Joker paused to take a sip from his bottle, the cold beer felt good under the afternoon sun. The beach was crowded as always but he didn't mind. He'd seen a few of his students surfing and a couple more playing ball at the courts, he'd even stopped to shoot some hoops with them. A challenge in and of it's self to play in sandles, even more so with a still healing ligament in his arm, several still healing bones, and not to mention a lack of any skill relating to sports.

Over all it was a good day to be Nick, he was actually enjoying a normal life for once. He didn't fool himself however, no one ever spent that much money training a living weapon and just letting it walk away. He would always have people watching his comings and goings, but those same people wouldn't intervene so long as he didn't make trouble for them.

He regained his step and kept walking, just him, his thoughts and his beer. After a while he stopped and found a place to set his foldout chair. Unbuttoning his hawaiian style shirt he plopped down to work on his tan. He finished the drink and set it in the sand, closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into a small nap.

He had been a father for all of an hour if he was lucky and he hadn’t even realized it. For eight months Nessa had been pregnant and he hadn’t known and then her vile, evil father had taken that away from her. From then. If he could turn back the clock he would have either killed him, or agreed, anything to ensure that Hope was alive and at least in his mothers arms. Grumbling under his breath he pulled the Skyline to a stop the beach stretched out in front of him. Maybe a beer or a surf would help clear his head, while he contemplated the many ways he was going to be able to kill Nessas father.

Continuing his walk he scrubbed a hand over his face, standing at his daughters grave side had been a killer. The last funeral he had been too had been Jess’s and he had never thought anything could top that. Losing a child though?

A familiar figure came into his line of sight and Leon hesitated, the last time he had seen the male he had punched him. But the dude was marrying his sister and if there was anyone that could help him out in this situation it was going to him. Walking over to the male he stopped at his side “Dawg” Letting out a deep breath he shifted ever so slightly “I need your expertise” His sister was going to kill him.

Nick's heart did a double beat for a second, paused, then started it's normal pace, any reaction that would have shown was in-perceptable to the untrained eye and he didn't even open his eyes. "Leon," He said slowly. "I can offer advise but that's about it." He paused again and then sighed, "Or tit for tat, you tell me what you need and I'll tell you mine." He sat up strait and took a deep breath. "Are you coming to me as a friend, enemy, or employer? I'm a little unsure where we stand after that race." He looked up at his soon to be brother in law.

Nick let his eyes drift over Leon, checking him for any sort of wire, hidden weapon, jitteryness, anything to show that he was being set up. Content that Leon just had something on his mind he let his eyes wander around the beach to make sure he wasn't followed and that no one was watching over him. 'Figures' he thought to himself, 'The one time I go out without anything I get approached like this. Too bad I never turn down family, hope this doesn't get ugly.'

Standing before the male he couldn’t help but think how time changed everything. Once upon a time they had been close. If you classed it as that. He had been a part of the team, had Jesse’s back and that was all Leon wanted. Someone to have the guys back when he couldn’t be there. Then he had gone and broke his sisters heart. Then came back into her life and freaking proposed to her. Leon was trapped in the middle, torn between friend and family. The day at the races he had chosen family, it had been a warning shot. A reminder you didn’t mess with his family. Especially after everything Faye had been through.

“Friend” he finally commented lifting his arms, folding them over his large chest as he eyed his friend. He was starting to regret coming to the male. Faye had told him he was going straight, and what Leon was asking him was far from straight. Looking around slightly he shifted, scrubbing the back of his neck as he looked back to the male, his eyes squinting in the sunlight.

“I need to take care of someone.” Rolling his jaw he quenched down his anger as he let out a deep huff of air. Looking back to the male before him. “Quickly”

Nick's eyes flashed cold behind his glasses. "What part didn't you understand when I said I'm clean." His voice could freeze fire with it's clipped and steady tone, he looked right at the ocean and sat even straiter. "I promised myself and I promised Faye, if you're asking this then you are coming to me as an employer. Right now and after our run in at the race, I am thinkng two things. One, you want me to fuck up and get caught so that I'm no longer in your sister's life or Two, you are coming to me because you think I'm not the same guy I was before, just another no named thug that you can use." He looked up and eyed Leon, taking him in slowly as if appraising a diamond. He let himself relax slightly, "I'll hear you out, I will advise you, but I cannot promise you that I will do anything else." He'd said those words before, in Russian, in Iran, in Pakistan...but this time was different, it had to be. "Then I'll tell you my conditions." He stood up and grabbed his stuff, "Walk with me, harder for people to over hear a mobile conversation, and easier to spot a tail."

The reaction he got from Nick was exactly what he had expected. If Faye was ever going to find out about this then he was going to get the exact same reaction from her, only he was likely to get her hand upside his head if not worse. He was honestly surprised he wasn’t getting the same from Nick. Because the male could and had done worse in his life. Eyeing his once time friend he let out a deep breath sighing deeply and a nod of his head. Holding his hands up slightly. “All im asking for is advice” Sighing he dropped his hands by his side, following after Nick walking by his side with a bone weary sigh falling from his lips. “As much as I don’t think your good for Faye dawg. You make her happy” Leon looked over to his friend “That’s all I can ask for”

Looking out over the beach. As much as Nessa had tried to take his mind of things he had learned here there was no way he was ever going to be able to come here without thinking of his daughter, the daughter he hadn’t even known he had, and would never get to see. “A couple of days after I got out of jail, Nessa’s father sent some of his thugs to warn me of. I told him where to go” God he could still remember the shock he felt when he had seen those damn pictures. Rolling his jaw he sighed deeply “He came back made it clear that if I didn’t stay away from her he’d kill her. She was eight months pregnant dawg” His gaze looked over to his old friend . “Hope Faye Perez, shes buried about an hour from here” This was why he was here, asking a male that had sworn he was going clean, for help In something that wasn’t clean.

"Then that is where we're going." He kept a steady slow pace walking towards the nearest cemetary. "I know I fucked up in the past, but not good for her? You know what I'm capable of and with the cases she takes who would be good for her, Chuck freaking Norris?" He took another deep breath, " Sorry, Okay I've got the back story, Nessa's dads an asshole, I know him. Where do I come in?" Nick's voice was still calm and level but it had warmed slightly from his quip but in his mind he had to resist every urge to say 'What do you want me to do?'

Leon frowned as he looked in the direction of Nick for a moment, his dark hues looking over at his old friend with a raise of his brow. But none the less he continued to walk by the males side, not looking forward to what was going to lay beyond those cemetery walls. Looking over to Nick with a raise of his brow “Shes my sister dawg, no ones good enough for her” he did have a point though if there was anyone that could protect his sister it was him, because sure as hell Leon had done a damn fine job of it. Looking over at the male his jaw clenched the sheer thought of that male made Leon want to kill someone.

“I need advice” It wasn’t like he hadn’t killed someone in the past, this time he needed to damn well make sure he didn’t get caught. “I need it done quietly and without my fingerprints all over it” He got caught for killing someone and sent back inside his sister would kill him and don’t even get him started on what Nessa would do to him.

Nick looked around at the walls and the few pedestrians that were paying their respects. "You want someone dead." He said as if he was talking about making a pizza. "More so," He ran a hand over his head slowly, "You want to make Nessa's dad dead correct?" He raised an eyebrow, "Even if it was me doing it, do you know how hard it is to kill someone of his status?" Nick hadn't quite voulenteered for the job but he had gotten involved just by mentioning the target.