6 Patching Pieces

Westly's eyes raced back and forth, finding some way to lose the men behind them. The two had run into the maze of steel crates with barely any source of light to discern what direction they were taking. The frigid air piercing their lungs as they ran, zig-zagging through the docks. They had managed to lose a few of the men, but they were still a few persistently on their tail. The two came to a fork in the road. A line of factories to the left end of the fork caught Westly's eye. They couldn't keep running all night. Westly glanced back to see Jian scoping out the same line of factories as he was, the knife still embedded into his left deltoid. The two suddenly catching each other's eyes. The adrenaline slowly seeping away as their eyes followed down their arm to see that they were still holding hands. At the realization, Jian immediately ripped his hand out of Westly's and he looked away from the other. A small frown unconsciously formed on the officer's lips.

"They're this way!" The sound of footsteps from the guards grew louder as they approached them. Jian immediately tugged at Westly's arms towards the direction of the factories.

The two rattled on the door of the first factory they approached, thinking that they could at least hide in one of them. The steel door merely rattled at their attempts, locked up tight for the night. Jian let out a small curse as he kicked the door one more time in his last attempt to break-in. With no such luck and the Yamadachi men still hot on their tail, they ran to the edge of the dock. The thought crossed their mind that they could jump into the dark depths, but how far could they swim out before getting hypothermia. Not to mention Jian had a knife in his arm.

"Fuck, where did they go!?" Jian pulled Westly behind the factory, crouching down and pressing Westly against the brick dusty walls, at the sound of the guard's growl.

"They couldn't have gone far. Search the area!" One of the other men shouted, the guards dispersing.

Jian didn't move an inch, keeping his breathing as steady as possible to avoid detection. Unbeknownst to him, the man under him looked like a deer in the headlights. The pup's heart running a mile a minute at the sudden closeness of Jian's body. The man practically pressing himself on top of him. Jian still preoccupied with the guards' movements, did not notice the existential crisis going on below him.

One of the guards began approaching the edge of the dock, causing Jian to push himself further against the wall, sandwiching Westly. The two men using the shadows to their advantage. Jian's eyes carefully followed the guard's movements, he adjusted his body to a position that if needed to could easily race to the guard to incapacitate him before the guard could inform the others. The guard let out an annoyed grunt at his lack of findings before turning around to search another area. Both Westly and Jian released the air they held in their chest, their shoulders releasing the tension they stored. It was then that Jian glimpsed down and noticed how close the two were. How Westly's face was practically buried in his chest. The officer's doe eyes looking up to meet his. It was the mob boss's turn to start having an existential crisis. Jian's brow furrowed and his eyes looking everywhere except at Westly. Westly let out a small cough to grab Jian's attention, pointing upward to the windows that were above the two of them.

One of the panels of the factory window was busted open. Though it was small, it was just enough that they would be able to squeeze themselves through. Jian nodded in understanding. They could hide out here till daylight, get out of this godforsaken dock, then call for backup. Jian slowly got up from his crouching position. Going in head first, Jian let out a small grunt when his body hit the ground of the factory. Westly soon following suit also hitting the ground with a thud. The two exhausted, as the adrenaline had now completely dissipated, rested against the wall of the factory. Gazing about, the two realized that they had broken into a warehouse rather an a factory. The waft of coffee grounds was a pleasant change to the saltwater, sweat scented air.

Jian leaned his head back against the wall of the brick wall, catching his breath and running plans through his mind on how to get in contact with Yuelong. He knew that by now the right-hand man had figured something was wrong and was trying to look for him, but with his phone destroyed, that added another layer to the conundrum. There was also the issue of the police getting involved since lo and behold, Detective Le was with him. He was starting to form a headache just thinking about all the crap he had to deal with. The stinging pain from his arm was a good distraction to his current dilemma. The anesthesia from his fight-flight instincts wore off. Jian looked down at his left arm, seeing the knife still buried in his arm.

Westly looked over, seeing Jian eye the weapon still lodged in his deltoid. "Here let me-fucking hell!" Westly hissed as Jian nonchalantly yanked the weapon out of his arm, dropping the knife on the floor between them.

