Getraer and Watkins sat through most of the night talking to each other, to catch up on some things. Here and there they focused on Ponch. Then they slowly started drifting to sleep.

"I don't wanna sleep..." Watkins said

"Me either, though I'm tired," Getraer replied.

"I'm too upset to be tired," Watkins admitted.

Getraer nodded. "I know what you mean. On the bright side though at least he seems to have calmed down some."

Watkins nodded then looked at Getraer. "I want to know who did this, and I want to them caught," he said anger in his voice.

"Me too. I'm just hoping he can remember what this guy looked like."

Watkins agreed with that. Then his mind began to wander, where was Justin?

Meanwhile back at the station...

"Have you found anything?" Justin looked over at Heather.

She shook her head. "Sorry..."

"Ugh.. There's gotta be something!" Justin was growing more frustrated. This was all his fault, wasn't it? He should've asked Ponch where he was going.

Heather continued looking, she wasn't coming up with anything. She felt just about as frustrated at Justin did.

"Maybe we should wait till the sun comes up. It's too dark to see anything and my flashlight needs new batteries."

"Alright, good idea..." Heather started. "Wait!"

"What? Did you find something!?"

"I found a lot of blood...but look here," Heather said. She picked up a small paper from the ground. It was actually a driver's license.

"What is it?" Justin walked over to her.

"Someone's driver's license," she said handing it over.

"Well I guess we should go inside so we can read it."

Heather nodded in agreement she took it inside.

"So? Who's is it?" Justin didn't feel like waiting any more than he needed to.

"It...oh..." Heather looked disappointed. She handed it to Justin.

"Dang it! Ponch's license is getting us nowhere," He shook his head and walked off to the breakroom.

"Wait, we can see if the guy touched it at all his fingerprints could be on it..."

"True... Put it in a bag, we don't need to touch it anymore then we have too."

She nodded and placed it in a small bag.

"So... Who does this kind of, fingerprint identifier, thing?"

Heather started to laugh. "It's a forensics think so detectives, and probably the L.A.P.D. a little too. We'll have to take it to L.A.P.D."

"Yay, more time wasted if nothing comes back..."

"We don't have to wait around while they do it. It takes time, we can take it, drop it off then come back later. So let's go drop it off and come back in the morning," Heather said. "We'll go see Ponch after we drop it off," she said. She hadn't seen him yet and hoped he'd have calmed down by now.

"Sounds great to me. Let's go," Justin really wanted this to be over. He never wanted it to get started in the first place. After all, who did?

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They went and dropped the license off to a detective at L.A.P.D. then left and headed for the hospital to see Ponch. Justin led Heather to Ponch's room. There they saw Watkins and Getraer fighting to stay awake.

Ponch was having another nightmare and starting to freak out in his sleep.

"On second thought, i'll just come back later," Justin headed back out the door. He hated seeing anyone like this. He just couldn't stand it being his best friend.

Heather rushed off after Justin. "Justin, isn't there something we can do for Ponch?"

"I don't think so. And if there was, would he really want, me, of all people, to help him?"

"You are his best friend! Of course he'd want you!"

"Yeah, his best friend who got him in this hospital in the first place!"

"Are you the one who injured him? I don't think so, so stop blaming yourself!" Heather said.

"Are you the one who was put in charge of protecting him? No? So don't tell me not to blame myself!"

"Justin sometimes taking care of or protecting Ponch is a two person job not one. He's a handful, you shouldn't have had to do it by yourself...and Ponch should know better than to go out into areas he shouldn't be alone in while he's in danger!"

"I still could've asked him where he was going. I could've even gone with him!"

Heather sighed there was no point arguing over this, no matter what Justin would blame himself.

"Well if you're not gonna believe it was my fault, you could go ask Watkins. I'm sure he thinks it was my fault," Justin shook his head and walked off.

Heather followed him. "I'm sure that's the last thing on his mind right now."

"Sure it is."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, It was a bad idea coming here. We should go," Justin walked out into the parking lot. "Well, you don't have to go. I'll call for a taxi or something."

"I'll come," she said.

