Life was slowly coming back down to normal, after the word that Lightening McQueen was in fact alive had reached the racing circuit fan from all over the globe made their way to Radiator Springs to see their favorite racer alive and well. Though McQueen felt grateful for such a loyal fanbase he did want some down time to get back into the swing life. McQueen sighed heavily one evening as he quickly snuck into Docs clinic. While the traffic flow had died down significantly there was still to many vehicles around for McQueen to catch a moment of solitude.

"You alright there son?"

Sheriff had followed the racer in, seeing the red car flee quickly from the towns bustling streets.

"I'm fine, I just needed some time to think. I haven't really gotten a chance to get my life back into order. Stupid media never lets me alone… one of the downfalls of being a racer."

Sheriff smirked coming to park along side him,

"I seem to recall a time where a certain rookie couldn't get enough of the spot light."

McQueen glanced at him, a twisted smirk on his face.

"That rookie doesn't exist anymore. He got to be too arrogant."

Sherriff chuckled slightly as Doc came around the corner.

"Since when is my clinic a hiding place?"

McQueen shrugged,

"Since there isn't anywhere else to hid from the crazy nuts outside."

Doc smirked, he remembered those days of being chased by the media for every move he made and that was one thing he did not miss in the slightest.

McQueen glanced back over to Sheriff,

"Sheriff what happened in Bronx?"

Sheriff blinked; his body stiffened slightly. Doc's eyes went wide as he glanced between the too.

"Who told you about that?"

Sheriff asked, he managed to keep his voice tamed.

"Granger, he kept complaining that you had bribed him to get involved with the incidents from Bronx. Me and Rod asked him about it, but he could just scoff and drive off."

Sherriff looked over to Doc, the only other car in the world who knew what had happened there.

"I… I didn't always work in Radiator Springs or live here either. My family, as I told you, comes from a long line of law enforcement. My first assignment was in the Bronx. I was a cadet then…a rookie cop if you will."

McQueen settled on his axles; he was ready for a story.

Sherriff just shook his hood slightly as he continued.

"As I said I was a young cadet, Granger had about 3 years seniority on me at this station…."

……………..

Sheriff took in a deep breath as he looked at the large, looming building before him. His first assignment outside of the academy. He pushed open the doors as he drove in, having graduated at the top of his class he had been assigned to the Bronx, a heavily crime infested area. He drove over to the front desk.

"Uh Hi I am…"

"new cadet?"

The officer cut him off rather harshly,

"Yes sir."

"Down the hall third door on the left."

Sherriff nodded, turning to head down the hall when something hit him on the right fender.

"Keep your eyes open cadet never know what's coming!"

Sherriff glared at the small group of cars that drove off laughing. He slunk into the main room; he was only one among 10 others who had been chosen from across the country. A murmur rose through the room as the cars continued to talk amongst themselves.

"Alright everyone shut it."

The murmur fell silent as the head Chief parked in the front.

"My name is Chief Alex Wheelnor, I am your superior, I am not your friend, I am not your buddy. I give you orders, and you follow them is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

The room called out in unison.

"Good, now all of you were chosen because you were at the top of your respective classes but make no mistake, you are being watched. If after 60 days, you prove that you can't handle yourself then you will be dismissed from this station. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Now look around you to you left and right."

All the cadet glanced around them; Sheriff was at the back he could clearly see all 9 of his fellow classmates.

"Did you get a good look? Good, because each one of you will be not only paired up with a senior officer but with someone in this room. Also, statistically, and from past experience with cadets 6 of you will not make it through the first 60 days, let alone a year."

Sheriff cocked his hood slightly. As the Chief continued.

"3 of you will drop out within the first 50 days, 2 of you will not make the cut and be fired, and 1 of you… 1 of you will be killed on duty."

The murmur rose again throughout the room. Sheriff felt himself sink on his axles. Maybe is wasn't such a great idea coming here.

"Silence! That's better, now as I said these are stats. Although pretty accurate ones. Now in traditional kindergarten style each cadet will pull out onto the main floor, state your name, where you are from, and you ambition for being an officer."

Sheriff listened as they started with the front row, he was second to last to go. He pulled out,

"My name is Carson, I am from Bloomington Minnesota, and my ambition for being an officer is to bring justice."

He cringed at himself, such generic answers. He backed into his spot again. He had no intention of…

"Carson!"

Sheriff's eyes jerked up.

"Yes sir."

"Care to be like everyone else and tell us your full name?"

Sheriff looked around the room, he had, had enough trouble in the academy with his name, even in grade school.

"Carson we are waiting."

All eyes were on him as he pulled out again.

"Sheriff, my name is Sheriff Carson."

A few of the cadets chuckled softly as he backed slowly into his space again. He didn't look up feeling the eyes on him.

"Thank you, Sheriff, maybe someday you'll live up to that name if you keep your hood on straight."

Sheriff nodded as the car next to him pulled out.

"Hey there chief, names Wayne, Bruce Wayne and I am from Gotham City… my ambition is to bring all the criminals in for due punishment."

The room was laughing, except for Sherriff. He just shook his hood, the class clown. There was one in every group.

"Willis! You may have been allowed to act like an idiot in the academy, but I will not tolerate it here, do you understand!"

The mercury, almost identical to Sheriff, shrugged smugly.

"Whatever you say Chief. The names Conner, Conner Willis. I am from Daytona; Florida and my ambition is to bring justice to the world with a smile."

He smiled broadly as he backed into his spot.

"Take a good look at your fellow cadet class, I am willing to bet Willis you are the stat is either fired or killed."

Willis shrugged as the Chief continued on, he leaned over to Sheriff.

"Kind of a hard hood ain't he?"

Sheriff glanced at him,

"Shh... He's talking."

