Luke sat at the bar, nursing what he guessed was probably his 30th shot. Over the course of the evening he'd finished off one bottle of Tennessee whiskey and had already made a sizable dent in the second. The pub was quaint, only a dozen other patrons were here, sitting at the tables talking and listening to music or playing a friendly game of pool. Slowly, Luke knocked back number 30 and poured himself another round. Alcoholism wasn't exactly new to him but it had gotten worse lately, then again he wasn't exactly drinking everyday. The guitars had just stirred up some memories he would rather forget.

A bell rung as the front door swung open, letting in the brisk night's air and attracting the attention of the entire room.

Was it night already!? Fuck.

Luke realized the tinted windows had really thrown off his time perception. Or maybe it was the bottle. A kid practically threw himself threw the door, breathing shakily as he stared back at the door. He turned his head and looked back at the room, Luke catching sight of the blood pouring out of his nose. The bartender looked him over from behind the counter.

"Hey mate, you okay?"

The kid was as scared as a cat. He nodded in response and quickly made his way to the bar, taking a seat on the stool next to Luke.

"Can I just have a water please?"

The bartender immediately turned and grabbed a clean glass. Meanwhile, the kid tried to catch his breath, and every few seconds he would turn his head to look at the door. Up close, Luke could see why he was nervous. His right cheek was swollen and his nose was probably broken, judging by the odd angle. The guy was as skinny as a rail, and didn't exactly look like he could fight.

"What you do to earn that?', Luke asked, startling the kid. The kid stared at him, unsure how to respond.

Before he could answer, the bell rung again, however, this time 5 guys in the usual wannabe chav clothing stepped in. Their apparent leader, clad in some soccer shirt on with track pants, stepped forward, staring a hole into the kid's back. The kid, already knowing his fate was sealed, burying his face in his hands for a second.

"Get your bloody arse outside and take your beating. I gave you 3 extra days for you to pay it back.", the leader exclaimed, with his cronies jeering and sneering.

This is gonna be a fucking murder. Jumping the kid ain't fucking fair. For as much as he wanted his night to go normally, it wasn't right to let this kid get beat down.

Impatient, the leader pounced forward and grabbed the kid by the collar of his shirt. Before he could pull him, Luke shot his hand out, catching him on the wrist and locking eyes with the leader, who was somewhat confused by the whole ordeal.

"Man, chill out. Kid is scared enough. Don't you got anyone else to go beat up on?", Luke said, coldly staring at chav and his goons.

"Mate, I don't see why it's any of you fucking business. Why don't you go back to your fucking drink before I teach you a lesson", the chav threatened.

Should've just left after the first bottle.

"I'm gonna ask you one last time. Very politely. To leave the kid alone or I'll show you and your boys a real fucking lesson"

The gang behind him tensed up, granted they still had wide grins across their face. They were looking for a fight and now one was here. The thing they hadn't realized was that the odds were dramatically against them. Their leader stepped back, a thin smile forming across his face.

"You got a fuckin deathwish. I'll wipe the floor with your face, mate"

"I figured as much."

Luke slowly rose, rolling his sore shoulder in it's socket and taking a deep breath. He looked back as the gang slowly fanned out around him, two picking up pool cues while another slid on brass knuckles. Luke picked up his bottle and took one final deep swig, at the least he wouldn't die sober. It's a sin to waste good whiskey. The kid was still staring at the bartop when Luke looked at him.

"You might want to move"

Within a split second Luke chucked the bottle at the leader's head, knocking him out cold. Now, his cronies stood unsure of what to do next. Luke let out a drunken laugh.

"I thought this was gonna be a fight"

Brass Knuckles charged him first, throwing a wild swing that sailed right by Luke's head. Luke returned with a brutal uppercut that sent a tooth flying. He sidestepped the limp body, but before he could turn to deal with the others a foot connected with his gut. Normally, even Luke would have folded from a kick that hard, however considering his BAC was somewhere in the .20s, he shrugged it off. He grabbed his opponent by the side of his head and threw him into the bartop, and then again into its side, denting the rail that ran just below it with his opponent's skull.

