"Paths that cross, cross again. Paths that cross, will cross again"-Patti Smith
Joss stared at the homeless man in front of her she was trying to control her attitude but the man was pissing her off. Although his lips weren't smiling that twinkle in his eyes let her know that he wasn't taking her seriously. If fact if she had to beat on it he was laughing at her on the inside.
Fine is he wanted to play games then she'd let him know that she wasn't backing down. She purposely grabbed his cup of water and let him know without saying a word that she was about to run his prints.
As she waited for the prints to come up she thought back to the security video that showed the homeless man fighting the punks hassling him on the subway. Although she didn't condone what the mad did she wouldn't deny that she wasn't impressed. Those kids were luck to be alive right now, she was almost positive that the homeless man was using fighting styles that were taught by the Special Forces.
As soon as the results came back on the man's prints Joss rushed back to the interrogation room, only to discover the man gone. After she found out his lawyers came and got him she rushed out of the precinct to see if she could stop them. But as she stood on the precinct steps she and looked up and down the block she realized she was too late.
She couldn't believe the uniforms let him walk out of the precinct with his lawyers, what homeless man has 'lawyers'. Joss pinched the bridge of her nose, sometimes she felt like she was the only cop in New York with a functioning brain.
As Joss walked back into the precinct her gut was telling her that she'd being seeing her mysterious homeless man again.