Conner grinned,

"Uh oh is someone an A honor student?"

Sheriff kept his eyes to the front; he had no intentions of causing more attention to be drawn to himself.

"Willis!!"

Conner looked up to the front.

"One more disruption and you'll be sorting files for a week, got it!"

Willis rolled his eyes as he leaned back into his spot. Sheriff closed his eyes with a sigh, great not only did his name cause an issue now this kid beside him seemed to take to him. Sheriff glanced over at him, they were unfortunately the same make and model, though there were a few other Mercury's there too.

After a few hours more and a lunch break the Chief finally introduced the teams, and to Sheriff utter dismay him and Conner were put together.

"Your senior officers name is Granger; he's been with his department since he was a cadet himself 3 years ago. His knowledge of the streets is greater then even my own here. You two will be working with him, he is currently been trying to bust a drug operation for the past 14 months."

Conner smirked,

"Isn't it easier to just say a year and two months."

The Chief glared at him,

"Keep it up Willis…keep it up."

Sheriff waited till the Chief was onto the next group.

"Will you control yourself."

Sheriff hissed; Conner laughed.

"Oh yes sir… Sheriff, where's your gold star? I don't see any evidence you are a Sheriff."

Sheriff felt his oil beginning to boil,

"My name pays homage to my grandfather who was a sheriff. Its not my fault, I didn't get to choose my name okay."

The Chief has made his way back up to the front.

"Now that you all have your assigned partners and seniors you will meet with them."

He dismissed the groups of two into separate rooms.

"Willis, Carson, room 108."

Sheriff drove out with Conner behind him.

"We could be twins you know that."

Sheriff shook his hood, ignoring him.

"There are other Mercury's Conner, we aren't the only ones."

Conner seemed to bounce as they drove, his body swaying.

"….Let's rock everybody, let's rock

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock…."

Conner sang to himself as they drove down the hall. Sheriff just sighed as they came into the room. Conner still singing. Sheriff inwardly moaned, their senior Granger was the same car that had hit him earlier.

"Cadets, I am my name is Granger, Lieutenant Granger. You will call me Lieutenant Granger or Lieutenant. Got it?"

Sheriff nodded,

"Sir, yes Sir."

Conner nodded,

"You got it boss."

Granger pulled up right into Conner's grill.

"You will address me at Sir when I give you an order."

Conner raised an eye,

"okay, yes Sir when I give you an order."

Sheriff closed his eyes, why? Why him?

"You think you're funny cadet?"

Conner shrugged,

"Somebody thinks I am funny."

Granger rolled back,

"And who would that be?"

"Me! I am somebody right, therefore somebody thinks I am funny."

Granger growled,

"Don't test me cadet, I will have you bumper out on the street so fast it will make your hood spin got it!"

"Sir."

Conner smirked. Sheriff just shook his hood as Granger explained to them what they would be doing that day.

"I have been following leads of suspect drug operations throughout this city for…"

"A year and two months."

Conner broke in. Granger glared at him.

"14 months… now I have made contact with one of my street cars. You two are coming with me, maybe you'll learn something. Take whatever you learned at the academy and throw it out the window, run over it, and kick it into the ocean because this is real life. Nothing you learned in the academy will help you here."

Sheriff was confused at that statement but listened anyway, he had to make a good impression if he hope to not be one of the stats.

……………………….

Sheriff stuck close to Granger; the streets of the Bronx were quiet unfamiliar to him. He was grateful that so far, his lieutenant had not made any remarks to his name.

"Now both of you keep your traps shut, you are here to observe and learn, nothing else."

Sheriff glanced at Conner; he knew that wasn't going to happen. As they rounded the corner, a dull orange car with images painted all over him sat at the corner.

"Rodero what you got for me?"

The car who had been leaning heavily against the wall, shifted his weight back to his axles.

"Word on the street is Domero is getting a new shipment in on Thursday. Heavy stuff from across the border."

Granger nodded,

"How heavy?"

"About 300 kilos."

Grangers tires chirped,

"You're kidding me?"

Rodero shook his hood,

"Told you this guy means business; he's got eyes everywhere why do you think we meet here? He don't own his corner… yet…but he will. Even the mob hates this guy, he's doing business in their territory and selling drugs to their kids. They want him dead to, but no body has actually seen Domero just his lackies."

Granger sighed,

"Tell Mahony not to do anything he'll regret. He's already being watched, him and the other families. If they kill Domero I can't protect them."

Sheriff was puzzled by the conversation. Protection? It sounded like Granger had something he knew about the mob. The orange car nodded as they all split ways. Sheriff had to ask.

"Protect who?"

Granger looked behind him, he inwardly cursed himself forgetting he had two cadets with him.

"Protect the kids."

Sheriff was even more puzzled now,

"You know the mob?"

Granger scoffed,

"The mob is allusive. Does it exist yes, is it like the movies…. No."

Sheriff knew that was all he was gonna get out of him, he watched the streets as they drove back. Something… Something didn't feel right about this.

………………………….

"MCQUEEN!"

Mater burst into Docs clinic startling all three cars.

"Mater!"

Sheriff hollered at him,

"what have I told you about doing that?"

Mater smirked,

"Sorry Sheriff I need McQueen."

Lightening smiled,

"What's up buddy?"

Mater eyed Sheriff,

"Uh, come outside and I'll tell ya."

McQueen looked over to Sheriff,

"I want to hear the end of that story."

Sheriff nodded, he snuck over to the door as McQueen left.

"There's some new tractors in Franks field! You wanna go tipping?"

McQueen smirked,

"You betcha buddy!"

Sheriff shook his hood,

"You gonna let them go?"

Doc pulled up to him, Sheriff shrugged.

"just this one time."

He looked out the door, as the two drove off. Was he ready to reveal the ending to the story?