Zuko could hear sirens outside the abandoned station they stayed at, he felt his hands start to shake as he sat next to Katara.

"Oi can you have them just send in zhao? I don't want the whole squad in here, they'll make a mess," Zuko asked Jet or Sokka.

"I've known him since I was a kid, he'll do it," he stood flicking his cigarette.

"Zuko are You going to let him?" Katara touched his shoulder worried.

"I'm gonna talk to him," he nodded.

"He's a cop, he won't negotiate," Jet frowned.

"Aang and Suki are probably gone if they saw the cars, go tell zhao im waiting for him," Zuko barked at Jet with no patience.

Jet was taken back but left the room to see if it would work.

"Im staying," Katara crossed her arms looking at her brother.

"Katara you're acting crazy," Sokka shook his head as they went to the hallway while Zuko looked around for the cop.

"Give her some credit man, your sisters quite a fighter," Zuko grinned a little.

"She's 16!" Sokka scoffed.

"She can still be a badass, broke Henry's nose," he smiled more and Katara smacked his shoulder.

"Not now You two," she hissed but froze seeing a police officer walk with jet who looked just as afraid now. He was a tall man with heavy sideburns and a nasty grin on his face when he saw the teenager.

"Shit it's been sometime zuko, I'm surprised you didn't run to your uncle yet," the cop laughed behind Jet as they got closer.

"Ozai with You?" Zuko asked calmly.

"Nope but I was gonna give him a call on our way back, you cuffed and everything, it's like delivering a present to the boss," zhao grinned looking at the teen.

"Zhao you know I'll make bail, what do you want?" He groaned like it was an every day assurance, it was familiar to him.

"It's not what I want, it's what your father wants, you owe him," zhao stepped closer.

"I don't work for him anymore, I'm sober, I'm clean, I'm done," Zuko glared now.

"You're not done till Ozai says your done, your lucky you still have your hands and the rest of your face," zhao growled back.

"And last I heard your not as clean as you say you are," he laughed a little as he grabbed a little baggy with a powder inside. Kataras heart sank as Zuko looked away.

"Im not a kid, don't do that shit, what do you want to keep your fucking mouth shut?" Zuko snarled stepping closer.

"Your sister knows that your found, Ozai already knows, your next on his list kiddo," he chuckled. Zuko looked sick.

But he let his rage get to him.

"You fucker," Zuko swung his fist and sent the officer back against the wall.

"Zuko!" Katara yelled.

"You disappointed your father again and again, your lucky if you see next week," zhao grabbed his shirt and slammed Zuko against the wall. He saw the bandage on his head, grabbed the side of zukos head and slammed it against the wall.

"I wonder how he'll kill you? A simple bullet to your useless brain? Leave you to bleed out? Starve You? I can't wait to find out," zhao wrapped his hands around zukos throat and shoved him against the brick wall.

"Dude stop! That's to much!" Sokka ran over to try pulling the bigger man off the other teen.

"Let him go!"

"Stop it!"

"You'll kill him!" Sokka yelled frantically as Katara tried to shove him away, even Jet joined in trying to help the other teens. Zuko finally used his boot to kick zhao off and coughed harshly.

"I'll have you both arrested for assaulting an officer!" Zhao roared back as Zuko leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath, his eyes stared at zhao, his face was calm but his eyes said otherwise, wanting blood.

"Zuko suzano your under arrest," zhao took out his cuffs.

"I rather die," Zuko spat at his boots with a glare.

"I'm glad we can agree on something," zhao smiled taking his gun out and aiming it at Zuko.

Zuko grabbed a small pistols from around his ankle and aimed it right back at the cop.

"You shoot i shoot," Zuko snarled.

"Fine, I'll make you a deal then kid, for old times sake, I'll call off the hounds and let you try to outrun your old man.. if you finish off this little treat I have," zhao tossed the little baggy to Zuko and he caught it was ease.

"I don't do that anymore, no," Zuko held it tightly in his palm.

"Then I call back up, carrying a weapon and aiming it at me? They'll shoot you on sight," the man shrugged but didn't put away his own gun.

Zuko looked at the drug in his hand and opened the baggy, dumping on the ground and crushing it under his heal.

"Go to hell," Zuko glared at him.

Zhao smiled. He always liked how stupidly confident the kid was.