Jian scrunched his face in a twinge of pain at the action before looking down and assessing the damage. He had been through worse, but the wound itself was pretty deep. He would probably need stitches and there was a high risk that it could be infected since he was pretty sure that the Yamadachi group didn't put much effort in disinfecting their knives. The corner of Jian's mouth twitched, thinking how LeeAnn was going to patch all this up then kill him for being so reckless. Jian's thoughts were interrupted when felt Westly's presence suddenly come closer to him. Jian looked over to see the other observing his wound.

"This is going to need stitches or it's going to get infected." Westly noted, tugging at the fabric around the wound to get a better look.

"It's a problem for another time. Right now we need to-Hey!" Jian nearly jumped when Westly suddenly yanked Jian's jacket and dress shirt, revealing his wound. "Officer Le, if I didn't know better, I would consider this sexual harassment." That earned a glare from the puppy.

"Stay still." Westly commanded, rummaging through one the inner pockets of his coat. Jian raised a curious brow, interested in what exactly the puppy was doing that required him to basically try to strip him. Westly lit up when he managed to find what he was looking for.

"A sewing kit?" Jian stared at the small plastic container.

"Do you have a lighter on you?" Westly continued with his plan, ignoring the other's question. Jian rummaged through his jacket pocket and pants pocket, pulling out a small lighter that the Yamadachi's did not confiscate during their search. Westly took the lighter from Jian's hand, mumbling something to himself as he looked at all his supplies.

"Yah! What are you doing!?" Jian yanked his arm away when Westly suddenly decided to spit on his wound. Jian knew that the officer was strange, but he didn't think the other was completely deranged.

"I'm disinfecting it." Westly simply stated as if he didn't splash his DNA all over the other. The officer removed his jacket and patted the wound with his clean sleeve, giving it a glance over before moving on. Jian stared at the other's actions, still completely confused on how calm and strangely meticulous the other's actions were. It was highly out of character from the usual chaos. It left the mob boss both intrigued and confused.

Westly mumbled under his breath some inaudible line of words that Jian couldn't understand, opening his sewing kit to pull out the thinnest needle he had. He grabbed the lighter, lighting it with one hand and with the other ran the needle through the flame carefully. Once he deemed it enough, he carefully threaded the thread through the eye of the needle and sealing the string with a tight knot. Though it wasn't 100% sanitary, it was better to let the wound open and fester, especially if they were planning to spend the night in this factory. Westly shook the needle to remove as much heat as possible before gently grabbing Jian's arm, twisting it and adjusting it so that he could find the right angle to begin this operation.

"I'm going to stitch it up so hold this," Westly reported and handed Jian the lighter to provide a light source for him to properly operate. Westly's eyes looked up to meet the eyes of the mob boss who quietly watched him. "It's going to hurt a little bit since we don't have any anesthesia…then again, you did basically throw yourself against a wall to break a chair so you might just be a masochist towards pain." A small playful grin flashed on Westly's face. Jian rolled his eyes, tempted to flick the other on the forehead, but seeing as the other had a needle pointed at his arm he held back.

Jian's arm flinched at the sudden entry of the needle, his muscles tensed. His face scrunched together due to the mixture of pain from the stitching and the wound in addition to the overall soreness he felt. He watched as the other meticulously place every stitch, Westly's face focused on the task at hand. Jian would admit that the other's serious expression was quite an attractive rarity since he would usually see the officer either pout, frown, or upset. Sometimes all three at the same time.

"Do you always carry a sewing kit with you?" Jian's arm twitched once more as the needle once again penetrated his skin. Westly suddenly paused his actions at the questions. Jian cocked a brow seeing as the officer's brows scrunched together in contemplation. The mob boss thinking that his question was innocent enough.

"Its for...it's a precaution." Westly answered. This only piqued the mob boss's curiosity even further. The puppy was never this short with his answers. To be completely honest, Jian had expected a long-winded explanation.

"Well with how clumsy you are, I'm not completely surprised." Jian let out a hiss when Westly 'accidentally' pushed harder than needed.

"I've gotten used to keeping one around," Westly finished his line of stitching, making a tight knot with the line of thread. Jian couldn't help but question Westly's words. Was it normal that a police officer would constantly carry a sewing kit, not to mention know how to use it to stitch up wounds? It wasn't as if officers expected to need stitches constantly. Such things only became a precaution when these types of injuries happened frequently. "Thank you...for saving me. You didn't have to."

"It seems like I have a habit of doing things I don't have to do."

"Like making a deal with the Yamadachi's?"

"Jumping right into the fire, Detective Le?" Jian scoffed.