"No, you should probably stay. Maybe Watkins and his friend could use someone to talk to."

She shook her head. "I'm taking you home," she said.

"Because home's where I want to go?"

"Ok, maybe not home but I"ll take you where ever..." Heather sighed this man drove her crazy how could his wife put up with him!?

"How about to the nearest-" Justin stopped himself. "Nevermind, that's not a good idea."

"What?"

"Nothing, you wouldn't take me anyway. Since you probably know what would happen..."

Heather raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"

"It involves me, possibly getting a little drunk..."

"You wanna go to a bar?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah?"

She sighed and took him to the nearest bar.

"So you didn't have a problem with it?"

"I do, but I can't stop you...I can just take you out when you've been in too long," she said with a smile.

"You're gonna wait here?"

"I'm going in."

"Okay, I can get you something. First round's on me."

She sighed "Okay..."

"Great," Justin got out of the cruiser and headed in the bar, waiting for Heather to catch up.

Heather came in behind him. As soon as she entered she remembered why she always stayed away from these places. It reeked with the smell of beer, there was a bar fight off in the corner and the place was just a mess and crawling with drunks.

"Can't people just come get one drink and leave instead of staying till they are drunk?" she muttered walking to the counter with Justin.

"Nope... So why don't we join them?"

"You wanna get drunk?" Heather asked surprised hearing that coming from a friend who she rarely saw drink.

"Well, I mean... No?" He could tell that's what she wanted to hear.

"Well do what you want, kid I'll just be here to join you," she said smiling.

"Oh? So you want to join me? Not how I figured this was gonna go."

"I never said I was going to go all the way...I'll only drink a couple beers and stop. I can watch you get drunk but I can't stand myself when I get drunk."

"Oh, so you're just gonna be here to stop me when I join those guys in a fight over there."

"I'll stop you before you do."

"Awe, that's no fun."

She let out a snort of laughter. "Like getting drunk is fun!?"

"Well, maybe not when we're in uniform," Justin looked down at his badge. "It kind of represents the whole department... I guess."

Heather had forgotten they were in uniform. "You want to go back to the station and change then come back?"

"I guess, but the bartender is looking at us like he wants us to break up that fight."

"Let's break up the fight then leave and come back," she said.

"Fiiiinnnneee," Justin followed her over to the guys fighting.

"Alright guys, break it up," Heather said her voice firm.

One of the guys stopped and looked up at her and Justin, but he didn't care. He threw another punch at the guy who was just getting up off the floor.

Justin came over and grabbed his arm. He pinned the man against the wall. "Didn't you hear her? She said break it up!"

The man didn't respond.

Heather grabbed the other man and began questioning him. Justin took his guy and sat with him at a table on the other side of the room.

The guy ended up being taken to jail for disorderly conduct.

"Whelp... That was fun," Justin looked at Heather.

She sighed. "I guess so...wanna go get changed now?"

"Nah, I wanna go home now. Too many drunks here, " Justin gave her an innocent looking smile.

"There's no one here," she said.

"What?" Justin looked around. "Well if there's nobody here. We don't have to change to our street clothes," Justin did a little "happy dance."

Heather laughed and rolled her eyes. She went to the counter and ordered a drink.

"That'll be two!" Justin ran over to the counter.

The bartender gave them their drinks.

Justin paid him. "See, I keep my promises. At least when it comes to buying drinks."

Heather smiled and nodded. She took a sip and hated the taste, but drank still anyway. Justin practically chugged his down.

When they finished their first drink Heather bought them their second.

"Thank you," Justin started on his second drink immediately.

She nodded slightly. "You're welcome."

Justin set his empty glass down. "Okay my turn, you want another?"

"Sure," she replied. Though really she was going to say no, this was making her stomach start to hurt.

After they finished their third round Justin looked at Heather. "I'm gonna buy myself one more. You don't look like you want another. Do you?"

"Course I do," she said with a forced smile.

"Alright then," he paid the bartender for their last round.

After drinking it Heather had to excuse herself to the bathroom. She could barely walk a straight line to get there though. She was the type of person that could get drunk real fast.

