AUTHORS NOTES

hey everyone this is my first F&F fanfiction! But I am a long time member to writing fiction! As usual I do not own this plot, movie or characters! I hope you like it and get feedback! But I started writing this story a little while ago so in no way am I trying to copy other users ideas (besides if you hadn't read Puzzling Pieces, do so, it's great!) but its gonna be quite different from that story, but Brian does have a sister But he also will have a brother! NICE! R&R THANKS GUYS! I PROMISE you guys this story will pick up once the action starts happening!

TASH

Brian sighed loudly as he rubbed his tired eyes. He had been up for about 16 hours, and the last two hours he had spent locked up in a boring dimly lit room, watching a man through glass. And an hour of that was full of adrenaline and physical activity, now that the adrenaline had left his body, it left him weak and exhausted.

The room he stood in was dark except for a small lamp sat on a side table, which also housed a pot of coffee, creamers, and styrofoam cups. Brian walked closer to the window, stopping to continue to watch him as he placed his hands on his hips.

Tanner then walked in, papers in his hands the door opening and closing sounding like a building collapsing in the silent room. Brian knew he was in the room, but he didn't care much to pass him a glance. Instead he groaned loudly and turned around and made his way to the coffee pot.

"When can I go home Tanner?" Brian asked watching the dark liquid fill up the white cup.

"We're almost done Brian," Tanner assured him fixing his glasses.

"Tanner, come on! I'm hungry, this coffee sucks! I'm exhausted; I chased this bastard eight blocks. And I want to go home, I'm gonna have a crap load of reports to write up, it's almost midnight, we KNOW this is the guy." Brian whined as he mixed cream and sugar into his cup.

Tanner managed to smirk slightly, then tossed something at Brian, which he caught but barely.

"Here, eat a muffin," Tanner replied then went back to looking through the glass.

Brian grinned and sat his coffee cup down and tore the blueberry package of the muffin. A faint telephone ring was heard in the other room, no one bothered to run for it, for they all know there was already someone out in the main room, where all the desks sat, to answer it. He heard the ringing stop as he bit into the muffin, the tangy blueberries and the creamy buttermilk flavor excited his taste buds at the taste of food.

Suddenly a man with dress pants on, an untucked shirt and a loosen tie opened the door, and popped his head in.

"Brian, phone call brother, line 3." He replied.

"Thanks man," Brian said in a muffled voice thanks to his full mouth.

Tanner nodded and patted Brian on the back as he passed him to walk out of the room.

Brian walked through a narrow hallway, then opened another door, which lead to the main room that you would enter if you first walked into the building. The lights were out except a select few recess lights shinning down above, lighting only chunks of the room, but leaving the other parts dark.

Brian walked down the four steps that lead to the level where all the desks were at, he walked around to the phone and saw the green light blinking next to – line 3. He cleared his throat, picked up the phone, and punched the button.

"Officer O' Connor," Brian answered.

"Brian." A man's voice asked.

Brian's face became serious.

"Who is this?" Brian asked.

"My name is Deputy Telson, of the San Diego Police Department. Brian I understand you are a police officer as well, is that true?" the man asked.

"No I just answered this conversation with 'officer' for the heck of it. What's going on?" Brian demanded.

"We have your sister down at our station…" He began.

"What?" Brian demanded, his facing getting a hint of confusion and anger.

"She's in trouble Mr. O' Connor." He replied.

"What kind of trouble?" Brian asked immediately.

"How about you come down here and we talk about it, how fast can you get here?" The man asked.

"Uhh.." Brian replied looking at the ceiling, trying to think.

"In about two…three hours maybe." Brian answered.

"Ok, is she ok?" Brian asked.

"She's fine, for now, just come on down and we'll talk about it." He said then hung up.

Brian's eyes trailed around before hanging up, and he darted to the stairs, up them, through the hallway and into the room, basically busting in, startling Tanner.

"I have to go to San Diego, my sister is in trouble." He said breathlessly.

