Yunho cursed at himself as he juggled several different cups of coffee in his arms. Ever since Hongjoong had taken over a chief, he had become the runner for supplies, and today it was coffee.

He handed one cup to the new secretary that sat right outside the main office, and another one to one of the lead officers before stepping into the chief's office.

Hongjoong lived his head up and flashed a short smile before returning to the stack of paper work in front of him.

"Here you go, boss." Yunho said, placing a large cup in front of his friend and then setting the other three he was carrying down on his desk.

"Please don't call me that." Hongjoong said with a groan as he ran his hand through his blue-black hair.

"How can I not? It's ACTUALLY true now! So I can call you boss all I want! What's the plan for today, BOSS? What are we going to do to turn this place around? What's the plan? What can I do to help? Wha-"

"OK!" Hongjoong said, jumping up and walking over to Yunho. "No more coffee for you."

"But I haven't had that much today!" The taller said, feeling a pout crossing his lip.

"Yeah, you always lie about these things so you're cut off." Hongjoong grabbed the three cups of coffee and dumped them out in the sink.

Yunho couldn't help but let out a little whimper as he saw it disappear down the drain.

"Now, to answer some of your questions, my plan for right now is to go through everything and get organized, I want to know who we have in our prisons and who our targets are. I'm not going to hold back like the last chief did. We are going to do things the right way." Hongjoong said, running his finger over his scarred eyebrow.

It was a habit Hongjoong had picked up on shortly after he had received the scar from a gang fight he had gotten into shortly after getting his job with the force. Now he wore it like a badge of honor and seeing him do that always brought a smile to Yunho's face.

"Ok, what have you done so far?" He asked, playing with the braid in his hair and the small medallion at the end of it.

"Well," Hongjoong motioned to a stack of files to his left, "These are the men we have in prison." Then he motioned to an even taller stack on his right. "These are the targets for the area."

"Damn." Yunho said, arching his eyebrows. "Sooooooo what do you want me to do?"

"Whichever you're more comfortable with." The older sighed as he sat back down. "This is probably going to take a couple of weeks for us to straighten out and organize depending on how many interruptions I get. I told the force to try and limit calling me as much as they can until I have this place situated..."

"I'm sure we can handle that. Did you give out assignments for the next few days then?"

"Yeah."

Yunho pursed his lips. "And what do you want me to you? Patrol? Ticketing?"

Hongjoong looked up and gave him a smile. "I don't care what they say, you're still my partner so you're staying right here."

A wide smile crossed Yunho's faced as he jumped up and grabbed some of the files on Hongjoong's right and sorted through them.

It was a tedious task, but he started a system that he felt worked well. He started with sorting them by the major crime they had committed, be it robbery, arson, or murder. Those files he had a hard time reading... How could anyone be so sick and twisted that they would be ok with murdering an innocent person? It made his stomach churn, especially when he thought of...

"Hey," Hongjoong said quickly, giving him a concerned look. "You ok?"

Yunho cleared his throat and nodded before opening the next file.

Gang member. Wanted for arson.

Random kid. Theft.

Old man. Drunk driving.

Mafia. Murder.

Mafia. Murder...

Teenage girl. Prostitution.

Mafia. Murder...

"I need coffee." Yunho said suddenly, pushing himself away from the desk and fleeing the room.

He placed his hand over his heart and grabbed his shirt. He knew a racing heart plus coffee was probably a bad idea, but it was ironically the only thing that could calm him down sometimes.

Yunho walked over to the break room and put on a fresh pot. That was the other thing. The coffee always had to be fresh. He could tell when it wasn't and it was nasty.

His foot tapped rapidly against the floor as he waited for the pot to finish as he picked at his lip nervously while he asked himself the same question he did almost every day.

Why the hell did he become a cop if he was going to have a problem with this?

Because he wanted to see every murderer pay for what they've done.

He wanted justice.

The coffee pot dinged and Yunho quickly poured himself a cup, then added a ridiculous amount of cream and sugar, before he took a long sip and enjoyed the warmth that filled his body as the liquid traveled down his throat.

"That's better." Yunho hummed to himself.

"Are you sure?" Hongjoong asked, suddenly appearing next to him.

Yunho gave him a bashful smile and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, you know I have my bad days."

"I know, which is why I wanted to make sure that you're ok. If you need to head home early I'm fine with that."

"Then you'd have to send everyone else home." Yunho said, laughing as he started to walk back to the office. "You can't play that much favoritism around here, Boss." He nudged Hongjoong's shoulder with his elbow, making him roll his eyes.

The duo worked through the rest of the day, and the rest of the week, to clean up the chief's office getting everything organized to Hongjoong's standards.

Most of the officers under him were really supportive of the facelift he was planning on giving the place. They liked the new rules he was creating, well, more like putting back into practice, and did what they could to take care of the streets while he got used to his new position.

Yunho was also pleased to see no one really gave any push back to him being Hongjoong's right hand man. They had been partners for a few years now, but he knew people could be weird about things.

The only downside to Hongjoong being so focused on getting the precinct up and running properly is that it took him off the streets.

Larger crimes were starting to happen again and Yunho could tell it was stressing him out.