Justin stumbled getting out of his chair and slowly made it to the door. He managed to make it back to the cruiser and got in the driver's seat. He wanted to drive, he just had to wait for Heather to come back with the keys.

Heather had thrown up all over her uniform shirt, so when she did come out to the car she was wearing her under shirt and not the uniform shirt on top. She tossed it in the back.

"Keys?" Justin didn't even question her outfit.

She reached into her pocket and dug out the keys and handed it over to Justin. "Take me home...sugar, I'm exhausted," she said. Her words were a little slurred when she spoke.

"Mmkay," Justin put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He started to back out and backed right into a lamp post. "Off to a great start."

He drove forward and managed to just miss another car as he pulled out onto the street.

"Great driving bonehead."

"Now who's the one lettin me drive?"

Heather just sighed and said nothing.

"Where's your house again? I think I forgot."

"Next door to you, idiot," Heather replied. When she was drunk she threw out insults like crazy.

"Oh... Well in that case, where's my house then?" Justin started laughing for no apparent reason.

Heather laughed with him and never answered.

"Hey, Linda. I've gotta question for you," he was driving slow but still almost hitting everything next to him.

"Linda? My name's not Linda! Can't you get anything right, fuzzball?"

"Well then, whatever your name is! I've got a question for you!"

"My name is Hayley! I mean Heather whatever..." Heather rolled her eyes.

"Linda, Hayley, Heather, what's the difference? I have a question for yooouuu!"

"WHAT!?"

"Will you marry me?"

"You're married already creep," she replied.

"You sure about that?"

"Actually I'm not sure.." she smiled at him. "Turn around let's just go to that hotel."

"Mmkay," Justin made a U-turn in the middle of traffic, almost running right into a tree. "Woulda been cool if I hit it."

She laughed slightly agreeing for the first time in the entire time they'd been in the car.

He pulled into the parking lot hotel and parked over the line, taking up two parking spaces.

They went inside and somehow were able to get a room together. They were helped to the room, and Heather collapsed on the bed. Justin jumped on it.

"Okay, sleep time," Justin buried himself under the blankets.

Heather slept through the night, not realizing she was sleeping with Justin.

Justin woke up the next morning and saw Heather sleeping next to him. He thought nothing of it and got out of bed. He paced the room a bit trying to figure out what happened the day before. He looked over at Heather again. That wasn't his wife. This wasn't their bedroom.

He ran over and shook Heather trying to wake her up.

She woke up slowly. "Go away, Mittens...and why are you shaking me?" she said tiredly thinking it was the cat.

"Heather, it's Justin."

Her eyes popped open. "Justin!? What are you doing in my bedroom!?" she looked around. "Wait what am I doing not at home?"

"Heather... I think.. I think we slept together..."

"Eww!"

"Oh am I gross to you?" Justin felt a little offended. "Wait, that's not the problem. Did we? I mean... My wife is going to kill me if she finds out."

"I think we just slept...and the eww was because I don't like sleeping with other people."

"Good... Even though my wife will still kill me."

"Yeah, she'll want to know what you were doing last night."

"If she asks you, say we were at the hospital all night with... Ponch." He hated hearing his name. It still hurt.

"Okay..."

"I guess we should get out of here."

"Yeah, let's go." Heather got up and made the bed then headed out the door without waiting for Justin. Justin followed her out to the parking lot.

"Oh my god," he looked at Heather's cruiser then back at her.

"What?"

"Do you not see it!? Look at your cruiser!"

"I don't see anything."

"You mean to tell me you don't see the damage to it? Not anything at all?"

She shrugged.

"Are you serious? I can see it, you have to be able to see it. When Watkins sees it he's gonna be so mad. If my wife doesn't kill us he will!"

"He's got Ponch on his mind he won't notice us."

"But it's your cruiser. He'll notice the damage to it sooner or later."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just act like nothing happened and don't bring it up. He'll notice it at some point we can then tell him something, but right now don't sweat it. He's too busy to notice right now."

"If you say so."

Heather smiled and nodded then got back into the car ready to drive home. She couldn't wait to get away from Justin for a few hours.