You didn’t expect to run into a bossy, loud-mouthed lawyer today, but you did. Some lunatic stole his briefcase and he was all, ‘Oh you did this wrong. Do you not know standard cop procedure.’ Your rookie, John Nolan, got the guy and stood there with him in custody. “Me and my ex used to argue like that. It was hot.” The suspect said. John shot him a look that said, ’what?’ The suspect was a tad bit right. You two were awfully close and in each other’s faces. “Three words, ‘protect and serve.’” Wesley said, being stubborn as could be. “Two words, shut up.” You shot back, undeterred and as stubborn as he was being.