"It seems like I have a habit of doing so," A small smirk twitched on the corner of Westly's lips. "Did you get the information you were looking for?" Jian merely hummed at Westly's question, not that the cop expected the mob boss would divulge anything to him. "You didn't squirm around as much as I thought." Westly stated, cutting the line of thread with the discarded knife.

"I'm used to it." Jian rotated his shoulder a bit, before checking on the now stitched up the wound.

"Getting stabbed or getting stitched up?"

"One more so than the other. I'll let you guess which one." Jian grabbed his shirt, about to pull the garment back on when Westly suddenly stopped him.

"Wait! Your clothes are dirty so there is still a chance of it getting infected if you suddenly put it on…" Westly glanced down at his sleeve before grabbing the knife once more. He carefully removed the sleeve of Jian's shirt and then proceeded to cut his own sweater sleeve off. Westly gently began using his sleeve as gauze for the other. "From the way you speak about your brother, he didn't seem like the type to let you get hurt…"

"My brother yes… My 'father,'" Jian let out a snort, remembering the old man. Ruthless would be an understatement to describe Guoting Wang. The old man seeing everything and everyone as a pawn for the Ouroboros empire. If the pawn no longer had use, then it was simply disposed of. "He wasn't exactly the nurturing type."

Westly formed a tight line, thinking back on the information that he knew about former Ouroboros head, Guoting Wang. Murder, drug dealing, bribery, human trafficking, arms dealing. Nothing was beneath the man and no one dared to defy the man. The police had tried years to convict him, yet there would always be someone to take the blame for him. He wouldn't be surprised if the former gang leader treated his own sons like subordinates, sending them to deal with things no child should understand. A frown instantly formed on Westly's lips. He could relate to such an upbringing. Where the people who were supposed to care about you the most becoming the monsters that hurt you the most. Flashes of the past ran through Westly's mind. Empty alcohol bottles littering the floor, garbage bags filling their tiny living space, his mother-

"Your face is going to get stuck like that," Westly's eyes went wide when he suddenly felt a warm touch against his forehead. Jian, noticing the deep frown forming on the puppy's lips, gently pressed two fingers against the wrinkles that were forming between Westly's brows. "I'm used to that kind of lifestyle, dealing with the old man was no different."

"I'm sorry…" Jian raised a brow at Westly's sudden apology. "No one should be accustomed to that kind of lifestyle…"

"Not much of a choice when you're born into it…" Jian let out a sarcastic chuckle. Born only knowing that the world ran on the concept of 'survival of the fittest.' No matter what the consequences no matter what he had to do, he would do what needed to be done to survive. Life wasn't going to hand him anything on a silver platter.

"Then why go back into it…"

"I'm a gangster, scum of society, it shouldn't be a surprise that I would use this whole idea of breaking ties with illegal activity to dupe the police and-"

"If it were that simple then I could just arrest you on the spot," Westly scoffed, his eyes meeting Jian's. "Those drugs...there seems to be more to it than what the case file made it out to be. If we cooperated with each other maybe-"

"The case is closed, Detective Le," Jian's voice became cold. "You want to discover the truth? Okay. Do so, but don't drag me in your crusade," Jian eyes averted from Westly's. "You have your methods and I have mine."

"Jian, if your methods lead you to do something dangerous and illegal, I will have no choice, but to arrest you." Westly's voice calm and steady, but there was a hint of concern. A hope that Jian would not wander down that path. Jian snorted, turning his head in the opposite direction of the officer. "I don't want to arrest you…" Westly mumbled under his breath. Jian had saved him 2 years ago. The mobster could have left him in that burning warehouse to become roast chicken, but he didn't. A part of Westly felt indebted to the mobster. Felt that he didn't want the other to travel down a path of darkness alone. A path where Jian would have to trade his humanity.

"Where the fuck could they have gone!?" Jian's and Westly's attention were back on full alert when the sound of the guards echoed.

"We've searched the damn area!? Could they have jumped into the bay!?" One of the guards let out a frustrated growl, the group gathering after their search.

"Boss is going to murder us if we don't find them." Another let out a frustrated sigh.

"Check these warehouses and factories. They could be hiding inside." One of the guards ordered.

"But they're locked?"

"That doesn't mean that they couldn't somehow break into them," The guard rolled his eyes. "You have a gun, use it to break the lock, dumbass."

