Legolas dragged a comb through his hair, using a rubber band to hold it back. He checked his reflection and sighed. He was not looking forward to patrol. With his old partner, it had been the coolest thing in the world, but he wasn't sure about Jemini. She was a newbie in his part of the nation, as it were, and he didn't know if she would be a help or a hinderance. He walked out into the living room, where the twins had 'set up camp'.

"Hey guys, I'm leaving for work!" Legolas commented to the twins who were feuding over the remote. "Don't electrocute yourselves... or each other."

Elladan tackled Elrohir and wrestled the remote controller from the younger twin. "Sure Leggy. Whatever you say, Your Majesty." He sniggered at the blonde's annoyed expression. "Don't get your knickers in a knot."

Elrohir hit his brother over the head for taking the remote. "When will you be back?"

"Midnight, probably, unless something happens." He paused. "Which it won't." He added as an afterthought, closing the door behind him and starting down the stairs.

He pulled out his cell phone and shut it off, turning his pager off as well. He nearly tripped over the twelve-year-old from the third floor who had a crush on him. He sighed. He would hate to see her tears when she realized he would be moving out. And geez, it was nearly time to move again... he was due to move to Michigan in a few months. He could never stay too long in one place or one occupation, or people would be suspicious that he never aged.

He got into his Ford and pulled out of the parking lot, turning down Main Street. He ran his hands over the steering wheel, wondering what was going to 'go down' that night. It could be anything in this town; drugs, homicide, speeding, burglary, domestic violence, rape... it could really be anything.

Upon reaching the station, he saw Jemini already waiting for him in their patrol car. Legolas waved to her and entered the building. He went to his immaculately neat desk and cubicle, picking up a folder. He scanned their route: 24th Avenue to Main, turning west to Underground St and Beach Boulevard. It was the longest patrol.

He swallowed a few Advil tablets. He could almost feeling the headache coming on. And it wasn't that she was a bad person. He was an elf, used to singing and laughter, or companionable silence, not constant chatter coming from his companion. Even Gimli didn't talk that much. A sting of pain shot through him and he leaned against his desk, trying to catch his breath. He hadn't let himself think about the dwarf for so long for the wound was still festering.

He tossed the folder aside and put his gun and billy club into their separate holsters and went back outside, to the patrol car.

"Hey Luke!" Jemini greeted him.

"Hi Jemini. Want me to drive?" Legolas asked as he sat down in the driver's seat.

"Well, I hear you're one of the best." She shrugged, putting the laptop that connected them to the station in place.

"I just grew up doing archery. Precision and all." He shrugged as well, pulling out of the lot and going down Main to turn left, to 24th Avenume.

"Its quiet, I don't like it. Its like this right before Mardi Gras." Jemini noted, oddly quiet herself that night.

The silence of the night reawakened Legolas' elven and warrior instincts. There was something in the air that made him wary. His pointed ears detected something, so he pulled off of their route, turning right onto Third Street, his eyes scanning the crowds that were forming outside of various clubs and bars.

"Luke, we were supposed to stay on 24th Avenue!" Jemini protested. "You remind me of my brother now! You never stick to anything and just go around. I thought you were one of the best!"

"My quality, as it seems, is not measured by how many rules I follow. I trust my instincts when I know I should." Legolas answered evenly.

"Instinct? You can't trust a whim!" She replied.

"Well, its good I did." Legolas pulled over to the side of the road as a huge fight broke out, started by three men who didn't like that another guy was in front of them.

Legolas sprinted over to the fight, Jemini following behind him, and paused for a split second, and decided to go after the guy on the left. He grabbed the man's arm, cuffed one hand, caught the other arm and cuffed him. Legolas kicked the back of the man's knees, forcing him down.

He went for another man as Jemini took care of the last one. This one was easier now that he knew that the fight was over. Sitting the other man by his buddy, Legolas kneeled down beside the man who had been attacked. He was bleeding, dangerously so, at the head and various bleeding wounds on his legs and arms. Legolas pulled off the man's shirt gently, and ripped it into shreds, binding the poor man's wounds as best he could.

"I need another shirt!" He shouted to the crowd of bystanders. "Jemini, call in for an ambulance!"

"I already did, Luke!" She exclaimed as she walked over.

Someone tossed him a large shirt, and he ripped it up, bandaging the man's head as securely as he could. Legolas saw the man was now unconscious and sighed. At least that man would survive. No one could die from such wounds when an elf trained by Lord Elrond himself was around.

