She sat in a cold county jail, staring at the ground. It was uneven and infested with bugs. It made her feel more uneasy than she already was. She heard the door open and looked up, seeing her—well, not her brother, but she considered him one. She got up and put her bookbag on, silent as she brushed past the officers and went into the man's car. She was silent and just looked out the window as he drove. "Mind telling me what you did to end up in a cell?" He asked as he glanced at her, then back at the road.

               "It's none of your business, Liam." She mumbled as she leaned up against the door. "It's plenty of my business if you call me to pick you up. You understand, Jasmine, that I could've left you there?" Jasmine looked at Liam and nodded. She knew he was too kind for that, though. "I, uhm.. I tried stealing cigarettes, and when the store guy caught me, I kind of put spray paint in his and the cops eyes." Liam stopped the car at a red light and looked at her. "That's stupid. Why would you do that? and don't you dare say, 'Why not?'"

               Jasmine would've laughed at how funny it sounded when he said that with his southern accent, but it was a serious situation. "..why not."

               Jasmine was sitting at her desk, fiddling with a coin. It was a silver coin that belonged to her dads. Though she never met them, she often felt like she did. There was a knock at the door, and her sidekick, Conner, peaked his head in. She stopped fiddling with him and gave him her full attention. "Midnight is here." He swallowed hard. He thought Jasmine looked pretty mad. Though she wasn't. "He can come in."

      Midnight, a 25-year-old villain and Jasmine's partner-in-crime, literally. Like his name suggests, his eyes, hair, and clothing were just black. Though he actually didn't look or act like it, he was a soft guy. He walked in with a grin on his face and his hands in his pockets. "Hey, Jay. What's up?" Jasmine took a deep breath and let out a shaky one. Midnight's eyes widened a bit. "You look terrible." "Ouch." "Sorry." He laughed and sat on the corner of her desk, just looking at her. 

               "Have you been getting sleep at all?" He asked, a concerned look etched on his face. She looked up at him. "You already know the answer to that." She got up and walked over to the window, looking at the beautiful city. "Yes, but I want you to say it." He followed after Jasmine and stood right beside her. Midnight turned her to face him and put the back of his palm on her forehead. She slapped it away.

               "You're burned out, Jasmine. You need to rest." Midnight's voice got more demanding than it usually was. Jasmine just laughed, making him more angry. "I'm serious. If you keep going like this, you're going to collapse." Jasmine walked back to her desk and sat down on it. She crossed her arms and stared at the ground. There was that same uneasy feeling. "Fine," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "I'll take tomorrow to rest." Midnight's usual smile came back. "Good. Try to relax tonight too." "No promises." "Jamsine." She laughed and replied with a simple, "Fine."