Officer Grimm stood subconsciously at the position of attention as he looked into the hard and unforgiving eyes of Captain Walker. When he had gotten back to the police station he was immediately called up to Walker's office all the officers in evolved in the shooting of the suspects were. When he walked into the office Walker didn't offer him a seat as he saw Walker wasn't the only one there. Two officers of internal affairs were there as well but worst of all she was there, the chief of police. She sat at Walker's desk while he stood next to her, her bright eyes even harder and more unyielding then his. Sitting on the desk in front of her with the microphone pointed at Grimm was a recording device.

"Now Officer Grimm," She said as she leaned forward to start recording before she leaned back in her chair. "Please convey the events of May 17th that involved the shooting and death of three robbery and murder suspects. For the record please state your full name and position."

"Officer Adam R. Grimm," Grimm said slowly and clearly as he moved his hands behind his back interlacing his fingers at the same time spreading his legs shoulder width apart. "Canine patrolmen and member of the Tactual Response Unit also known as TRU."

"Officer Grimm," The chief said. "Please explain the events of the shooting on the 11th street bridge."

"Yes ma'am," Grimm said with a curt nod. "I received the call for back up and assistance with the fleeing 211 suspects."

"For the record what is a 211 officer?" She asked.

"A 211 is the code for armored robbery," Grimm explained still speaking clearly and slowly. "I received the report that all members of TRU were to stage at the 11th street bridge. Upon arriving at the scene I saw that other officers had from a roadblock with their cursers. I positioned my own curser to complement the roadblock. At which time I proceed to get out of my vehicle and retrieve my gear from the trunk of my curser."

"What gear was that officer?" She asked. "For the record." Grimm sighed and rolled his eyes but on the inside on the outside he was unchanged his previous job giving him excellent control over his emotions.

"I retrieved my medium ballistic vest," Grimm explained. "With internal ceramic ballistic plates and external combat webbing. Along with my Kevlar ballistic helmet and managed to get them both on. The last item I retrieved was my semi-automatic rifle 5.56 millimeter."

"Are those items standard issue for all officers?" She asked. Grimm was starting to become impaction at her questions as she seemed determined to drag this out.

"No they are not," Grimm said working very hard to keep the sigh out of his voice.

"Could you explain, for the record, why you had these not standard issued items?" She asked her voice smooth as if she could somehow sense she was irritated him.

"I was issued these items due to my position in TRU," Grimm explained.

"For the record could you explain what the Tactual Response Unit, or TRU as you call it, is?" She asked staring right into his eyes.

"It is a unit made up of 20 handpicked officers," Grimm explained. "We receive specialized training, equipment and weapons. We were formed to deal with extremely volatile, violent and hostile situations. To respond with the right amount of force to situations other officers may not be able to safely deal with."

"Officer you mentioned you received specialized training," She said still staring at him as if she could see his soul and was judging him by it. "For the record could you please explain what you meant by that."

"We received training in crowd control," Grimm explained as he flicked his eyes over to Walker and then to the internal affairs officers still getting cold stares but none as cold as hers. "Urban pacification, weapon drills, close quarters combat, search and seizure, hostage recovery as well as-"

"Is it safe to assume that weapon's marksmanship is part of that training?" She asked interrupting Grimm.

"Yes it is," Grimm said as he stared into her unyielding eyes.

"That your training also focus on remaining calm and accurate under purser?" She asked her eyes seemed to never blink. "To return fire while under fire?"

"Yes it was," Grimm said not being able to stare into her eyes any longer.

"For the record could it be safe to say that the training you received as an MP before you became a patrolmen complemented your training as part of the Tactual Response Unit or TRU?" She asked.

"It couldn't have hurt," Grimm said not liking where this line of questions was taking them.

