A/N Hey guys. Long time no talk! Well, I haven't forgotten about this story. Turns out college is a lot busier than I thought it would be and writing like I used to just isn't feasible. I have vowed to finish this story and finish I shall.

Recap: Raph got some sight back from his surgery performed by Kevin. In bright enough light he can now see large objects in shades of grey. He is still legally blind. Raph became buddies with Daredevil who is in Raph's part of town helping to clean up crime. Mikey is out in North Hampton looking for Cokey since she has been spotted by some of the towns people. Raph and Daredevil got in a fight where Daredevil got injured so Raph brought him home. Mikey found Cokey along with a stray dog, and Cokey has been discovered by a mother and her young daughter selling girl scout cookies.

On with the story!

"Casey got arrested. He is in the slammer."

Don's head shot up from where he was rummaging around for his topside clothes. "What! How did that happen?"

Raph shrugged. "I donno. He just called me and said he's in a bit of a mess. I suppose we should call April, and figure out a way to get him out of there. He is being held on charges for vigilantism." Don put a hand to his face as he let out a sigh.

"Raph that is more serious than it sounds. He can be charged for any number of things from assault with a deadly weapon to attempted murder. Once the street gangs hear about this they are going to be crawling out of the wood work to lay blame and say that Casey attacked them too just so that they can be rid of him when he gets life behind bars!" Don changed direction. Instead of putting on his topside clothes he moved to his computer and started typing. His thick fingers flew over the keyboard with surprising precision as he pulled up a number of files. "This is bad. We have to do something for him quick or else he is going to spend some quality time learning how to play Pea knuckle with all the scum he helped put in prison."

Casey sat with his head pressed against the cool steal table, his hands cuffed in front of him on his lap. His damaged shoulder had been stitched and bandaged, but he still wore the bloodied and torn shirt. He leaned back in the equally cold steal chair and placed his hands to his face before stretching them above his head, his eyes closed.

What did he do? He had gotten himself into some real trouble here. He had never been arrested before, at least not for his night job. Now Cobart was on the loose somewhere in town, and Casey was stuck here in this police station.

A lock clicked in the door behind him and Casey turned to see two police officers enter the room.

"Aw shit." He lowered his head to the table again on top of his folded arms. "This is gonna be bad."

"Damn straight Jones. You have got yourself into one hell of a pickle." The first officer said. He was as tall as he was round, slightly balding and obviously past his prime. The man still held an inner toughness despite letting himself go on the outside. He may have been past his days of active duty on the streets, but it was evident he still remembered those days of glory.

"The best thing you can do for yourself is just tell us the whole story." The second officer said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I don't have anything to say." Casey stared at the second officer, a much younger, harder fellah, though still new and naïve to the force as it appeared he did not know of Casey and his reputation.

"Look," The first officer moved to the wall with the two way mirror and leaned against it. "I understand what you are tryin to do Casey. We all knew and respected your dad, but you've taken it too far. Acting out a revenge plot for most of your adult life on crooks that probably had nothing to do with his death? Your dad protected this neighbor, but you are destroying it. You just can't get away with that Casey."

Casey sat up and looked the officer right in the eye. "This isn't about me man."

"Then why don't you tell me Casey. Tell me what all of this is about."

Casey sighed. "I can't. It's more complicated than I can even say, but you gotta let me outta here now Mick. If you don't some friends of mine are gonna die, and I can't let that happen."

Mick shook his head as he sat next to the now silent younger officer. "This isn't about unpaid parking tickets Casey. This is about attempted murder. I can't just snap my fingers and release you. You knew you had this coming."

"Mick. Don't you understand? I wasn't trying to break into the warehouse. I was trying to stop a robbery, and I know the guy doin the robbing. He wants my friends dead and I know I'm in here so that I can't do a damn thing about it."

"The best thing you can do for your friends right now is tell us everything and hope for the best."

"I can't!" Casey yelled as he stood up and slammed his fists against the table.

"Why not!" Mick demanded equally as loud.

"If I do, they die. If I don't, they die, but I ain't tellin you everythin I did cuz that's worse than letting um fend for themselves!"

The door swung open.

"Don't say another word Casey. As Casey's, lawyer I demand a minute alone with my client to discuss his situation."

Casey looked up as Mick also turned around to look at the blind lawyer.

"Who the Hell are you?" Casey asked.

"Matt Murdock, your legal counsel, and I advise you not to say another word until this kind gentlemen have left Mr. Jones."