Disclaimer:

A mighty thank you to everyone who reviewed, it really makes writing the story come along much faster. In fact, I've decided to save them ALL! Muahahaha! So anyway, I don't own Prince of Tennis, Chicago, or the S.W.A.T. now own with chapter two!

Chapter two: Oishi and the policeman

Oishi woke up and panicked. After a quick analysis, Oishi was in what seemed to be a prison cell. But that couldn't be true…he hadn't done anything bad…

Well, being the ever-so-smart business man he was, Oishi got out of his hard, lumpy bed and took a look around the cell. A small sink, a bored with a bad mattress, a sink and toilet, and a small tray of food that looked inedible. Great. Just great. Not even two days in the big city and he was already in trouble with the fuzz.

While Oishi was mopping and feeling sorry for himself, the inspector who had caught Oishi and the gang came to see if their prisoner was awake. The inspector was a strange man; he was mostly mild-mannered and kind, and extremely calm. But put a gun and a cop's hat on him and he became the most dangerous man in the force. The last thing many criminals had heard was his war cry; BUUUUURNING BULLITS! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

Yes, inspector Takashi Kawamura, called Taka by most of his friends, was a strange one alright. But no strange than the sight that awaited the inspector as he went to check up on his refugee. You see, they would've given him a better room, but the one spare room they had was taken by some idiot street vendor who happened to be at the scene of the gang beating.

Oishi, thinking they had arrested him, had knelt down on the toilet in an attempt to make a mini-alter and offer his prayers to G-d. Which wasn't really working, seeing as the toilet had no lid. So he had ended up getting his foot stuck in the toilet, which is what Inspector Taka had walked in on.

"Erm…I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the inspector asked and scratched his head.

Oishi, having no idea what was going on, somehow wrenched his foot free of the toilet and bowed in front of Inspector Taka. "PLEASEKINDSIRIDIDNOTHINGWHYAMIHEREINEEDTOGOSAVEEIJI!"

"Eh? What was that…get a squid evacuated?" Taka was even more lost now.

Oishi's face got as red as a radish. "Ah…I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, why am I here! I'm the victim! I was going to be mu—"

"I know, I know. We just didn't have a spare room to put you in, so we had to put you in a cell. Ok? Calm down, 's all going to be ok. See, the door isn't even locked."

True to his words, the cell door was open.

"Now then, I just need to take you in for questioning, sir, and then you're free to go." He winked at Oishi, who in return, smiled.

"Phew…that's good…" Oishi wanted to dance, to sing, and shout in joy, but he somehow contained it all and then remembered his manners. "Ah…forgive me. I haven't told you who I am, yet, have I…"

Taka patted the confuzzled business man on the shoulder and replied, "Don't worry about it. We'll get it all sorted out after the trial. I'm inspector Takashi Kawamura, but just call me Inspector Taka. And y—"

"Wait a minute, what trial?" Oishi asked, even more confused.

"Oh, that's right. I didn't tell you did I…" the Inspector laughed. "Those three gangsters were arrested and are being put on trial. As the victim, you're a key witness, as is our other guest…"

"Other guest?" Oishi was extremely interested. Maybe this "other guest" was Eiji…had the police found him?

"Yeah…a street vendor who was at the scene of the crime."

Well, there went Oishi's hopes of finding Eiji. Hmmm…well, this was a police station…they could probably run a missing persons case. And then Eiji would be all his again!

"Inspector, I was wondering if—"

"FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

(Insert many crashing and cursing here)

Oishi tried to stand up from the clutter of random CD's, DVDs, and other goods but found that someone was lying across his legs. A someone wearing a long trench coat, sunglasses, and had spiky black hair and a stupid smile.

"Hehehe…you're a very luck person, you know that?" The man brushed himself off and stood up, then offered Oishi a hand.

"Lucky, am I?" He gladly accepted the hand.

"Yup. Because today is the day that I'm free! Free from this police madness! Free, free FREEEEEEEEE!"

Meanwhile, the Inspector looked on, half amused, wondering what to do. In the end, he decided just to watch and see what would happen.

"So then, young man…" He removed his sunglasses and made a formal bow. "The name is Momoshiro Takeshi. How'd you like illegal crack? On me." He hastily picked up his goods, and stuffed them in his seemingly bottomless pockets.

"Eh? You realize there's a police officer right there…" Oishi pointed to Taka.

"Heh, no worries. He won't do anything in his current state. Now then…" He pulled out a pouch of drugs.

"Ah, no thank you, Mr. Momoshiro…" Oishi took a step back.

"No no, call me Momo. Say, what's your name, dude?"

At this, Inspector Taka perked up. "Yes, yes, I still need to file a report on you. Both of you, actually. We can discuss matters in my office. This way, if you please."

To be continued…

Yeah yeah, I know it wasn't that long, but I'm really eager to start on the next chappy (a big fat surprise for all of you!)

So enter Taka and Momo, btw I don't own the street vendor idea, it belongs to a reviewer, thanks a million for the idea!

Anyhoo, three reviews, if you please! Wow…I like that phrase…"if you please"…haha, gotta make a mental note of that one…