Jian and Westly looked at each other. This was not going to be good. The two now sitting ducks in this coffee warehouse with only a knife, one gun, and a sewing kit to protect them. They might as well stick an apple in their mouth and serve themselves on a platter for the Yamadachi's. The sound of a bullet against the lock of the warehouse rang throughout the room. Jian immediately grabbed the knife, squatting down just enough so that he was not in plain sight, but also in a position ready to attack. Westly held the gun close, finger on the trigger. The sound of footsteps entering the facility could be heard. From what the two could discern, there were only about three men, the rest probably scouting the other facilities. Escaping through the window again was too risky. Not only would the noise probably attract the guards, but it would also slow them down. A pair of footsteps grew louder as it approached the two hidden behind wooden crates of coffee grounds. From the corner of Jian's eye, he could see the tip of the guard's shoe, and he was about to take that opportunity to pounce before the guard noticed their presence when-

"This is the IPD, hands up where I can see them!" Westly's ears perked up to a familiar voice, the other shooting up from his crouching position. Jian lowered his weapon and slowly stood up himself. The mob boss took a quick glimpse outside to see flashes of red and blue against the factory window.

"Aiden!" Westly peeked out from their hiding spot, to see his fellow District 9 colleague. His other coworkers and fellow officers handcuffing the Yamadachi guards and taking them out of the warehouse.

"Damn Westly, you look like shit!" Aiden exclaimed, lowering his weapon since the situation was relatively under control. "Katsu wasn't joking when he said that you were kidnapped."

"He wouldn't be here would h-"

"Westly fucking Le!" A rage of pastel pink appeared behind Aiden.

"Fuck."

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"Aye Cap that hurts!" Westly hissed as Captain Dawson had a firm grip of the officer's ear while he was getting inspected by the EMT.

"So did you have fun on your little nonauthorized adventure, hmmmmm?" Captain frowned, only squishing the other's earlobe harder. Katsu and the rest of team 9 standing behind the Captain, either pitying Westly or shaking their heads in shame. "Ya know the only reason the higher-ups aren't after my and your ass right now is cause your dumb luck found one of the Yamadachi's drug warehouses."

"Your welcome?" Westly flashed an awkward grin.

"You little-"

"Maybe let him off this time, Cap. After all, we did manage to confiscate enough club drugs to make Ibiza look like a covenant." Katsu chimed in, Westly looking at the other with bright, thankful puppy eyes. The other returning it with a bone-chilling stare before running his thumb across his throat. Yep, Westly junior was in danger.

Captain loosened his grip on Westly's ear, rubbing his forehead in contemplation. "Fine, but Westly, you know damn well that you're dealing with all the paperwork for this." He let out an exasperated sigh. "God, I need an aspirin." He walked off to deal with the other officers and the arrested Yamadachi guards.

"Will do, Cap!" Westly cheered, praising the heavens that he was basically off the hook. Paperwork was paperwork. At least he didn't need to confront the brass or have internal affairs get involved, though he wouldn't be surprised if he got a visit from their department sometime soon.

"I owe you one." Westly smiled at Katsu as the EMT finished up patching up his wounds.

"You owe me more than one." Katsu scoffed. "You're lucky that I put a tracker on your ass."

"You what?"

"You're just lucky that I'm damn good at my job." Katsu smirked, purposely punching one of Westly's bruises.

"Did you guys find anything else besides the club drugs?" Westly stretched his shoulder muscles now that the tension from being in a life-death situation was no longer there.

"Nope, just the usual creepy shit. Ecstasy, LSD, Shrooms, the like." Katsu shrugged.

"And you didn't see anything else that resembled purple, circular tablets?" Westly's brows furrowed together. He knew that the Yamadachi's were getting more shipment of the mysterious purple drug, but Westly would have thought they would have at least some in storage?

"No, why?" Katsu raised a brow. Purple tablets? The computer analyst had an inkling of where Westly's line of questioning was hinting at, but that was a conversation for another time when the other wasn't almost kidnapped and beaten by some gangsters.

"It's nothing…" Westly let out an awkward chuckle. "I was just wondering…."

"Geez Westly, if you knew something big like a meeting with some of the biggest gangsters in the city was going to go down, why didn't you call for backup or let Captain know?" Scarlett sighed, shaking her head in disapproval.

"And to end up getting caught up with Jian too? What are the chances?" Zeke let out a whistle.

