As Rock sat on the leather chair of his desk, he looked around his office as he started spinning around on his chair. The papers he had needed to finish filling out were on top of his desk, but he wasn't caring much about them. He was looking at the picture of his daughter; staring at it as he feared in the back of his mind that someone would pick her up from preschool and…

Before his thoughts could continue, the door to his office swung open and Kurt walked in before sitting on a chair in front of his desk. "Ok, Rock, I need to talk to you." The minute the door had opened, Rock had put away the picture almost as in instinct, but now that he saw Kurt, he frowned and stood; taking his coat and starting to walk out. Kurt, at that, stood quickly and stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulder. "Rock, wait."

"There's a reason why I haven't answered your damn calls, Kurt. And, yeah, we're partners, and I'm supposed to be a professional, right?" Rock shook off his hand from his shoulder and started out. "Let's go before I change my mind and drop the assignment."

Kurt sighed and hurried after him. "Have you heard from that lady? The one from the pier?" When Rock didn't answer, he only sighed mentally when his silence confirmed the no. "Your daughter's ok, right?"

At that, Rock snapped and quickly turned to him; this time not pushing him, nor grabbing him by the shirt. This time he just glared at him. "You don't learn, do you? I said to not mention her, and here you go again. Feel lucky that you still have all your teeth there; because I am just in the mood to knock them all down. And, yeah, Kurt. She's perfectly fine; thank you for your concern." The fake smile that Rock gave him quickly went away as a glare took over before he walked out to the car again. Kurt silently took his place in the passenger's seat.

"So… Where are we going? Since…I kind of messed up our chance at the pier."

Rock looked at Kurt before back at the road. "I don't know. Guess go there to see if they left anything behind; which they probably didn't. They're not that stupid, I think."

After riding in the car in an awkward silence, Kurt turned to Rock. "Look, I know what you must be going through."

"Huh. Really…"

"Yeah. Because I have kids of my own."

Rock, of course, stayed emotionless and silent; staring ahead at the road in front of him. He had seen kids in his wallet, but…

When Kurt saw that Rock wasn't saying anything to stop him or urging him to go on, he simply continued. "I have twins. They're nine; a boy and a girl. And, I know that you must be going through hell thinking that something's going to happen to your daughter, because I'd be going through the same if I knew my kids were in some sort of danger… Look, I'm sorry for what I did the other day, I just…lost it. I mean, there we had them, and… Well, you know."

Rock didn't answer, he just kept staring ahead. After a while, he cleared his throat. "I don't know why you just…said all that, but thanks. Look, I—" Before he finished, though, he parked away from the pier but close enough to see what was going on.

Kurt, confused on why he stopped, turned there too as Rock answered. "They're there! The fools went back!"

Rock shook his head; frowning ahead at the men in the front of the warehouse. "No, they're not back for business."

"Then…?"

"They're waiting for us. That's our welcoming committee."

"What do you mean 'our welcoming committee'? Man, we can't go in there! Not without backup…"

"Look, Kurt… I'm being real patient here, so I'm going to explain to you why we're going in, ok? By the time we get backup, our asses are going to be shot-because they will spot us-we'll probably be dead, and then those bastards will be gone before the other guys even get to the warehouse. If we go in right now and things go the way I think… We'll have a chance to stop them and maybe even win, got it?"

Hesitating, Kurt looked towards the warehouse. "Well, yeah, but…"

Rock sighed, loading his gun. "Dammit, Kurt! Make up your damn mind, boy. If you don't want to go, it's ok. I'm not blaming you if you don't want to go. I mean-"

Smirking and shaking his head, Kurt took out his gun too. "You talk too much, Rock. Of course I want to go and kick their ass; it's true, it's true."

Surprised, to say the least, Rock looked at Kurt as he loaded his gun but soon a smirk appeared on his face as he nodded. "Then know your role and shut your damn mouth." Rock unbuckled and started driving faster and faster there. "It's time to lay the smackdown on their asses!"

As the car sped through the streets, neither Kurt nor Rock turned on the siren to warn them; that'd be too risky. As they got closer and closer to the warehouse, the car seemed to only get faster and faster; which alarmed Kurt. "Are we going to kill them or ourselves!"

Rock, though, buckled himself quickly. "Them, now hang on and shut up. The Rock's concentrating."

With that, Kurt quickly buckled as they got closer and closer to the warehouse. When the men saw them coming, a faint smirk was seen from them as they took out their own guns and, thinking that the car would slow down, waited for them. As they saw that the car would only speed up, though, they quickly jumped out of the way and watched in surprise that the car would actually speed even faster past them and push the doors to the warehouse open: going inside. Richard, being one of the men outside, quickly took out his gun and fired at them the only bullet he had.

Meanwhile, in the car, Rock hit on the break and turned on the steering wheel; making the car spin around so they could face the entrance of the warehouse. His car, in the process, got a hole on the hood as he did that. Suddenly a loud voice caused the shooting that would soon break out to stop.

"Stop it! Let's give these gentlemen a nice hello…"

Rock turned to Kurt to check how he was and was yet again surprised when he saw Kurt glaring at the three men that suddenly started walking out of the shadows. Before he could say anything, though, Kurt walked out and held out his badge. "FBI! Drop your weapons, now!"

A loud chuckle was heard from the shadows. "Oh, is that what we're supposed to do? 'Drop our weapons'? Hmm… Do we have another choice?"

"What do you think?"

"I think… That you can't make it out of here alive."

As the men started for Kurt, Rock stepped out of the car, taking off his coat. "Is that so? Hmm…. You know, I really doubt that. We're dealing with a coward like you." Rock didn't let go of the gun his right hand was holding. "I mean…you and your little goons are going to get wiped out, and there is nothing you can do. Especially if you're just hiding in the shadows. Come on; grace us with your presence. Surprise us in not being a coward this time."

Footsteps started being heard getting closer; but not closer enough to see the face of to whom the voice belonged to. "You're right. How rude of me to not introduce myself."

Rock knew where he was even through the shadows; so he glared at that spot. "I'll help you cut to the chase. Kurt, this damn bastard is the worst kind of human being there is."

The voice suddenly laughed as the figure walked out from the shadows. "Oh, please! Don't flatter me, Rock. You see Kurt… Right here, in this warehouse…and in the other two that all those officers are currently taking care of, we have drugs, there are deals that many don't know about… We have a lot of money that none of you and your little agents will ever find. And you know why? Because we will never be caught. You two… :Snaps his fingers: are the ones that are caught in here." As soon as he snapped his fingers, all the entrances to the warehouse slammed shut. "My name, Kurt…is Eric Bischoff. The single most powerful man in New York. I own this joint, and I own many more places and people you will ever find out." He turned to Rock at that, smirking and cocking his head to the side. "Except for you, isn't that right, Rock? You know most of the places, right? I mean… You have known all along."

Kurt turned to Rock, giving him a confused look before turning to Eric. "Wait… You know each other…?"

Rock didn't answer; he just kept giving Eric a hateful glare. Eric, smirking, nodded at Kurt. "Yes, Kurt. Didn't you know? This…recognized detective from the FBI worked for us once upon a time." Seeing Kurt's shock expression, Eric laughed. "Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, 'The Rock' was 'born' here. Guess that's why he does not tell you anything, don't you think? Everyone has their own secrets. Surprise…"