"I bring this up Officer Grimm," She said as if she could read his thoughts. "For in one of the suspects, the driver in fact, there were ten gunshot wounds found in his chest. The tightness and placement of the grouping suggests someone of level headedness and high accuracy. The suspect died of these wounds. Ballistic examined the suspect's wounds and bullet holes in the vehicle's windshield and found they came from a high powered rifle of 5.56 caliber. You were the only officer on sense to be armed with such a weapon correct?"

"That is correct," Grimm said his heart starting to beat quickly. Eris who was still inside her Pokéball could feel Grimm anxiety and this upset her. To know that her master was worried and upset made her upset as she wanted to jump out and protect him but she couldn't.

"For the record would you care to explain the events that lead to you firing at and hitting a suspect 10 times in the chest?" She asked her stare becoming even colder. "Start with after your arrival to the scene and the retrieval of your gear from the trunk of your curser."

"I was in position behind my own curser along with the other officers on scene," Grimm explained. "I heard the engine of the suspect's vehicle and made visual contact soon after. I then verified that it was the suspect's vehicle by confirming the lenses plate number." This was a lie he hadn't been able to read the plate number till after the shooting took place. "As the suspect vehicle approached our roadblock the driver made no effort to slow or stop. At the same time two passengers one in the front and one in the rear stuck out objects of their windows. With my specialized training I recognized the objects as firearms. I had time to duck behind my curser and warn the officers of the danger. Myself and the other officers started to receive automatic weapons fire from the direction of the suspect's vehicle. During this time of incoming fire one of the officers was wounded. Did Ballistics examine the wound in officer's leg as well and the wounds in the ones wounded at the Pokémon Center?"

"They did," She admitted.

"What did they find?" Grimm asked. "For the record." He added managing to keep the smirk off his face.

"That all the wounds were caused by a 45 caliber weapon," She explained with just a hint of a smile on her lips for less than half a second. "Which were directly matched to the suspect's weapons."

"Including the two officers that were killed in the line of duty?" Grimm asked feeling a little empowered as he was the one asking the questions now.

"Yes officer," She admitted that slightest of smiles staying for a full half of a second. "However this panel of inquiry is not about the death of those two officers. Now please continue your report...for the record." She added the last part with that smile.

"Shortly after the officer was wounded," Grimm explained as he recounted the events. "The incoming fire stopped, I do not know if it was due to the suspect's weapons being out of ammunition or malfunctions. After the fire stopped I returned to a crouching position behind my curser and could see the suspect's vehicle had gotten closer and still the driver made no effort to slow or stop and was coming right at us. Having just fired upon us and wounded an officer and seeing they had not intent of stopping. I reasoned they were going to try and run right through us possibly injuring or killing more officers. Upon reaching that conclusion I fired at the driver going to lethal force for they had responded with lethal force and I was answering in kind. I fired at the driver in an attempt to stop the vehicle. I did not fire at the engine block for I feared the rounds would not penetrate the engine block and stop the vehicle before it reached our position."

"And stop the vehicle you did," She said looking down at the written report. "Your actions caused the vehicle to slam into the concrete guard rail. Where the front passenger was ejected from the vehicle and was killed due to massive blunt force trauma. Please, for the record, describe what happened next." Grimm was starting to really hate that phase: for the record.

"The third suspect in the rear driver side of the vehicle got out," Grimm explained. "In his right hand was a firearm. He moved away from the wreck to the middle of the bridge. He seemed to be dazed and confused. We identified ourselves as police officers and ordered him to drop his weapon. At which time the suspect turned to face us and at which time we again ordered him to drop his weapon. He then raised his weapon and aim it at us, we fired at him in order to defend ourselves."

"Yes," She said consulting her file again. "Rounds of 9 millimeter and 12 gauge buck shot were found in the suspect. However a grouping of tightly placed rounds were found in the center of the suspect's chest. These rounds were of 5.56 caliber."

"The suspects responded with force and I answered in kind," Grimm explained looking her in the eye again. "I myself fired three rounds at the suspect on the bridge and ten at the driver a total of 13 rounds. The suspects fired how many rounds?" She didn't say anything but remained silent however that smile returned for a full second this time.

