Mistress Cop looked relieved as she saw another female cop help her catch the running blond man.

"Go see if there is a front entrance, I have the back. He's cuffed and been shot, but he's a former cop."

The other female nodded and took off in that direction heading off to head the male off before she headed into the building through the back door herself.

Sneaking further into the building Brian tried to make as little noise as possible.
He carefully opened one door and found a hallway. With fast steps he ran down the hallway looking for a staircase.
Behind him he could hear footsteps and ran faster until he found a flight of stairs leading down only.
Brian stumbled down the stairs and looked around to see how close the cop was.
On the bottom of the stairs was a large atrium. For a moment he rested his back against a wall and tried to catch his breath.
A glance at his shoulder told him that the bullet had gone through but his t-shirt was getting soaked with blood, which was never good.

Mistress cop panted as she lost him to the darkness and the complicatedness of the building.

Donut cop sighed and looked around, she was standing in the atrium. She could see him standing there against one of the walls, the newbie cop was good, she had hit him in the shoulder.

"Put your cuffs in the air and get down on your knees!"

"Oh for fucks sake." Brian muttered when suddenly a second cop showed up pointing her gun at him.
His eyes darted around for a way out of the atrium but she had blocked the entrance near the stairs and there was only one other one all the way across. The woman didn't shake nor flinch so Brian decided that it might better for his health not turn his back on a cop with a loaded gun again.
It hurt to raise his hands above his head but he still did it.

Donut Cop quickly moved on the blond and grabbed his cuffs. She cut the ties and pulled his hands behind his back, hooking them together with the metal cuffs she had.

"Missy I got him, head towards the Atrium," Donut cop called towards the other female cop.

Mistress Cop ran up the stairs and sighed softly, "Thank you Dotty... Let's just get him in before he tries to run any more."

"Yeah well at least you got him good. We can put him in my car, but I'll call it your arrest."

The other cop nodded and helped Dotty get the man up.

Apparently the second cop knew what she was doing and was a lot rougher than the first one. Brian knew right away that his chance to escape had passed.
He groaned loudly when she twisted his arms onto his back but didn't say a word. Then he shot the younger one a look that could have killed. "I gave you back your gun and you shot me. Freaking unbelievable. You should be ashamed of yourself."

He could already feel his knees giving in when the yanked him up and wondered whether that was the alcohol or the missing blood that was now running down his side and into the waistband of his jeans.
While he looked like he was somewhere between passing out and snapping his mind was actually working over time how he could get out of the damn stupid situation he had gotten himself into...or was it Jack who had gotten him into this one.

There was no escaping from the back of this police car unless one of his friends would attack the car. They'd need to know where he was though. With slippery fingers Brian tried to reach into his front pocket where he had stuffed his phone after the dog had eaten his back pocket. The handcuffs made it impossible though. So Brian decided to go with plan B: Act passed out and hope to escape that way.

She pushed the blond man against the cop car and patted him down finding a cell phone in his front pocket along with his actual wallet in the unripped back one. Setting the phone on the top of the car she opened the wallet and looked at his license.

"Brian O'Conner... Well I didn't think I would meet you this way at least," she said before setting the wallet on the top of the car, "Alright watch your head," she said pushing him into the back of the squad car before she grabbed the two items and slipped them into an evidence baggy.

She slipped into her car and headed out towards the station a slightly beat up patrol car following her, "Don't worry we'll get you patched up at the station. You should consider yourself lucky, most rookies don't have as good of aim. She could of hit anything with you running like you did."

So this woman knew who he was - that might be good or bad. "You know who I am?"

In the backseat of the car he started feeling not only whoozy but claustrophobic. Bad memories of Lompoc started to fill his memory and a really bad feeling in his gutt. He never wanted to go back there, not over a stupid drunk idea and smashing up a real expensive car.

"She probably aimed for my heart." He remarked sarcastically and tried to get a glimpse of the damage done but could only see that his shirt was stained. "Really lucky." His voice was low and a little shaky. Brian knew when to start acting.
He slid down lower in his seat and closed his eyes. "I don't know if I'll make it to the station. Take my cuffs off, I think you have to put some pressure on it. It's bleeding, alot!"

"Yeah everyone down at the station knows who you are. You're like a legend down there," She said glancing back he was looking a little green around the gills.

"You'll be fine so quit acting, I can always go faster. It was a clean shot and she missed everything vital. The only reason it's still bleeding is because your drunk. So sit back and enjoy the ride, I doubt you're going to jail... but you may spend the night at the hospital before they decide to do anything else. And no, I am not taking off your cuffs."

She shook her head and stomped on the gas harder, she was heading towards the station faster just in case as she flicked her lights and siren on. Even if he was just faking it, no need to take chances.

Damn, that woman was good, quite the opposite of the other cop. She knew what she was doing.
With his eyes closed he slurred. "You should take that young chick under your wings or she'll wind up the gutter or with internal on her ass."
He smirked a little as he shifted in his uncomfortable position. "A legend, huh?...hopefully not a dead legend soon."