"Uh...there was just something that I had to- Hey!" Westly's attention was ripped away when he noticed that a man that Westly didn't recognize handcuff Jian. "Wait! Why are you arresting him!?" Westly rushed over, giving the man a once over. Couldn't they tell from Jian's injuries that the other had nothing to do with the Yamadachi group?

"Detective Le, I'm special agent Andrews from Interpol," The man flashed his badge, Westly inspecting the material and seeing that it was real. "We need to bring Mr. Wang in for questioning. The Yamadachi's have ties in both Japan and other countries in Asia for drug and human trafficking trade. As you stated, you were kidnapped while observing the Yamadachi's having a meeting with some of the other mob bosses in the city. With Mr. Wang's background, we need to further investigate his presence at the scene and his ties to the Yamadachi's." The agent was making sense and that made it all the harder for Westly to try to rebuttal him. It also didn't help that Jian wasn't even trying to fight for his innocence. Hell, the man looked like he was bored out of his mind as if his ass wasn't going to get hauled to the precinct. Westly was beginning to get annoyed with the other. Now was not the right time to have the facial expression of a brick.

"I understand what you're saying, but you have no evidence that Mr. Wang was having any sort of illicit conversations with the Yamadachi boss," Westly argued. True Jian was the leader of Ouroboros, a notorious mob, but that didn't mean that he himself had done anything illegal. Since Zhemin took over, Ouroboros hadn't participated in much illegal activity, though Westly would admit that their method of cutting ties with the underworld and keeping their territory clean weren't necessarily legal either. Jian appeared to follow the same suit of his predecessor, though his actions more elusive and harsher. "If anything, this is Team 9's case and we should be the one to bring him in if necessary."

"With all due respect Detective Le, your opinion may be skewed based on your connection with Mr. Wang." The agent raised an arrogant brow.

"What are you insinuating?" Westly began to fume. Was this agent accusing him of bending the law for Jian? No matter how much the officer didn't want to arrest the mob boss if the time came and Jian did commit a crime in front of him, Westly would arrest him on the spot.

"Nothing, it is just that you seem to have a tendency of ignoring the chain of command when it involves Mr. Wang and Ouroboros. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that you were just recently put on desk duty for your insubordination." A pompous grin spread on the agent's face when he saw the burning red on Westly's face, knowing fully well that the other could not refute.

Jian unconsciously side-eyed the agent. The mob boss didn't really care he was being brought in for questioning since it would only take a few minutes and phone calls for him to get out and as Westly had mentioned they only had assumptions to go on. Whatever accusations they were trying to pull it wouldn't stick. The mob boss was more annoyed that the agent was picking a fight with the pupper. It didn't sit right with him like that privilege should be for him and no one else.

"You-"

"Jian!" All eyes turned to see as a woman immediately exit a black Mercedes and run towards them. Her deep forest green eyes full of concern shone brightly against her perfectly smooth bronze skin. Her slim figure adorned in a high collar mint green long dress and a cream-colored shawl, accompanied with a pair of white heels. Her soft wavy honey copper hair bouncing as she ran over to them.

"I'm okay, Emmy." Jian's eyes softened and he flashed a woman a reassuring smile as she cupped his face gently. She inspected every wound and cut on Jian's face, her perfectly manicured nails gently hovering over every bruise. Westly's face scrunched for a moment, a ping of something ringing through his heart.

"You don't look okay, silly boy," Emmy let out a small chuckle, but Jian could tell that she was biting back tears of concern. Emmy was usually calm, rational and gentle, but at the same token, she also tended to bottle up her worries. These concerns pouring out more frequently since Zhemin's death. "Where are you taking him?" Emmy turned her attention to the agent who seemed to have short-circuited due to her beauty.

"Uh, we need to take him in for questioning, ma'am. It won't take very long, but we need to clear things up with, Mr. Wang." The agent managed to cough up an answer.

"You're not taking him anywhere," A man in a well-tailored Armani suit approached the group, looking roughly the same age as Westly. His jet black hair swept back in a nice side comb, and his sharp yet delicate dark eyes glared at the agent. "I'm Mr. Wang's lawyer, Jae Choi, and I don't believe my client has done anything to warrant questioning by your agency."

"As I mentioned to Detective Le, with Mr. Wang's background, we need to clear up some information on his coincidental sudden meet up with the Yamadachi group." The agent puffed out his chest, trying to stay strong and firm in front the lawyer whose presence felt like he was towering the other.