"Officer Adam R. Grimm," She said speaking slowly and clearly. "It is the finding of this panel of inquiry that you acted in accordance with escalation of force procedures. Upon this finding it is found that Officer Adam R. Grimm acted in self defense for himself and fellow officers. Officer Adam R. Grimm is no longer under investigation for his actions and part of the shooting that took place on the 17th of May." She reached up and turned the recorder off.

"Thank you ma'am," Grimm said his heart returning to normal. "Am I free to go?" He asked hoping he was that way he could drop Eris off at the kennel, change and go home for his shift had already ended.

"In a moment," She said her tone light and cheerful. She wore a kind smile as if a switch was flipped when she had turned the recorder off. "I have heard interesting things about you and your new partner. How you two found the large amount of illegal substance and missing child on your first day. How are you two getting along?"

"Just fine ma'am," Grimm said not knowing if that was a lie or not.

"Good," She said with a smile as she stood up and walked out from behind the desk. "Keep up the good work." She said as she extended her hand. "I expect great things from you two." She explained as Grimm shook her hand.

"Of course ma'am," Grimm said as he finished shaking her hand.

"You are dismissed officer," She said as she sat back behind Walker's desk. "Please send in officer Jacobs when you leave." Grimm didn't say anything as he turned to leave all to happy to leave the office. Once he stepped outside he saw the rest of the officers that had fired at the suspects, all expected the injured, one standing outside waiting.

"Jacobs you're up," Grimm said hooking a thumb over his shoulder pointing at the door. The older officer the one that had been armed with the shotgun nodded his head and he started to make his way over to the door. "Hey." Grimm said placing a hand on his chest causing him to stop and look at Grimm. "They don't want to rake anyone over the coals. Just make it seem like they're trying." Jacobs didn't say anything as he nodded his head before he walked into the office. Grimm walked over to the locker room and quickly found his locker. He opened it as he started to undress starting with his equipment belt taking his pistol from the holster the handcuffs and Eris's Pokéball off and setting them on a bench. He then hung up the belt on a hook inside the locker before he started to unbutton his uniform shirt.

After his uniform, to include his Kevlar vest was hanging neatly in his locker and he wore jeans and a t-shirt he shut and locked it. He then picked up his pistol and placed it into his holster that unlike his uniform sat in the small of his back and under his shirt as to conceal it. He then placed the handcuffs into a pouch on his belt next to his right hip. He picked up his backpack that he had thrown his book on Pokémon into and looped one of the straps around his right shoulder. The last thing he did was place his badge on to his belt near the front before he pulled his shirt over everything to conceal it. To Grimm there was no such thing as off duty, he was always a cop just in uniform or out of uniform. Now granted he wouldn't respond to calls or go on patrol while not in uniform, but if he saw something major going on he would resolve it. The last thing he did was pick up Eris's Pokéball before walking out of the locker room.

"Hey buddy," Grimm said as he walked up the officer at the front desk. "Where's the kennel?" The officer looked confused.

"Kennel?" He asked.

"Yeah," Grimm said growing impatient having just had to explain himself in front of a panel. "I'm part of the canine unit so where can I take my...partner?" Grimm asked him sighing on the last word.

"Oh," The other officer said as the finally understood. "No the kennel on sight is for Pokémon in training only. Once the Pokémon has been issued to an officer it is their responsibility the care and feeding. That's a reason they started going to Pokémon canines. Your are allotted an extra amount in your pay which is for their care."

"So I have to take her home with me?" Grimm asked becoming upset. This was quickly turning out to be the second worst day of his life the first being the night that caused him to truly hate Pokémon.

"You've got it now buddy," The officer said turning back to his magazine.

"Fucking great," Grimm muttered as he walked towards the front door. "Thanks." He said sarcastically to the officer as he walked out with a wave. As he walked down the street that was usually crowded with young trainers due to the approaching tournament. Most had their Pokémon out and were walking with them. This only put Grimm into a fouler mood then he was already in after he found out Eris was going to be living with him. He was still grumbling and lost in thought he didn't notice the teenager that was eyeing him and the Pokéball he still held in his right hand.