Of course she was right. He was nowhere near dying, he even knew that it was nowhere near as bad as the shot in the knee. But Brian did not want to spend the night in jail and become some big bubbas Ken.

Uncomfortably he shifted in his seat and bit his lip until they got to the station.
One last time he tried. "C'mon, just let me go. It was just a stupid drunk mistake. Cut a colleague some slack."

"I'll keep that in mind when I get a chance to talk to her. But you are no where near dying and I'm not letting you go. I mean look, we're already here, can't disappoint them, and I don't fancy loosing my job because I don't want my kid to starve," She said pulling in as she grabbed the evidence bag and then opened the door looking at him, "You know the drill, and no funny business, my aim ain't nearly as good as hers."

She grabbed the chain of the cuffs and tugged him out of the squad car and nodded to Missy, "Come on girl grab his cuffs and take him in to get patched up. I'll take care of the evidence."

Missy nodded and grabbed the cuffs and pushed the blond man along, "Sorry I had to shoot you, but it was me or some one else, some one who would have taken the kill shot."

She walked him into the station house and nodded to the chief who grabbed the medic and had him tend to the injured man.

"What of the car he stole?"

"It's totaled sir, sitting behind the old theater. Sorry sir."

"Don't apologize. Good work for bringing him in, soon as the medics done sit him in Interrogation room 3."

"Yes chief," she said nodding as she went back over to the medic.

Brian flinched and complained loud enough for the people next door to hear him when the man took off Brians shirt and rubbed alcohol on the front and back of Brians shoulder as if the punishment had been determined and was being executed.
Gritting his teeth Brian looked over at the young woman. If he hadn't been so damn drunk he would have articulated how he really felt about her. Now he only stared at her. "Proud now?"
He sucked in some air and turned his attention back on the damn police medic.
"Give me that. I'll do it myself!"
To missy he added. "I want to call my lawyer, Faye -
Perez.""

"No I am not proud," she said softly, "I was just trying to do my job. I'll see what I can do."

She walked off and looked at the list of numbers and went to dial it when she noticed the visitors log, 'Faye Perez' was the last name signed in. Taking a breath she walked back to Brian.

"Well you're in luck, seems like she's already here. Though she's currently with another client, so I can call some one else if you like. I don't know how long she'll be."

Dotty walked over and nodded to the medic as he finished, "Up you go Mr. O'Conner. Interrogation 3, you know the drill."

Brian looked at his right shoulder. At least the thick, padded bandage would keep his blood inside his body. It didn't stop it from throbbing and stinging though.

Only for a short moment Brian was surprised that Faye was here. Then he figutred out who the other 'client' was. So they had caught Jack before him...at least that would leave him as the winner of the race.

He slid off the table and walked down the hallway with her to room 3. He knew very well where it was.
A little uncoordinated he sat down almost tipping over the chair. Damn booze. That was the last time he'd drink this much.
Oh great. As soon as he sat down he could feel the alcohol searching for a way up.

Mistress cop walked back to the cells and touched the female lawyer on the shoulder, "Ms. Perez? You have a one Brian O'Conner asking for you. He's in interrogation 3 when your ready."

She smiled and turned leaving her with the other client she had.

Donut cop stood in the room with Brian and looked him over, "So you look like your feeling a little bit better."

"You need glasses." He snapped at her. On top of being in pain he was about to barf.
Brian looked up at her, his face pale and his side smeared with blood. "You're kidding , right?"
He sighed. All he really wanted to do now was to find a toilet and then sleep. "Okay, get it over with. Shoot....well ask your questions and then let me go. Is my lawyer on the way?"

"I can't ask you anything until your lawyer gets here. That's the problem with you lawyering up so fast," She said shrugging to the blond man who looked like he was about to be sick.

"You're just going to have to wait, sorry."

Half an hour later Faye turned brow furrowing at the cops words, licking her lips she let out a sigh, Brian and Jack all in one night, god damn freaking typical, she was going to get the story out of at least one of them.

She headed towards the room in which they were holding Brian, knocking once before she was let in. Dark eyes turned towards Brian and dark eyes turned wide, “What is this abuse of the O’Conner’s tonight” She muttered softly to herself so no one else heard.

With a sigh and shake of her head she moved towards the chair next to Brian, dark eyes wondering over him, he looked terrible, oh this was turning out to be freaking interesting night after all, Turning her gaze towards the office she addressed her,. “What’s the charges?” She questioned with a raised brow.

Brian suddenly felt as if he had an adrenalin rush when Faye stormed into the room. Suddenly he was wide awake. Faye was dressed in a costume and looked very professional.
At the same time he was glad that it was her because she most likely wouldn't rip his head of for being so damn stupid-unlike Mia.
He offered Faye a weak smile blushing because of why he was here.

"Charges are breaking and entering, stealing, destruction of public and private property and resisting arrest. Not to mention driving under the influence," she said smiling tightly at the lawyer, "Those enough reasons for you as to why he's here?"