"So, what's with those dudes?" Legolas asked Jemini as the ambulance arrived.

"Well, that man was hitting on James'," She pointed to the first man. "Girlfriend, so he thought it was his duty to his woman to hurt the man."

Legolas nodded and then stood in front of the men. "Okay, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the state. Do you understand your rights?"

All three of them answered in unison, "Yes."

"Good." Legolas nodded. "Lets take them to the station and let them take care of it, okay?" He turned to Jacob, who had just arrived on scene. "Jacob, you take one, and Darren," Another officer arrived as Legolas was speaking. "You take another, and Jemini and I will take the third."

"Okay, Luke." Jacob and Darren answered and hauled one suspect up each.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Jemini asked as they got back into the car.

"What?" He asked, looking at her.

"Like, you were bandaging that man up pretty professionally, and as far as I know, you don't have a medical license or any training." She answered. "Where did you learn to fix a man up like that?" She asked again.

"An old friend." Legolas replied softly. "He was a great man."

Jemini fell silent, knowing she shouldn't pry about the man Luke was talking about. That would be rude and it seemed like a sore spot. "So, what should we do with this ruffian?" She used her head to gesture over her shoulder.

"Well, the detectives will get answers out of him, no worries. Our detectives are some of the best." Legolas shrugged. He checked his watch. "Our patrol's almost over. I think the Chief will let us go home early."

Jemini nodded. "Patrol tomorrow at noon?" She inquired.

"Yeah."

The ride was silent back to the station, where they took the suspect and sat him down in front of Detective Ronald Stevenson, one of the senior detectives in their precinct. Legolas went to a sink in the lounge and washed his hands quickly with lots and lots of soap to cleanse his bloodied hands. He wiped his hands dry and looked around. He pulled fifty cents from his pocket and purchased himself a Pepsi at the machine in the lounge.

"Bye Luke!" Jemini waved brightly as he left the station.

"Bye Jemini." Maybe she wasn't so bad...

Legolas got back into his Ford and drove the familiar route back to his apartment building. He walked into the warm lobby and sighed. He was getting attached to this place. That was not good. He shook his head and took his hair from the rubber band, wincing slightly at the pulling of his precious hair. He smoothed his locks over his pointed ears and went for the elevator.

Two and half minutes later, after picking up seven people, the elevator came to his floor and he stepped out, glad to be away from those whining human children. Estel had never been the type to wail, cry or complain. He was a model child, in every meaning of the words.

Oh, it was a good thing he had taken those Advils.

He knocked on his door to let the twins know he was back and opened the door. It was quiet, and he stepped in warily. You never knew what those two were up to. He looked around, and saw they were on the couch sleeping. Or what seemed like sleeping.

They jumped up the moment he walked into the living room and tackled him. He laid under them, completely pinned.

"Hey Legolas!" They chirped. "How was work?"

"Good. Me and Jemini got three guys." He answered. "Want to get off me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, not really." Elladan replied.

"Why not?"

"Because its been centuries since we've tackled you and completely overpowered the great king of Mirkwood." Elrohir supplied.

"I'm not king anymore." He reminded them. "Mirkwood was burned by the humans after they thought we had all left."

"Just because the forest is dead doesn't mean the kingdom isn't." Elladan reminded Legolas.

"I'm king of... me, then." He rolled his eyes. He tried to push them, but not only were they both on him, they were a lot stronger than he was.

"So, how's Jemini?" Elrohir asked in a singsong tune, like an elleth gossiping to another.

"Good. She cuffed a guy and he almost cried." He shrugged.

"Yeah, Legolas is turned on by tough women!" Elladan laughed and Elrohir joined him.

"Shut up! She's my partner!" Legolas was thoroughly disgusted by them. "Just get off me."

"Ask her out, and we will."

"NO!"

"Okay, if you insist." The twins stayed put.

After five minutes, the twins got bored and stood up, walking into the kitchen. "Do you have anything in here beside spaghetti?" Elladan poked his head out into the living room, an incredulous look on his face.

"Well, the only other things I know how to cook aren't available to me now." Legolas answered as he stood up.

"So, you can't cook?" Elrohir asked from the kitchen.

"In a word? No." He replied.

"Come my friend!" Elladan invited Legolas into the kitchen. "We shall teach you."

This should be good, Legolas thought grimly as he let himself be ushered in.