"Hey!" The teenager called after Grimm and hurried to caught up with him. "Hey wait up man." He said walking beside him. Grimm casted a sideways glance at the young man as he walked beside him.

"What?" Grimm grunted.

"You wanna battle?" The teenager asked hopefully his eyes seeming to gleam.

"Huh?" Grimm said confused.

"Do you want to battle Pokémon?" He asked pointing at the Pokéball in his hand.

"Oh," Grimm said in understanding. "No. I'm not a trainer." He explained shrinking the Pokéball down and placing it in his pocket.

"What?" The kid asked confused. "Oh I get it...you're just scared. Afraid a kid will beat your ass."

"I'm not a trainer," Grimm explained his voice strained to keep from shouting. "Now get loss."

"Come on chicken," The kid mocked as he started to cluck.

"Listen!" Grimm shouted as he threw out his arm in front of the kid his palm hitting the side of a building. At the same time he turned his body so he was squared with the kid as he was forced to turn to face Grimm to keep from getting hit by Grimm. He had pinned the kid to the side of the building without actually touching him, for if he did it could be considered assault, trapping the kid with his arm and body. "I am not a god damn trainer. I am a cop." He explained using his free hand to lift the bottom of his shirt up so he could see his badge to prove it. "Now get out of here before I arrest you for harassment of a police officer." Grimm growled jerking his head in a random direction. He then removed his arm to allow the teenager to slip away. Which he quickly did walking away from Grimm quickly only glancing over his shoulder once. Once he was gone Grimm started walk at a determined march that he kept up till he was back in his apartment.

Once inside he slammed the door shut before he threw his bag onto his worn couch. Taking the Pokéball out of his pocket he set it on his small table that was inside of his kitchen. Still pissed off he stormed to his bathroom where he took a shower before he change into shorts and a gray t-shirt. Feeling a little better he walked back into his living room/kitchen where he saw Eris's Pokéball sitting on the table. With a sigh he walked over to his backpack, opened it up and took out his recently bought book. He opened it as he plopped down onto his couch the springs squeaking in protest. Grimm started to flip through the pages till he found what he was looking for: Pokéball. He then started to trail down the page using his finger to keep his place till he reached the subcategory he wanted: confinement. He started to read the paragraph quickly.

Although Pokéballs are built to house Pokémon for extremely long periods of time. It is a general conscience that it is best to keep Pokémon in their Pokéballs only as long as necessary. That way they do not come to recent or fear their Pokéball when it becomes necessary to confine them again. Your Pokémon coming to fear their Pokéball can be increased by using it as a form of punishment. Confining your Pokémon to their Pokéballs when they misbehave is an effective method but it should be used with care. As it greatly increases the chances for them to fear their Pokéball. This leading to them unwilling and even fighting to be placed inside once the time becomes necessary to do so.

Grimm sighed after he read the book as he looked at Eris's Pokéball sitting on the table. He then turned back to his book and quickly flipped through it till he found the Hs and then Houndoom.

Houndoom: Type: Dark, Fire. Houndooms are fiercely loyal Pokémon once they bound with their trainer. However before they do they can be temperamental especially if captured while a Houndoom and not a Houndour *see Houndour page 76*. It is best to train a Houndoom separately of other Pokémon. Once a Houndoom bounds with their trainer it is best to then start to integrate them to the rest of their team. When training a trainer should be extremely carefully as a Houndoom's fire is produced by bacteria in its stomach. This being the case it gives it fire a foul smell and the burns it causes will never completely heal and leave a lasting pain. Their howl is also known to be feared by Pokémon and human a like their howl able to drive Pokémon back to their nests. These facts and their appearance leave most people to believe that Houndooms work and can communicate with the grim reaper.