After another week, Hongjoong finally felt like he was organized enough that he pulled Yunho into his office and closed the door, meaning it was time for a serious meeting.

"What's going on Joong?" He asked, twirling his coffee cup to keep it stirred.

Hongjoong rubbed his eyebrow as he paced behind his desk for a few minutes. "I have an idea I want to try. It's absolutely bat-shit crazy, but I'm running out of ideas. We are no closer to bringing down any of the minor crime bosses than the day that my dad was chief, and I think we need to try something new."

Yunho raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Ok... So what's this idea?"

"You believe that people deserve a second chance, right? Or at least deserve the right to try and earn a second chance?"

"Sure?" Yunho tilted his head, trying to figure out where his friend was going with this. He had wide eyes, telling him he had hit the point where the idea really could be crazy. And that usually meant bad news for both of them.

When they were just regular cops, Hongjoong had been impulsive and liked to go against orders to follow his gut and get things done. It worked most of the time, and that's why he was recognized as one of the best, if not the best cop in the precinct, but that only happened because he was damn smart and had good instincts.

Yunho knew to trust those instincts too, but that didn't stop him from feeling nervous. Especially when he saw a stack of files on the older's desk. "Hongjoong. What's going on?"

"You're going to hate this idea, but please, please, pleeeaaaase don't freak out. I feel like we need to try something different if we really want to get control of this world again. And if it blows up in my face then... You can rub it in all you want. I'll stop being a cop. I'll... I'll..."

"Ok, Hongjoong just tell me what the hell you're getting at."

The older sat down and gave him a wide-eyed stared. It was almost like he was the one addicted to and high on coffee...

Yunho set his cup down and pursed his lips.

"I want to offer a deal to some of the inmates we have to help us fight the crime bosses in exchange for their freedom."

Yunho blinked. Several times.

"What?"

Hongjoong sucked in his bottom lip and slowly let it go. "I think... In order to fight criminals like this, we need to work with criminals. They know how the game works better than we ever could. It's something that's never been tried before and I have a way to make sure we stay safe too."

Yunho couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared down at his coffee, at first wanting to chug it down, but then thought better, wondering if his friend had drugged him.

Work with criminals? The men who they had already caught and put behind bars??

"You're right. This is bat-shit crazy, there's no way this would work! What the fuck are you thinking?" Yunho said, raising his voice and standing up.

"I said don't freak out." Hongjoong pleaded, his eyes getting wide in a different way that had Yunho growling and sitting back down slowly. "Please... Part of what's taken me so long to get organized is I've been looking through all the files of the inmates. I've also been going through all of our contacts and reaching out to some who can help."

Yunho just blinked slowly, waiting for him to get to the point.

Hongjoong huffed and pushed his coffee cup at him. Yunho took it out of instinct and took a sip. "They sent me this." He help out a small, round, silver bracelet. "I had a hard time picking a design, but I wanted something that wasn't too noticeable for when we have to go under cover. But it's programmed with everything we need. It's a communicator, if you run your finger over it," Hongjoong did and a holographic image showed up. "It's got a clock, timer, stopwatch, gps, communicator, tracker, and a way to inject the wearer with an instant sleeping serum."

"Sleeping serum?" Yunho asked slowly as his eyes watched the hologram flicker over the bracelet.

"Yeah, it's my fail safe in case they decide to bolt. You and I will have master bracelets that give us the option to inject them. They will have a constant stream that is pumped into them until we program it to stop."

"How is that supposed to work? There's no way that tiny thing has enough room in it for all that."

Hongjoong chuckled. "It's linked with a vat of it that I have hidden here on site. I'll show you where in a bit, but there was a way to get a teleport link connected between the two. Technology today is so impressive." He said, bouncing in his seat a little. "It's perfect!"

"Have you tested all this out yet?" Yunho rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Yes. I've been injected several times."

Yunho froze and looked at him. "What? When?"

"At night. I programmed it to inject me at different times, and end it at another time. So we can schedule things like this too. It worked every time. It takes about five minutes for it to enter your system, and then about an hour for you to wake up after the injection stops. So what do you think?"

Yunho glanced down at the bracelet. "What keeps them from taking it off?"

"It's form fitting and cut, slice, snip, slash, burn, clip, pull, twist, and every other word you can think of, proof. Once it's on, you or I are the only ones who can take it off by plugging in a special sequence into our bracelet."

"You keep indicating that I'm going to be doing this with you. What if I don't want to?" The taller asked, crossing his arms.

He watched as Hongjoong's face fell a little, but he quickly covered it up. "I can't make you do it. And I know part of it will make you uncomfortable. But I hope I can count on my partner, and friend, to support me in this."

Yunho let out a long sigh. Guilt trip. Real smooth Hongjoong... He really knew how to twist his arm. "Fine! But if one little thing happens that I don't like, then I'm out. Got it?"

The older flashed him a wide smile. "Excellent."

"I'm guessing you already have some people in mind that will be in charge of torturing for who knows how long?"

"I do." Hongjoong tapped the stack of files in front of him. "I want to go through them with you and get you opinion. The only thing I ask is that you try to keep yourself under control.  Ok?"

Yunho knew that only meant one thing. He took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll try."