"Do you have evidence that my client and the boss of the Yamadachis were doing anything illegal? From my understanding, the drugs that your officers found in that warehouse all belonged to the Yamadachi's and that my client was kidnapped along with Detective Le is that correct?"

"We are investigating into th-"

"Let me stop you there agent. My client who may have met up with the Yamadachi's for purely legal business negotiations was also kidnapped with Detective Le and from what I can see clearly beaten by those gangsters. Like your detective, he is a victim of the Yamadachi's as well, yet your agency discriminates against him due to his background. In addition, your accusations are merely assumptions, a coincidence like you said," A cocky smirk appeared on the lawyer's face. "I would really love to see how Interpol would like to deal with a profiling complaint in addition to harassment of a victim," The agent's eyes went wide at the lawyer's argument, his teeth gritted together. "I'll have the keys to the handcuffs." The lawyer extended his hand, while the agent reluctantly conceded the keys.

"Smart mouth as always." Jian smirked, rubbing his wrist from the chaffing of the handcuffs.

"That's why you hired me right? To get you out of trouble." The lawyer flashed a cocky grin himself as he helped Jian release the other cuff.

Westly felt indigestion at the scene before him. The lawyer was way too physically close to Jian. Jian was way too kind and soft around that woman. And Jian was way too smiley and gentle with both of them in general. He looked like some damn emperor with all his concubines. Westly recognized both parties due to his thorough investigation into Jian- Ouroboros. Emmy Rose was acting CEO of Orion, Ouroboros's legal counterpart. Not much was known about her prior to Zhemin's death. A lady known in the elite class of society for her elegance, charm, and gentle nature, not someone you would expect to have associations with the mob. Westly had heard rumors that there was internal dispute about her becoming the CEO of Orion, but Jian personally squashed any opposition and threats. She was the outlier of the Ouroboros family, an outside brought into their world, yet Jian looked at her as if she was the world. Westly only assuming that phone call from yesterday night being from her.

And the lawyer? Jae Choi, Ouroboros's go-to legal consultant. Graduated top of his class at Harvard Law and became lead attorney within one of the biggest law firms in the country, Edgeworth & Co. Westly felt even worse about him. The two weren't on the best of terms to begin with, seeing that the lawyer would always threaten Westly with a restraining order. That arrogant, condescending smirk on the lawyer's face made Westly's blood boil, taunting the officer with how close he was Jian. Why should Westly care who Jian is and is not close to?! It only annoyed him to know that the lawyer felt some sort of superiority towards Westly. The aura when Jian was with the crappy lawyer wasn't the same as he was with Yuelong. With Yuelong, there was a feeling of camaraderie and brotherhood, similar to Westly had with Katsu. There was something between the crappy lawyer and Jian that Westly couldn't quite put his feelings on it. There was a level of trust and affection that Westly couldn't- or wouldn't comprehend.

"Let's get you home," Emmy gently cupped Jian's face, the mobster leaning into her touch. Her eyes trail to the wound on Jian's arm. "Jian! You told me that you were fine!" Her eyes wide as she turned Jian slightly to inspect his wound.

"It's really nothing, Emmy. Just a small wound." Jian gently grabbed Emmy's hand to soothe her panicking motion.

"We're going to LeeAnntha's first thing tomorrow morning to get you checked up." Though Emmy stopped her inspecting, her eyes never leaving Jian's wound.

"I will go to LeeAnntha's tomorrow. You should focus on what you have to do at the office. You know Huan can't deal with corporate things that well, or at all." Jian let out a soft chuckle.

"Don't worry, Emmy. I'll take him tomorrow." Jae smiled brightly, placing a hand on Jian's shoulder.

"Are you sure? Won't your firm wonder-"

"It's fine. They'll understand and I'll give them a call."

"Okay then…" Emmy conceded, seeing as both boys were not giving her any leeway. "Let's go home so you can clean up and rest, okay?" Jian nodded, following Emmy as they headed towards the black Mercedes.

"W-wait, Jian!" Westly reached out for the other, not knowing why or what he was going to say.

"Detective Le," The lawyer stood between Westly and Jian, the past affectionate demeanor dissipated. "If you have anything you'd like to speak with my client, then please contact my office first. Unless you want another complaint sent to your precinct, of course." The lawyer gave Westly his business card, flashing a professional smile before returning to Emmy and Jian.