He lowered the book and turned to looked at the Pokéball again. 'Breaths fire and call talk to the reaper,' Grimm thought the irony about his last name was not lost on him. 'You might turn out to be alright.' Setting the book down but so not to lose his place he walked over to the table and picked up the Pokéball. He pressed the button causing the flash of light and then there she was sitting in her statue like stance on his kitchen floor.

"Alright," Grimm said sternly pointing down at her with a knife hand. "The ground rules. You will not bark, growl, howl, whine or breathe fire while inside of here. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Good. Now you are not allowed on any furniture. Also if you need to go to the bathroom just let me know by standing by the door do you understand that?" She nodded again. "Alright." Grimm said placing his hands on his hips. "So do you have to go." She nodded that she did but before Grimm could do anything she turned around and started walking down the short hallway passing his bedroom. "Hey where you going?" He demanded. She didn't say anything wanting to impress her master. She found the partially closed bathroom door and nudged it open with her nose. A moment later her claws were scraping against the tiled floor.

"Hey get back here," Grimm ordered as he stood in the hallway watching her disappear into his bathroom. "What are you doing?" He demanded as he slowly started to walk down the hallway. At the same time his hand going to the small off his back his fingers loosely closing around his pistol's grip. Partner or not he still didn't trust Pokémon. He stopped so he was just in front of the bathroom door that had swung partially shut again on its own. He pressed his right shoulder to the wall as his hand tighten around his pistol. "What are you doing in there?" He demanded. That was when he heard the sound, the sound of liquid being poured into a pool of liquid. Then the unmistakable sound of a toilet being flushed followed quickly by a muted thud as something jumped from a short height and landed on the floor.

The next thing he saw was Eris squeezing in-between the door and the frame. She walked out and sat on her haunches as she looked up at him. She seemed to smile as she opened her mouth to have her tongue hang out for a second before she closed it again. Grimm let out the breath he had been holding as he removed the hand from his pistol. He let his hands dangle at his sides as he stared at first Eris and then turned his head to peek into the bathroom. He quickly put the pieces together as he looked back to Eris.

"Did you just?..." He asked. She only nodded seeming even more pleased with herself. "Ok." He said walking closer to her. "I'm impressed." He admitted as he patted the top of her head, two simple taps careful of her horns. "Let's get you something to eat." He said forcing a smile not wanting her to know he was mad at her, well not directly at her. He turned and started to walk towards the kitchen again with her trotting behind happy to have made a good impression on her master. "Now I left your food in my curser." Grimm explained as he walked into the small kitchen and up to the refrigerator and pulled it open. "But I'm sure I can find something to your liking." He ducked to looked inside the frige filled with mostly take out boxes and pizza boxes the menu of a bachelor. Grimm pulled out a styrofoam box and opened it, it contained his leftovers from a bar-b-q restaurant three nights ago. Inside was a small portion of mashed potatoes, baked beans and pulled pork.

"This should be good enough for you," He said as he placed the opened box on the floor. "It was good enough for me anyway." She looked at the food that only humans had eaten a little unsure. "It's alright." Grimm reassured. "Eat." At the command she walked over to the box of food and started to eat slowly and neatly. He smiled as he thought she had better table manners then he did. Thinking she would be distracted for a while he thought now would be a good time to fiddle with his hobby. Grimm retreated to his room leaving her to finish her meal by herself. He took a seat at his small desk that was tucked away in a corner opposite of his closet. He turned on his computer as he took out a rather thick file from a locked desk drawer. Once his computer was booted up he logged onto the police criminal data base, him being a police officer giving him accesses. After he logged in he started his search. He went region wide to cover a much wider area.