At this point Pool Cue 1 and 2 had pinned him in between themselves. Poor bastards. Pool Cue 1 charged first, and attempted an axe swing at Luke's side. It connected and probably broke a rib, but the mix of adrenaline and alcohol was the best pain killer on the planet. Luke grabbed the cue in the crook of his elbow, trapping the chav in arm's reach. Before he could capitalize, Pool Cue 2 slammed his cue into the back Luke's knee causing it to buckle. Pool Cue 1 let go of his weapon and backed up as Pool Cue 2 readied his cue for another strike. As he brought it down, Luke leaped forward and rolled onto his feet. Facing his opponents again, he rubbed his knee and squared off.

"Gotta admit, you chavs know how to fight."

"Fuck you", Pool Cue 2 replied.

Luke smiled as the now unarmed man began walking forward. Now here's a good stand up fight. The chav threw a straight jab but Luke was too quick, sidestepping his extended arm, he wrapped his hands around the chav's wrist and forced it back towards his shoulder. Normally, the move was just a simple throw, but, Luke threw it so hard that momentum pulled the chav's shoulder out of it's socket. He went down, howling in pain, however, Pool Cue was right behind him, and threw a brutal swing into Luke's chest. The hit sent Luke backwards into the wall as the guy ditched his weapon. He slugged Luke in the face and moved to follow it up with a round hooks to the face and body. Before he could continue, Luke threw a open palm strike straight to the nose, crunching it. The guy stumbled backwards holding his face and Luke pushed off the wall into an American football tackle. As soon as the guy hit the ground, Luke began a series of bone crushing punches to the face until the chav's face was so swollen he was unrecognizable.

For a moment, he just sat catching his breath, then finally he stood up and examined the bar around him. The kid was peeking over the bartop at the carnage around him. The only conscious member of the gang was rolling on the ground as Luke walked up to the bar and picked up his full shot glass. He knocked it back in one swig and threw it back on the counter. The leader let out a loud groan as he came back into consciousness. Luke strolled over the bodies of his compatriots and kneeled next to him, placing his knee in his chest. He put all his weight on it and the leader grimaced in pain.

"Let me tell you something, you will never hurt that kid or anyone else for that matter. And if I found out you did, I will break your fucking arms. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you" the leader spat.

Luke nodded and then pressed his knee even deeper. The guy started screaming.

Before the conversation could continue, bright blue lights flashed through the tinted windows of the bar. For fuck's sake. Six is gonna be pissed. Luke stood up and sat himself back on his stool as two police officers rushed through the front door. One began calling for medical units as the other came up to the bartender who had his cell phone in his hands. The bartender looked at Luke then back at the police officer. The grey-haired officer turned his attention to Luke who wasn't exactly inconspicuous with all the blood on his face and shirt.

"Should I just get in the back of the car, officer?", Luke said with a smile.

"If you wouldn't mind. I'm not gonna end up like one of them am I?", the officer replied with a small grin across his face.

Luke stood up and walked out with officer. The brisk night air stung the newly acquired cuts on his face and the blood dripping down his face wasn't helping either. The officer handed him a rag and opened the back door motioning for him to enter the backseat. As soon as he was in the officer shut the door, leaving Luke in the darkness.

Meghan Castellano was freezing in Six's office, since all she wore under her dri fit shirt and shorts was lingerie that was supposed to be being torn off her by her girlfriend right now. In the chair next to her sat Shuhrat, who smelled like perfume and sweat. He looked about as annoyed as Meghan. Behind them stood Mike Baker, clad in a shirt and jeans and looked as clueless as them.

"Are we in trouble Six?", Shuhrat asked meekly

"You can wait until Specialist Evans arrives for the situation. I only want to explain it once. Hopefully she can unfuck this whole situation.", Six said, her tone indicating that she was more than pissed.

Moira Evans came through the door with an MPS hoodie covering her bald head. She looked nervous as Six met her eyes with a cold fury behind her gaze.

"Good now that all 4 of us are here, I will explain what happened. I got a phone call from Specialist Hernandez this morning, of course, it wasn't his number. It was the county jail's phone." Six said coldly.

She then turned of her monitors around, showing a still image of a bar's CCTV. Luke was easily identifiable by his stature. Six clicked play and the operators watched the events fold out in front of them. Kid runs in. Guys run in. One tries to grab the kid. Some words. Mother of all brawls. Meghan couldn't lie to herself, it was one of the most entertaining fights she'd seen in a while. When the first police officer stepped in Six paused the footage.

"The bartender and the kid both testified that Hernandez was acting in defense of the young man. Thing is they want to still press charges on disturbing the peace. Evans I'd like you to see if you could get a professional courtesy on disturbing the peace charge. Baker, Castellano, and Shuhrat, due to the fact that your his direct chain of command and assigned mentor, respectively, you will use part of your pay to post his bail. You are dismissed.", Six explained.

