Soooooo sorry I've been away for so long. Holiday. Plus I kinda work on several different stories ar once and only update when inspiration hits. And apparently inspiration has been absent. But it's come back after reading my reviews! So nice! So, here we go. Jaime won't go to the team yet...Just be patient.

With love to my followers, Captain Coughdrop!

Jaime stared at her. Then he sniggered. Canary shrugged. Truthfully, she'd been worried he'd make the connection, 'Canary Black' as a play on 'Black Canary' wasn't all that subtle to be honest.

"But, Jaime, we're not here to talk about me," she said, smiling kindly. "We're here to talk about you. Like, why are you homeless?"

"Guess life dealt me the losing cards," Jaime shrugged.

"That's not a proper answer," argued Canary. Jaime glared at her.

"Why do you care?" He snapped. "It isn't any of your business!"

"Please, Jaime," Canary pleaded. "I'm just trying to help you."

"Well I don't want-or need-your help!"

"Jaime, please…" But Jaime ignored her. Instead he sat on his chair glaring at nothing in particular as Canary attempted to get him to talk by asking him questions, trying to play a game, trying to get him to draw, etcetera. Jaime didn't listen, instead deciding to strike up a conversation with the scarab. He honestly didn't care how crazy he seemed. It was not a concern.

Eventually, Canary gave up and left, and Officer Ramirez grabbed Jaime's shoulder none too gently and led him (dragged him) back to collect his stuff and leave. Out of the corner of his eye, Jaime saw Chief James and Canary having what looked like a very depressing little natter.

Tapping into a self-taught skill, Jaime began reading their lips.

Jaime just wouldn't let me in, Canary was saying, bowing her head. Chief James sighed.

I think he's depressed, he said. Did he talk to himself with you?

Yes, but it… Canary paused, seeing Jaime watching them as Ramirez went to do something and waved cheerfully. It seemed as if he was getting answers. I think he may have a mental illness.

Do you think he'll need treatment? Jaime shivered. No thank you.

I don't know… There were none of the other symptoms related to schizophrenia, just hearing voices.

How many do you think?

Hard to say. But I want to speak to him alone in his cell, please. He'll need a meal. And a medical checkup, I can do that. I'll probably give him his shots. He's vulnerable to all kinds of diseases out there alone.

Sure.

Jaime winced. The last time he'd had an injection was for his wrist. And it damn hurt. Whoever said 'it doesn't hurt, it's just a pinch' should be smacked senseless. Jaime would take a pinch over an injection any day. And a checkup? There was nothing wrong with him. Well, other than the psycho scarab on his back. A meal, well, that he could get along with.

"Hey, Jaime," said Chief out loud, walking toward him. "It's your favorite time of the day!"

"Home time?" Asked Jaime.

"No, lunch time!" Jaime just scowled.

After lunch, which Jaime also finished in record time, Canary left to get her syringes. Jaime was nervous. It wasn't that he was squeamish, but if humans were meant to have needles stuck in them, surely they'd have been created with needles in them. And besides, it was a kind of 'self-induced-but-enemy-inflicted-pain'. Jaime's most common type of pain.

He sighed, scowling at the floor as Canary turned. But he did glance up when he heard the footsteps of another following her. They were too light to be Ramirez or James, so it must be someone he hadn't met yet.

The more the merrier, as you humans say, put in the scarab. Though you could still blast them-

"No!" Muttered Jaime.

"No what?" Asked the new officer, who, now Jaime saw her, wasn't an officer. He shook his head, like 'doesn't matter'.

The new person was tall with caucasian skin and red hair, cut quite short. She had brown eyes and freckles. She wore a simple orange cardigan over a white top, with jeans. Jaime sighed. Another weirdo, come to make his life that bit more miserable. Yay.

"Hello," said the woman. "My name is Megan."

Yeah, I know. Similar ending to last chapter. But don't kill me! I'll update immediatly!

Wow... No Spanish in this one. New record.

Auf Weidersein (is that how you spell it? Damn, no iPod translate handy...)