Missing Pokémon trainer, male, missing for a minimum of 24 hours. He pressed search and a total 54 trainers for the entire region came up missing. They were missing as little as a day up to three months and that was just the males. Grimm sighed at the number knowing that at least some of them were already dead he had to narrow down the results. He added to his search. Trainer suspected or convicted of Pokémon abuse or sexual assault. This time 13 trainers came up. He brought up each of their files before he added one last refinement to his search. Foul play suspected in trainer's disappearance. Now this has been where he had been turning up empty when he had started this investigation a year ago. Although it was possible that not all the facts were known in a trainer's disappearance he could only go with what was known at the time. This night however one trainer's name remained. Grimm's heart started to beat quickly as he clicked on the name bringing up his case file. He started to read it quickly.

Name: Reed, John, T. Age: 17 Gender: Male Pokémon License Number:064AFG6410 Missing since: 16th May Investigating Officer: Officer Williams.

Person was reported missing after another trainer *name withheld for legal reasons* found his camp sight abounded. Units were on scene within 15 minutes. First responding units found the campsite to indicate a sign of a struggle. F.R.U.s called for back up and started search and could find nothing but Pokémon tracks less than 300 feet from the campsite. *Note: Pokémon tracked matched to be a Blaziken which is not native to the region. This suggests that another trainer might have been nearby and is wanted for questing.* The search was called off after fours hours and a missing persons report was filled with the parents having been notified with the missing person still being a minor. *Note: The person's belonging to include their Pokémon was left behind leading investigating officer to think robbery was not the motive.*

Grimm's heart started to really pound when he read that Blazikentracks had been found near the campsite. He was so engrossed in the report he didn't notice Eris as she walked into the room and sat watching Grimm as he sat at his computer. He clicked on a report that had been filed against Reed before he had gone missing.

Name: Reed, John, T. Age: 16 Gender: Male Pokémon License Number:064AFG6410 Suspect accused of: Pokémon sexual assault Investigating Officer: Officer Thomas.

Trainer has been accused of sexually assaulting the Pokémon under his care. Complaint filed by * name withheld for legal reasons* Investigating officer made contact and suspect was taken down to the police station for questioning. Suspect was very corporative in answering questions. No evidence to support allocations made was found and everything was hear say against suspect. Suspect was released an hour after being brought in. *Note: The suspects entire team of Pokémon were female Pokémon. The suspect only has two badges despite having been a trainer since 10 years of age and it was determined through questioning that suspect didn't care about the league challenge and only battled to earn enough money. This led the investigating officer to believe the suspect had a different motive for training Pokémon but could not be proven.*

Grimm printed off the reports and added them to his file since he was a perfect target from them. He looked at his file and at the last report of a male trainer also suspected for molesting his Pokémon that had gone missing with foul play being suspected. He was missing for two years right before Grimm had been assaulted and it matched their MO perfectly. After they had assaulted him he had made it his mission to find them and bring them to justice. They had been easy to track early on they were sloppy but what had sacred him was that they got better as they went along. Then after they had assaulted him they stopped for nearly two years.

"And it would appear they have started again," Grimm muttered to himself as he closed the file. He looked at his computer to see that Reed had gone mission over 100 miles from his city well out of his jurisdiction. He turned his computer off and turned to see Eris laying on the floor of his room head on her front paws eyes almost closed. "Tired?" He asked as he stood up and stretched his stiff back. She only yawned in response as she looked up at him the end of her tail moving happily. He looked at his watch it was 10:23 he had been reading reports for over three hours. "Well let's get to bed." She stood up then as she looked at him expectedly looking at his small bed. He then walked out of the room and into the kitchen where he filled a bowl with water. She followed him as he walked into the bathroom as he set the bowl on the bathroom floor. "Alright this is where you'll sleep." He explained as she walked into the bathroom and sat in the middle of the floor. "Have a goodnight." He said after the shut the door to keep her locked in.

She was a little taken back by this and confused. He feed her nice food but then locked her in a room to sleep? She was confused but she was also tired so she laid on the cold tiled floor resting her head on her paws again. 'Well at least he didn't but me in my ball,' She thought before she drifted off to sleep. Grimm meanwhile tucked himself under his blankets on his bed before he drifted off to sleep as well.