Brian looked down at his clock it read 3:45 am. Brian shook the tiredness out of him and pulled into a parking spot, outside of a tall building that he got told, was the police headquarters. His silver car was decked out, with nice rims, neon lights underneath and in the back seat of his car, lighting the entire car blue, a large system, and a duel exhaust system. He stepped out and locked it, making his way into the building. He looked around at the lit room, trying to find someone who would know anything.

"Brian?" a voice asked.

Brian turned around to see a young girl, her hair a maple color, stopping under her shoulders, she wore jeans and a pink t-shirt.

"Channa." He answered.

She then sprinted down the hall towards him. Brian took two steps and caught her tight in his arms as she ran into them. He closed his eyes, deeply, smelling the faint scent of Hollister perfume. After five minutes of not letting each other go, they parted, Brian's hands on her shoulders.

"What's going on?" Brian asked.

"Mr. O' Connor," another voice replied.

Brian turned around, his arm still around his sister.

"I am Officer Telson, the one you spoke with on the phone." He replied walking up to them, holding out a hand.

Brian looked at him and grasped it, shaking it.

"Hey," he murmured.

"Brian, I am sure why you are wondering why Channa is in here…"

"Yea something like that." Brian interrupted.

"Brian, we took your father into custody earlier this evening." The man began shoving his hands into his pockets and looking down.

"On what charges?" Brian asked, now deeply concerned, always knowing his dad was a dick.

"Well at first it was the abuse and murder of 12-year-old Todd Holmes. When we searched his place, we found stolen merchandise, and illegal drugs. Needless to say Brian, your father is going to go to jail for a really long time, and…well…come here…" he replied pulling Brian aside and away from Channa.

"Despite the fact that you're a young adult, you probably wouldn't be the first choice to take care of your sister, but let's face it Brian, you don't have a good choice of family members for us to go on to here. Her uncle is also in jail, her aunt is dead. Both grandparents are on parole, and your mother's parents are both under house arrest…I mean help me out her Brian. You're the only good choice we have. And she's a minor, she will be for the next two years,a nd we can't allow her to live on her own." The officer spoke quietly to him.

Brian nodded.

"Yea I know you can say it my family sucks and they are all bad people, yes I know. Uhh…sure, I'll take care of her." Brian replied.

"Great!" He said patting her shoulder.

"So do I have to stay over?" he asked dreading the answer.

"No, you both can go back to LA, tonight, and we'll just fax the papers to your office, and take care of it from there." He replied.

Brian smiled and nodded.

Suddenly he heard a large clatter of jail doors being opened, which caused his eyes to look upward. His eyes rested on the man as he was escorted someplace else, his eyes never leaving his son. Brian licked his lips and even bit them.

"Can I talk to him?" Brian asked.

"Sure." Telson replied and with that Brian walked off after the man.

The policeman sat him in a cellar and left. Brian walked up, his black t-shirt tight around his biceps and his jeans loose around his legs but secure around his waist.

Brian folded his arms and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, and looked upon the pathetic excuse for a man.

"You REALLY outdid yourself this time dad." Brian replied softly.

The man looked up at him, his son, his own flesh and blood.

"Surprised to see you here." He murmured.

"I'm here for Channa." Brian spit out bitterly, hating his tone already.

"For once, never were here for her before." He added looking away.

"Don't you preach to me about being there. Dad, what the hell did you do, you killed a KID?" He demanded raising his voice.

"That's none of your business." He shot back getting mad as well.

"Good thing. Nothing more pathetic to a father than knowing his son turned out to be a better person than him." He said disgusted.

Suddenly the man lunged at the bars, causing Brian to back up.

"You just back up son, I always hated you and even your damn brother and sister. You think you're in the clear don't ya? See even when you ran off to LA, and became a cop to learn how to protect yourself, you were still always afraid of me coming back, I knew it. And don't think steel bars are going to help you feel any safer you stupid low life punk." He growled.

Brian looked at his father and swallowed hardly.

"Goodbye father, enjoy prison." He said then left, leaving him alone in his cell.