, down the hall, as he drudged the rest of the way to his office.

No more than half an hour later, a knock sounded at his door. Ash glanced up from his paperwork on the most recent Pokemon attacks to see a man enter. Ash made a mental note to contact other individuals working on Pokemon attack cases, to see if they had a point of origin.

((Ravea))

Seigi went through the police station, stopping at his destination. It was very early morning, and Seigi had someone he wanted to meet. He knocked on the door, then let himself in. The man he had saw on T.V. was sitting at his desk, rifling through some papers.

"Sgt. Ash Chewston, i presume?" Asked Seigi quitely. "I saw you on T.V. and thought you could use some help."

((Me, again))

Ash visibly winced, then got up and walked to his second visitor of the day. "That's me," he said bitterly, shaking hands as he did so, "the infamous Sgt. Ash Chewston." He closed the door slowly, letting it set against its frame with a resounding click. This simple precaution would keep the wandering ears of the office from this private conversation.

After offering the stranger a chair and seating himself at his desk once more, Ash spoke up with curiosity.

"What kind of... help."