They all began moving out the door. However as Castellano was about exit, Six stopped her.

"Make sure he comes and sees me as soon as he's here."

Meghan nodded and followed the others down the hall and out the door. Mike's SUV was the only one that could fit them all. They drove in silence for about 10 minutes, none willing to break the uneasy silence. Then with a wide smile Shuhrat leaned forward between Moira and Mike.

"You have to admit, was good fight"

Mike shook his head and grinned, "That it was. Moira how much is the average DtP bail?"

"Maybe 2000 USD at most", she responded

2000 dollars wasn't pocket change but it wasn't all that expensive either. Split 3 ways it wouldn't hurt them all that much. Plus Meghan knew Luke paid his debts, guy was usually overflowing with cash when she knew him.

After another 20 minutes they arrived at the Hereford County Jail. They got out and climbed the concrete steps to the door. The night receptionist was a little tired but he welcomed them and asked their business.

"We need to see a Luke Hernandez and this woman needs to see you superior" she said pointing at Moira.

"Oh, Mr. Hernandez is free to go, we dropped the charges because the CCTV footage showed the gang was clearly at fault", the receptionist replied.

"What?", asked Meghan, completely bewildered.

"It's true. He's in interview room 4. You'll have to get him cause the intercom isn't working right now.", he said pointing down a hallway lined with one way glass windows.

The group made their way past detectives screaming at suspects and cops questioning gang members to room 4. They stood outside for a moment and observed the happenings. Inside, Luke sat giggling with two other officers. His face was criss crossed with bandages and his left eye was nearly swollen shut. However, what was more noticeable was how drunk he was, his eyes were glazed over and his normally stoic personality replaced with a loud, rambunctious, and giggly one. The officers had given him a coffee to try to sober him up but that much alcohol would take a while to wear off.

Meghan stepped in first followed by Shuhrat. Mike and Moira elected to stay outside. Both cops turned and nodded.

"Your mate right here blew a .28 on the breathalyzer. I'm amazed he can walk normally.", one said as they left the room.

Luke was just now processing his comrades arrival.

"Hey guys, apparently I got in trouble. And my face kinda hurts", he said rubbing his cheeks.

"Come on soldier we are leaving" Shuhrat said helping him stand up.

Although a little wobbly, Luke walked out on his own, saying goodbye to the receptionist on the way out. They got in the car and Mike turned on the engine.

"He can't go to Six like this. He wouldn't even remember the damn conversation", Mike said as Luke sprawled out in the back seat, laughing at his own joke he'd said under his breath.

"You're right but it's Six's orders. I'm not gonna go against that woman.", Meghan replied

They continued on to Hereford with light discussion about Luke's consequences and the occasional drunken outburst from him. At worst he might get hard duty or reduction in pay, but Six needed his trauma skills and he'd proven himself up until this slip up. It wasn't like they were all perfect. Mike had been in his fair share of bar fights, but he didn't get caught.

They arrived back at Hereford and were met by Kateb in the parking lot. He stepped up to the window and looked at Meghan.

"How bad?"

"So drunk he thinks he is funny"

Kateb nodded and pulled out an IV bag and a thick syringe. Meghan knew an IV would help but what was the needle for?

"You're about to watch magic. Zofran, liquid ibuprofen, and a little bit of Narcan", Kateb said as he pushed the needle into the prone American's arm before placing the IV in the other.

Luke stood up, out of the car and by the time they were outside of Six's office he was almost normal, granted his skull felt like it was on fire. They all stepped in and Mike shut the door behind them.

"Take a seat, Hernandez.", Six ordered. What followed was 30 minutes of yelling and cursing, all of which flew over Luke's head. He was honestly having trouble remembering what day it was, let alone why he was getting screamed at. Finally, Six calmed down enough and sat back down.

"Considering what happened, I'm not going to take any serious measures. However, we cannot have operators beating people down in bars like a vigilante. I'm putting you on dry status for a month, extra admin duty for two weeks, and most importantly I'm sending you to speak with Harry about why you blew a .28", Six explained.

Luke nodded, absolutely clueless as to what just happened, and was dismissed by Six alongside the rest. Shuhrat and Mike helped him to his room and by the time he hit his bed he was asleep.