Today was Jermey's first day of work at the new precinct and all he could think about was how nervous he was.

"Well it's now or never." He muttered to himself as he walked through the doors of his new work place. The place was way better than his last precinct, he thought, everyone is smiling.

At his old precinct, he was the youngest and therefore used as a personal punching bag everytime he came to work.

Suddenly, he bumped into a large man, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a soft grunt. Jermey tryed to hurry and get out his stuff out of the way, when the man bent down and started to help him pick up his things. He immediately froze, confused, and looked at the large man. No one but his sister ever wanted to help him before.

(This story sounds just plain depressing now. Sorry back to the story...)

"What you stare'n at boy?" The man said playfully once again snapping him out of his thoughts. He froze like a deer in headlights and with a quick wince, he quickly turned his head back to the scattered papers across the floor and began to gather them up once more. As he stood, Jermey prepared himself for the beatings he had come accustomed to over time. The man surprised Jermey by not hurting him, but putting his large hand on his shoulder and smiling at Jermey sadly.

Jermey immediately tensed at the sudden contact and opened his eyes. The man was a little over 35 and had a kind smile. He then handed Jermey the rest of the papers he had picked up and began to talk.

"You must be the new kid from that precinct in Texas." He stated once again, but with a sadder smile this time.

"Uhh... Yes sir, I am." Jermey replied with a slight southern accent.

Jermey's old precinct was shut-down after the other precincts in the area discovered what his coworkers had been doing to him.

"Did you hear me kid?" The man asked, now with both hands on Jermey's shoulders. Jermey immediately felt uncomfortable and squirmed under the man's concerned gaze. The man must've noticed because he immediately dropped his hands and repeated himself,

"I said my name is Joshua Stevenson but you can call me Josh. What's yours?" Josh said, looking at Jermey. Jermey then noticed that everyone was looking at him, so he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and said,

"Jermey, Jermey Smith." He said as he stretched out his hand.

'Kindness, yet another thing I'll have to get used to now' he said to himself as he shook the man's hand.

"Nice to meet you kid. Why don't I take you to Chief Vic so y'all can talk?"