Earlier that day

Jasper continued to smirk as the officer led his cuffed down the stairs. He wasn't really going to hurt Eminem; well maybe not kill him just injure him maybe. He also certainly wasn't going to hurt Cici, he ever so righteous little sister, who was always there to save the day when the time came. He hummed the first tune that came into his head and ironically he found his words murmuring the words to the beginning of 'Without me.'

''Guess who's back, back...''

''You have the right to remain, silent sir,'' Jasper scoffed as the officer cut off his little humming session.

''I also have the right to vote, but I never have cause you know, murderer and all that,'' the officer chose not to reply to that comment. Instead, they shoved him hard in the back so that he nearly stumbled out of the front doors, that led to the entrance of the apartment building.

''Now that wasn't very nice was it, I will be writing a formal complaint to your super. This type of behaviour is totally unacceptable,'' Jasper laughed as the officer let out another huff as they unlocked the police car shoving him inside. The door slammed shut and Jasper was left to sing the rest of what he had started in peace.

°°°

''Jasper Johnathon Taylors.''

''Yep that's me and you are?'' Jasper shot back from his seated position, he was lent as far back as the cuffs attached to the table would allow him.

''Micheal...''

''Jackson, Nah you ain't,'' Jasper cut him off, causing Micheal to roll his eyes. He'd heard from the officers that he'd talked the entire time while in the car and it seemed he still wasn't going to shut up any time soon.

''Oakland, Micheal Oakland,'' Micheal cut in as soon as Jasper had finished with his strange ramblings concerning Micheal Jackson, ''do you confess to the murder?'' He then asked, wanting to get straight to the point, not wanting to give Jasper a chance to veer off into another irrelevant ramble.

''Which one, cause we could be here a while,'' Jasper finished throwing his head back as he laughed. Micheal watched as the man brought his head back down, his tongue running over his teeth before he smiled straight at Micheal. Jaspers's bore into his own and that was the point that made Micheal pick up the folders he'd come in with and make a swift exit.

''That's a pretty unique tattoo on your neck there, seems familiar,'' Jasper's comment stopped Micheal in his tracks, his hand reaching up to trace the marking on his neck, ''wouldn't it be a shame if Clara was to find out that you weren't who you said you were Mr FBI or should I say...'' Micheal left the room this time, Jaspers laughter echoing in his ears.

Jasper was left alone in the room once more. His gaze fixed on the two-way mirror, while he spent his time making various different faces in the glass. He'd stop for a few seconds to chuckle to himself before he started up again. He knew that Micheal was the one of the other side, watching his every move, wondering how he knew his secret. Wondering what he could possibly want.

Soon the constant faces and laughter bored Micheal and he left. The moment he exited the room, Jasper stopped making the faces. Micheal frowned it was as he knew that he'd left, but he shook it off as just a coincidence. By the end of the night, he wished he hadn't dismissed it as a coincidence.

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''Three...Two...One'' the door to the locked room slammed open and Jasper let out a loud 'Ta da' as two men dressed in police uniform stepped in. They weren't despite there appearances cops. One of them had a spare uniform in their arms, while the other had the key to unlock his cuffs.

''Fellas you are my favourite,'' he smirked grabbing the uniform and slipping it over the clothes he already had on. Before leaving the room he sent a salute up at the security camera that sat in the top left corner of the room. It moved up and down as if it was nodding, while in fact, it was the signal that they were safe to make their way out without getting caught.

''What's the plan now boss?'' The man who sat in the passenger seat next to Jasper asked.

''Jim where's my Cici,'' Jasper turned around to face the man in the back passenger seat. Jim had a laptop sat on the seat next to him and a pair of headphones placed over one ear so he could still hear Jasper with the other. The laptop in front of him bleeped, providing him with a postcode location.

''She's at a club a couple of blocks from here,'' Jim then rattled off the postcode.

''That's the plan Drew,'' within seconds both Drew and Jim were thrown back in their seats as Jasper launched the car forward, ''Oh get the others on the phone would ya, this is going to be one hell of a night,'' Jasper's laughter carried through the night like an alarm.

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Micheal got to the bar after squeezing his way past the many bodies that threatened to cut him off ever drinking the rest of the night. Finally, he got there and placed his order. The moment the bartender set the bottle of beer down in front of him, he felt a tap on the shoulder and whirled around to come face to face with a man he'd never seen before in his life. He knew because the scar running down from the centre of his forehead, down the side of his nose to finally stop at his lip, wouldn't be something he would forget.

''Micheal Oakland?'' He asked in a deep gravel toned voice, Micheal just nodded a little wary of the man. The man just nodded and Micheal thought it was to him, but it was, in fact, pointed to the bartender who had just served him, ''I got something that might help you with missing persons case,'' Micheal shrugged thinking what the hell and followed the man out of the packed bar area and to the back door of the club.

The moment the cool air hit him, so did the feeling of something small and round pressing against the back of his head. He went to turn around but his head was shoved rather ruthlessly forward, which made his whole body stumble forward.

''How fucking stupid are you. I thought you were supposed to be an FBI agent, I mean this shits embarrassing buddy,'' the colour drained from Micheals face as the voice came out of the shadows.

''Jasper,'' he whispered.

''Howdy Mikey,'' Jasper stepped out from his hiding place a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth, he spit it out and stomped it out as he approached Micheal, ''guess whose back,'' the comment was instantly followed by a round of laughter.

''You're mad, Clara won't believe a word you tell her,'' Micheal spit out.

''Oh she will if I have evidence,'' Micheal winced as Jasper grabbed him by the chin and squeezed, ''also I don't approve of you dating my sister either,'' Jasper let go of his chin and walked away.

''What are you gonna do?''

''Oh you'll see or hear,'' then the screaming started.