Chapter 1; Part 1:

The sunlight shone into the Chief's room as his alarm clock went off.

"MARK!"

"Chief, can't you get ready for meeting the commissioner on your own?" Mark asked.

"If that is true, then why are you still my aid?" Ironside barked.

"Maybe it's because this is the only real job I've had so far."

"Well, maybe it isn't really a job IF YOU AREN'T REALLY DOING IT!" Ironside was breathing hard, from the effort of sitting up in his bed.

"Oh, fine. But, you can't argue or complain about the coffee."

"Says who?" Ironside asked.

"Says me." Mark said as he grinned.

"Chief, when will you be ready to go? The commissioner called, and he doesn't really like to wait." Sergeant Ed Brown called from the kitchen. "And, the coffee isn't really all that bad, either."

Ironside glared at Marks then roared: "Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?"

"Coming, Chief." Ed called.

"Not you, Ed. I meant Mark."

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you in the van with the file for you."

"Thank you. Mark?"

"Coming, Chief."

(One hour later)

The van phone starts ringing*

Ironside sighs as he picks it up. "Probably the commissioner." He then addresses whoever is on the phone. "Ironside."

"Listen, Bob. I don't have all day. Are you coming or not?" Commissioner Dennis Randall asked.

"Of course I'm coming. Do you really think I would miss one of your annual meetings intentionally? You'd have my badge if I missed a meeting intentionally."

"You'd better not miss it, Bob, or I'll literally have your badge."

"You already technically have it. I'm technically no longer the Chief of Detectives. Somebody else is." Ironside remarked.

"Still, I could make things worse for you, Bob." Randall grinned. There was no way he was losing this argument!

"What are you gonna do? Have Sergeant Brown or Lieutenant Reece or Officer Whitfield arrest their superior? Do you not hear how ridiculous that is? Listen to yourself!"

Randall's face burned. "No."

"Well, then, thank you. Another point for Ironside. Still zero for you." Ironside laughed as the commissioner hung up on him. "Mark, you probably should drive faster. The commissioner is not very happy with me."

"I wonder why."

"Maybe you can find out when we get there. If we get there, on time. So, drive faster."

"Aren't you afraid of being pulled over?"

"Who would pull this van over?"

"Nobody."

"Exactly. So, DRIVE!"